"Honey, are you all ready?" Mum calls up the stairs.
I drag my trunk off my bed and head downstairs. Jerking my head back, I realize that I'd forgotten something. Rushing back upstairs, I grab the letter that came with the books. I might need it. Skipping downstairs and in to the kitchen, I sit down at the table.
"I am now. Do you have the ticket??" I ask, I don't want to show up without a ticket.
Dad waves it over my head. "Right here, wouldn't want you getting there and not be allowed to board, now do we?" Mum pours me a glass of juice as she prepares me some snacks for the trip. Apparently it's really long, so I packed plenty of books, my drawing book and a notepad to jot down prank ideas- I'm just so excited!
"Well, here's some snacks." She hands me a brown paper bag full of chip packets, poppers and fruit slices. "There's also a few extra sickles and knuts in there for some sweets." I grin, grabbing the snack-pack and placing it in my messenger bag.
"Alright family, off to the train station." Dad jumps up from his seat cheering and heads outside. I follow in the quickest pursuit I can, hauling the owl cage and my trunk behind me.
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"But how do we find platform 9 3/4?!" I cry out. There's no platform 9 3/4, only 9 and 10!
"Oh, right." Dad thinks for a minute before a lightbulb flickers above his head. "The barrier, Mia, the barrier!"
Mum grins at my dad and hauls us along the crowded pathway.
"Yes, here it is." We pull up in front of a brick wall.
"Mum, that's a brick wall."
"That it is, splendid observation my dear daughter." Dad comments, before stepping straight through it. My jaw literally hits the floor, I have to pick it up and put it back in place.
"You're turn." Mum urges me forward.
"Bu-but!" I stutter before I, and my cart, are forcibly pushed towards the brick wall. "Muuuum!"
Squeezing my eyes shut, I walk through the barrier, flinching as I draw closer to the wall. But all I feel is ... well, nothing. Did I miss it or... have I died?! Oh my God! I'm dead!
"Honey, you can open your eyes now. And you're not dead." Mum's reassuring voice floats from behind me, she knows me so well.
Opening my eyes, I grin, I can see the hustle and bustle of Platform 9 3/4. There are hundreds, and I mean hundreds of kids running about, families helping kids on to the train, some waving goodbye, some telling do's and don- hey! It's those two boys from Gambol and Japes, the ones that set everything off in the store, basically. And there's the lady, the mother, and that must be the father. Then there are four more red heads, not including the twins. Wow! That's a big family, imagine having so many siblings- well, imagine having any siblings in my case.
Past them I can see a large, scarlet red engine. I can't help but gawk, it's huge! "Is that the train?!"
"Must be, isn't it a beauty?" Dad asks, it's more of a statement than a question really.
The whistle blows and everyone starts boarding the train. We make our way over, joining the other families wishing their kids farewell. Turning back around, I see my parents have tears glistening in their eyes.
"Well," Mum sniffs, dad places a caring hand on her shoulder, "you go have a great year."
"Yeah, don't go getting up to too much trouble, at least not on the first day. You hear?" Dad chuckles.
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Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)
FanfictionChelsea Gidget was like any other 'ordinary' girl, until a special package full of some very peculiar books arrive on her doorstep. Little does Chelsea know that these books are a part of something much bigger than the many adventurous stories that...
