When two letters arrive in the post for the Potters inviting them to a school for wizards Pippa is beyond excited. She was ready to start fresh somewhere new where she could actually be someone, where she could be special.
However, Hogwarts was no...
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On our last evening at the burrow, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harry's favourite things (I didn't really mind though), ending with a treacle pudding. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour (I was convinced I was going to die). Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.
It took a long while to get started the next morning. We were up at dawn and I felt like I was about to die or murder Fred, whichever happened first, but somehow we still had loads to do. Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the garden carrying Ginny's trunk to the car.
I couldn't figure out how eight people, 7 large trunks, two owls, a cat and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia.
When at last we were all in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced into the back seat, where Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said, "Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they?" She, me and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched so that it resembled a park bench. "I mean, you'd never know it was this roomy from the outside, would you?"
Mr. Weasley started up the engine and we trundled out of the garden, Harry turned back for a last look at the lopsided house which meant nothing because George had forgotten his box of fireworks. Five minutes after that, we skidded to a halt in the garden so that Fred could run in for his broomstick. we had almost reached the motorway when Ginny shrieked that she'd left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car, we were running very late, and tempers were running high.
Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.
"Molly, dear--"
"No , Arthur --"
"No one would see - this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed - that'd get us up in the air - then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser--"
"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight--"
We reached King's Cross at a quarter to eleven. Mr. Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for our trunks and we all hurried into the station. I felt sick, I was going to be late then I'd miss the train then my entire life would be over.
The most annoying part about Hogwarts express was getting onto platform nine and three-quarters, which couldn't just be normal. You had to walk through the solid wall dividing platforms nine and ten. It didn't hurt, but it had to be done carefully so that none of the non wizards noticed you vanishing.
"Percy first," said Mrs. Weasley, looking nervously at the clock overhead, which showed we had only five minutes to disappear casually through the barrier.
