The Art Of Magic.

chapter 5: King's Cross.

My mom took me to the gate.
This was as far as she could go, since train 9 3/4 was for witches and wizards only.
We stopped at a brick wall between station 9 and 10. She began to cry, and hugged me.
"Be careful..." She sighed.
"Mom...rrr...mom....I have to...brrr...BREATHE!" She replied.
She let me go, and I struggled for air.
I looked at the wall. And smiled at my mom. With my cart, and owl, I stood back, and sprinted towards the wall.
In a flash, I was in a different world.
I rolled my cart towards a man in a blue uniform.
"Is this platform 9 3/4?" I asked the man.
He smiled.
"Yes. Here, let me take your cart, I'll take care of that. Now, if I can get your name, and ticket, I'll get ya where you need to be." He replied.
I handed him my ticket.
"My name is Seriah... Seriah Willikon." I answered.
He gestured me towards a train.

"Now all you gave to do is wait in line, and find yourself a seat on the train." He continued.

When I finally boarded the train. I passed different doors, and corridors.
I heard my name, and looked back. It was Oliver.
"Hey Seri! You can sit with me and my mates!" He bellowed.
" Sure." I answer.

He instructed me towards a cart filled with second, and third years...that were all...Slytherin
They all grinned at me, as if I was a dessert.
"Hey guys! Mind if she tags along?" He announced.
The biggest one there shifted, and started laughing.

"Sure! We need some fresh meat to chew on before we get there!" He said, stomping his foot. The rest laughed.
I sat down awkwardly beside Oliver.
In my bag, I retrieved my favorite book called 'Dream stealers', and began to read in silence as the Slytherins joked, and carried on.
I eventually fell asleep.

I awoke to a bump the train hit.
I hazily looked outside, and saw nothing but a blur of dark colors.
I tried to get up, but was trapped underneath Oliver's head on my chest...anxiety...I began to breathe hard.
I looked around looking for some way to escape, but everyone was asleep.
Except, the boy who made the commit about fresh meat.
He smirked at me.
He took out his wand, and said something, I couldn't hear, and instantly. I saw darkness.