Hakuna Matata - Familia Primum: Book Four

Chapter 2

**September 1**

The day is here! Hogwarts, here I come!

Uncle Vernon took us to the train station. We jumped out of the car, taking our trunks and pets, and tried to find the platform. Only, we couldn't. So Harry asked a uniformed man where platform 9 3/4 was.

He only got laughed at. I heard a plump red headed woman say, "Come on! Platform 9 3/4 this way!"

"Harry, let's follow her." Harry agreed. We stood there staring in awe, as a boy ran through the wall!

"Fred, you next."

"He's not Fred! I am!"

"Honestly woman, and you call yourself our mother."

I laughed at the twin boys as the first boy winked at me, while the second one said, "I'm only joking. I am Fred." Then one after the other, the boys disappeared through the barrier.

Harry ran forward towards the red headed woman, "excuse me! How do you-" Harry pointed towards the brick barrier.

"How do you get onto the platform?" She looked to Harry, then to me. "Not to worry dears. It's Ron's first year as well." She put one hand on either of our shoulders, turning us toward the barrier.

"Now all you have to do, is walk straight at the wall. Best do it at a bit of a run if your nervous."

"Good luck." A short red headed girl next to her mother said as we prepared ourselves to run through the wall.

As we came out on the other side of the wall, my eyes popped in wonder at the beauty surrounding me. It felt as if magic was thick in the air.

My breath hitched in my throat. I began choking on air. Once I had recovered, Harry and I made our way onto the train.

We had found an empty compartment near the back.

The boy with red hair, whose mother had helped us to get onto the platform earlier, opened the door.

"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

Harry looked to me.

"Not at all." I said.

"Come on in." Harry replied.

"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." The boy said as he sat across from us.

"Mirabelle Black." I said queitly.

"Harry Potter."

"Do you have the-the..."

"What?"

"Scar?"

"Oh. Yea." Harry then lifted his hair over his scar.

Ron didn't ask any questions about if I had mine. He must not know I was there that night too.

Which is fine by me. I got enough attention from Professor Quirrel that day at The Leaky Cauldron.

The trolly came, Harry bought all the candy the woman had. I munched on the chocolate treats.

"Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." A girl with the frizziest, bushiest brown hair I've ever seen threw the door opened and asked.

"No. Sorry."

She saw Harry and sat down across from him.

"You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger." She looked to Ron, scrunched up her nose, and asked, "and you are?"

"Um. Ron Weasley." He said through a mouthful of candy.

"Pleasure. And you must be Mirabelle Black? Right?"

"Um. Yea. I'm Mirabelle."

Hermione smiled at me, then went to the door.

"You three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon."

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"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!" Hagrid called out.

"Alrigh' Harry, Mirabelle?" He asked once we got to him.

"Alright Hagrid." Harry replied as I smiled and waved.

We rode across the glittering Black Lake in small boats towards the castle. The sight of the waning moon over the highest tower, with all the candles lit in all of the windows has to be the most beautiful sight ever.

We followed Hagrid up to a very strict looking woman in green robes and a pointed hat.

She explained to us about the houses and that the sorting ceremony would place us each in our house.

"So it is true then. Harry Potter and Mirabelle Black have come to Hogwarts." A boy with white blonde hair said.

"This is Crabbe. And Goyle." He motioned to each boy in turn, then stepped forward with his hand out. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Ron snorted.

"Think my name is funny do you? Red hair, and hammy down robes. You must be a Weasley. Better learn quick, Potter, Black. You wouldn't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry said.

Draco shrugged and looked to me, "no matter. Black?" He held out his hand to me.

I stepped beside Harry, linking my arm in his. Malfoy made a face at me, but rhen McGonagall came up behind him and led us into The Great Hall.

"When I call your name you will come up, sit on the stool. I will place the sorting hat upon your head, and you will be sorted into your house."

"Granger, Hermione."

The hat contemplated for a moment.

"Gryffindor!" It shouted out.

"Mental, that one. I'm telling you." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Malfoy, Draco."

"Slytherin!" The hat shouted before it even touched his head.

This time when I heard Ron speak, I ignored him.

"Black, Mirabelle."

When the hat was placed upon my head, I could hear it whispering in my ear.

"Very smart, yes. Perhaps too much for your own good. Loyal, brave. Not at all sly. So not Slytherin. Perhaps Hufflepuff? No, no. Better be.... RAVENCLAW!"

The table decked out in blue and bronze began cheering.

"Weasley, Ronald."

"Gryffindor!"

"Potter, Harry."

"Gryffindor!" The hat finally shouted after a few moments of silence.

We ate, listened to Dumbledore's speech about off limits areas and such. Then went to bed.

As I entered my room, I found my trunk at the base of a bed. I changed into pajamas, washed my face and brushed my hair and teeth. Then collapsed into bed.

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