The Muse {An HP FF}

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: None of the Harry Potter characters in this story and most settings belong to me; this all belongs to the wonderful talented J.K. Rowling. Well except Armadi, she's a figment of my imagination.

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It was an odd last month at home.

True, Dudley was now so scared of Harry that I didn't have to worry about him beating Harry up anymore, but it's kind of gotten boring with nothing to do.

Mum and Dad avoid my eyes at mealtimes, and hardly ever talk to me anymore, which hurt a lot considering they're my parents and they're supposed to support me in everything. Dudley was just as scared of me as he was scared of Harry, so I couldn't hang out with him and poke fun of his pig attitude. So I've taken refuge in Harry's room, along with his snowy owl named Hedwig, and my pup, whom I've named Pip.

Since our curiousity on how wizards learn and live, Harry and I have gone through all of the books we got at Diagon Alley. They're really all quite fascinating, and I've even tried a couple of spells. We did this all summer really, that and enthustiastically talk about september 1st, when we leave home and go to Hogwarts for the first time ever.

Tomorrow is september 1st and I couldn't wait to go; I kept bouncing up and down, kind of freaking Harry out, but not really because he was really excited too.

"I should go tell Dad to take us to Kings Cross tomorrow, or else he might forget." I stood up and ran down the stairs and into the living room where the rest of the family was watching TV. Dudley squealed and ran out the room in fright.

"Dad?"

He grunted, signifying he was listening.

"Can you take Harry and I to Kings Cross tomorrow?"

He studied my face for a moment, then finally answered. "Very well."

"Thank you daddy!" I hugged him quickly and ran up the stairs.

"He's taking us!" I screamed into Harry's room. He smiled broadly, and I left to see what else needed to be packed.

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"What platform is it?" Dad asked as he moved my trolley up the station.

"Uh...platform 9 and 3/4," I responded.

Mum and Dad stared at me.

"Preposterous! There's no such thing!" Dad retorted.

"B-but it says that on my ticket," I stammered examining it.

"No, clearly this is a hoax. Let's go home, now."

"It can't be a hoax, I got an official letter and everything..."

We bickered for 5 minutes until he threw his hands up in the air and yelled fine.

"Go to your bloody school, see how'll you get there!" He grabbed Mum and dudley and took them, Mum protesting I shouldn't stay behind.

"Harry, what are we going to do?" I turned anxiously to my cousin.

Except he wasn't there.

"Harry?? HARRY!" I panicked. Did someone take Harry? I felt someone grab my shoulder. I screamed and turned around.

"Harry! Where the bloody hell were you? I thought you were kidnapped and I was alone here, and...and..." I began to cry as I clutched him tightly. "How are getting to Hogwarts? Mum and Dad left, and we're all alone with no money..."

"Armadi, calm down," he said in alarm, "I went to go see if I could find the platform, but I didn't--"

"--of course it's packed with muggles. Platform 9 3/4 this way!"