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Getting onto the train wasn't too much of an issue. She watched a family of red-heads, too nervous to ask for help, run through the wall between the sign for platform nine and ten, and then saw Harry and the red-haired girl she'd met in the store run through it, too.
And so, after they ran through, she got her dog, Ernie, onto the top of her trolly, and ran through herself.
Platform Nine and Three Quarters was packed, people and animals everywhere. But she made her way through, stopping beside the train, and trying to pull her trunk up onto the train, when two red-headed boys who looked almost exactly the same appeared.
"Oi! Want a hand?" One of them asked.
She looked at them for a moment. "Yes, please. I'm just struggling with the dog."
"Come on, Fred."
They carried her trunk up into the train, and up onto one of the overhead storage spaces in the compartments, dramatically dusting off their hands after.
"Thank you." She said, as she held Ernie's lead, knotting it nervously in her hand.
"No problem. First year?" One of them asked.
She nodded.
"I'm George Weasley. He's Fred." The other held his hand out, and she shook it, then the other brother's hand. "You on your own?"
She nodded. "My family are in Howth, it's a lot of money and time to get here. You?"
Fred rolled his eyes. "Don't get us started on our family. You'll see us Weasley's around every corner in Hogwarts."
"FRED!" A voice ran out over the sounds from outside the train. "GEORGE!"
"Good luck!" They both said, before hurrying out of the compartment.
She took her seat below her trunk, looking out the window as she yawned, Pan climbing onto the chair beside her, and laying his head on her lap.
All the families were saying goodbye, parents and children crying as they kissed. She began to feel sorry for herself, but then thought she was asking too much. Her family were busy. Of course they couldn't see her off.
Soon, after much scrambling on the platform, the whistle of the scarlett red steam train sounded, and before long they were moving, the platform vanishing behind them.
She would've probably fallen down a rabbit hole of hating herself for abandoning her family and going to school, if there wasn't a knock on the compartment door, which slid open.
"Hi, is it- oh, Marilyn?" Harry Potter stood there, the red head from the robe store behind him. "Sorry, I didn't realize it was you. Everywhere else is full."
"Come in. Just me and Ernie. He's sweet, I swear."
The pair came inside and sat down, letting their two owls out of their cages as they did so, before the red-head smiled at Marilyn.
"I didn't get your name last time. I'm Wendy Potter."
"Marilyn Locke. This is Ernest Locke." She scratched her dog's head. He was white with ginger ears, and only a puppy. "He goes by Ernie."
"Wendy was saying you could have a dog. Do you know the special circumstances yet?" Harry asked.
She shook her head. "Maybe it's being Muggle-born."
The door slid open again, this time a red haired boy standing on the other side.
"Sorry - is it alright if I sit in here? Everywhere else if full." He questioned.
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Darwinism | hp
FanfictionMarilyn Locke was adopted and raised by her Muggle family, and thought that her life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly would be filled with no friends and an overwhelming atmosphere. What she didn't think, was that she's be both the most...
