Chapter 4: In Which There Is Walking Through Walls and Sorting

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The group of children stood on platform nine of Kings Cross station next to five odd trolleys, containing a load of suitcases and one even with a tawny owl in a cage, arguing about a platform. Draco smirked as he heard one boy- wearing white converse, Jeans, a white T-Shirt and a red checkered shirt- yell at the others,

"Trust me, there is no Fucking Platform Nine And Three Quarters." The capital letters were audible as he spoke, in a Welsh accent, Draco wondered idly whether he ought to tell them where to go- no- it was too funny. A boy with an American accent and World War Two style coat spoke up cheerfully, sounding as amused as Draco,

"And you also said there was no way of making you cum in unde-" 

"Please, don't finish that." a third boy cut in, Draco, now disgusted, turned to leave, he heard the welsh boy say something that sounded to be along the lines of 'I never said anything like that!' He heard a yell of the name 'Jack' that sounded like bloody Potter's son but didn't grace them enough to turn around. Draco walked over to the supposedly solid wall between platforms nine and ten, not stopping as he walked into the wall- and through it- until there was no sign of the blonde man.

James heard the argument, he didn't think he would ever get used to Jack's sense of humor- or his open references to sex. He led the group over to the wall that led to the hidden platform, the children looked it up and down skeptically and he grinned, that had been his first response when his dad had told him about the secret platform.

"I'm serious, you go through the wall!" He said for what seemed like the thousandth time, Tosh seemed entirely excited by the concept.

"So it's like a perception filter." she muttered to herself, she was eager to get through, as were Ianto and Gwen, it was Owen and Jack who were being the problem,

"No, it's more like a- a chameleon circuit." Jack told her distractedly, she wondered if she'd ever get the chance to study a chameleon circuit. James looked utterly confused at this, he reminded her of Tommy, the way he explained magic as Tommy would explain what the war was like. James was a year older than the group appeared to be.Turning her attention back to the wall, Owen was adamantly refusing to go first- Gwen rolled her eyes and pushed past him, ignoring Jack's warnings as she ran towards the wall, trolley in hand. Owen shut his eyes and braced for impact, making him the only one to not see as she vanished through the supposedly solid brickwork.

"Okay, now you have proof, come on, the train leaves at eleven." James ran on through the wall, Ianto looked at Jack, who- in return- grinned and ran forwards through the wall. Ianto rolled his eyes and grinned, following Jack's lead and running through the wall. This left a rather grouchy Owen and an excited Tosh on the platform, Tosh grinned at Owen, he couldn't help but smile back. 

"Ladies first." He said sarcastically, the tips of Tosh's ears and her cheeks went pink but she ran at the wall. Owen sighed and walked through the wall, feeling his breath change slightly as he passed through it... And then he saw platform nine and three quarters. The air was slightly clouded, filled with the smoke and steam from a red train, it was an entire new platform, red bricked and crowded. The others from Torchwood were grinning.

"Oh, this is good, not as good as an invisible lift into an underground base with a pterodactyl but good never the less!" Jack chuckled

"Pteranodon." Ianto corrected, trying to hold back an amazed smile. The floor was wet, as a result from the steam and low ceiling. Owen looked around, a sign held the title 9 3/4 Hogwarts Express. There was a bustle of adults and children, a man in uniform approached Jack and said something to him that Owen couldn't hear over the noise, Jack nodded and the man took his trolley, waving his wand at the others and- magically- they followed him as he made his way down the train.

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