𝑖'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑒 - ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑜𝑐

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜

The sound of knocking on her door slowly woke up Ophelia.

Today wasn't exactly like any other day, this was debatedly the most important day of her entire life.

Today was the day when she goes to her new school, Hogwarts to be exact. This is was something she had been preparing for, literally, her entire life. Years of her father explaining about what to do and how to do it all is now all coming to help her now.

If she could remember anything, which she doubted.

Ophelia got snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of someone calling her name.

"Ophelia, honey! Your father is waiting on you!" Her mother shouted up.

This is the only thing that mattered about her life, making a good first impression on everyone. If she made a bad one, who knows what could happen? Who knew what would happen if she screwed up any little thing? One slip and she could be kicked out of the school.

"I'm coming, mum!" Ophelia replied, dragging herself out of bed and getting changed.

Shortly after, she was making her way down the stairs and into the main room, heading towards the kitchen.

"Awh, look at you." Mary said, pouting and walking up to her, her arms reaching out to hug her.

Ophelia let her hug her. In fact, she probably hugged back even harder, it's not everyday she got a hug. The first and last time, at least.

"Your father is waiting for you, you'd better hurry up."

She laughed at her mother, and continued to hug her.

"I will, bye mum."

"Bye darling, I'll see you soon."

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"You all ready to go, eh?" Her father asked, watching as she tightly clutched onto her trolley.

"I think so, yeah." Ophelia replied, fidgeting with her fingers, that were displayed on the handle.

"Alright, well, you're gonna need to head to platform 9¾."

"Okay, thank you dad." She replied smiling at him.

"I'll see you in a few months, enjoy yourself, kid." Her father feplied, hugging her.

She nodded and started to walk forward,

"Wait- platform 9¾? But that doesn't exist?" Ophelia asked, turning around to ask her father, but her question was futile due to fact when she turned around he was no where to be seen.

Ophelia anxiously made her way towards a tall man by one of the arches.

"Excuse me, sir?" She questioned, trying to get the taller man's attention.

"Yes? What is it you need?" He replied. His voice was low and husky, with a faint Scottish accent. He was tall, around 6,0 and was almost completely bald.

"Do you know where... platform 9¾ is?"

"Platform 9¾?! It's too early for me to deal with children like you."

Ophelia tried to shrug off the embarrassment, but all her attempts failed.

Suddenly, a woman approached her. She had ginger hair and behind her followed what seemed to be her children. Except for the fact there was one who didn't look like the other. He had ginger hair, but the one next to him seemed to have brown hair. Why?

"Do you need some help getting onto the platform dear?"

Ophelia had no clue who this person was. If a random woman came up to you in the train station and was telling you where to go, the logical answer would be to say no. But in this case, she felt protected near her, safe. She never felt this way even with her own parents.