Harry Potter's Lost Sisters: The Philsopher's Stone

Chapter 5: Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

 "He's being strangely nice!" Harry whispered in my ear. Uncle Vernon had offered to push our suitcases to our platform.

  "I hope this isn't bad news."

 And it was. As soon as we reached platform 9, Uncle Vernon stopped suddenly, facing the platforms with a malicious smile plastered on his face. 

 "So there you are, platform 9, platform 10," he grinned evilly "Your platform should be somewhere in the middle- but it doesn't seemed to have been built yet has it? Have a good term."

  "W-w-wait what?" I stammered, not yet used to the malevolence of the Dursleys. He left Harry and I and drove off with Aunt Petunia and Dudley, howling with laughter. Harry and I stared at each other, aghast. "What now?"

 "We could ask someone," I suggested, then approached a passing guard hesitantly. "Excuse me sir, but do you know where platform nine and three-quarters might be?" 

 "Very funny," he growled in reply, before walking off. 

 "Well that went well." Harry's face was pale, and I was sure I was as white as the clouds too. I sucked in a deep breath, fretting that time would get better of us before we found the correct platform.

"We might miss the train!" I cried, on the verge of tears.

"Packed with Muggles every year - of course- come along now-" I spun around to see a plump, red-headed woman leading a group of what I presumed to be her children. There was a small girl, clutching the woman's hand; the oldest-looking behind her, a pair of twins sharing jokes and laughing and a grumpy boy skulking behind them. They were all pushing trolleys and one of them had an owl too.

"Harry, watch them," I passed on a message to him in an undertone. He nodded.

"Go on Percy, you first."

The oldest boy "Percy" steadied himself before breaking into a run. Luckily a group of Muggles passed, blocking him from my view and by the time he had disappeared as quick as a bolt of lightning.

"Fred you next," the woman said, looking at one of the twin boys.

  "He's not Fred- I am!" pouted the other twin.

"Oh sorry George, come along dear," apologized their mother. Before going into a run, the twin boy grinned at his mother.

 "I'm only joking- I am Fred!"

He disappeared with the blink of an eye, as did his twin.

“Excuse me?” Harry asked the woman, walking forwards “Could- could you tell us how to-“

 “How to get onto the platform?” smiled the lady. We nodded. “Not to worry darlings, it is Ron’s first day too.” She gestured to the last boy with flaming red hair and freckles clustered on his face. He smiled and nodded. “All you do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Best to do it at a bit of a run, if you’re nervous.”

  “Good luck,” said the youngest girl. Harry’s cheeks went red as he mumbled a little “thanks” and ran at the walls. He went straight through the wall. I took a deep breath in before running, screwing my eyes up tight. I prepared myself for the blow- but it never came. I finally came through the wall and was met with a whole new platform. I laughed disbelievingly as I stared up at the platform number. Nine and three quarters- I did it! There was a great red train on the tracks, which said HOGWARTS EXPRESS in capitals.

 Harry was looking as though all his dreams had come true- I knew mine definitely had. I was going to go to Hogwarts! We tried to heave our suitcases onto the train, but even with two people- we couldn’t.