The Boy Who Lived (Harry Potter x Reader)

Chapter 1

The first day of September was rather warm, in all honesty. You were dragging your feet along the floor, a trolley with many books upon it in tow. You hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, due to an excessive amount of stressing. It wasn't everyday you got a letter via owl inviting you to an all-magical school. 

"Platform nine-and-three-quarters," you recited under your breath, (e/c) eyes flitting about.  That was the location on your letter, and you were starting to think it was all a cruel joke. After all, you had taken the train with your parents many times before, and although there was a Platform 9, you had never even heard of nine-and-three-quarters. 

You came to an abrupt halt, standing in the space between platform nine and platform ten, beside a large brick pillar. 

This can't be right.

You lifted your hands off the metal cart with your belonging and reached into your pockets to search for the letter. Feeling smooth parchment, your fingers closed gently around it and eased it out of your sweater's single pocket. You scanned the letter multiple times, making sure you weren't just imaging things. Sure enough, the instructions clearly said Platform nine-and-three-quarters. So how come such a place did not exist?

I knew this was a prank.

As luck would have it, once you began to despair and considered just booking it home, you managed to catch a snippet of a conversation between a rather large man and a skinny boy near you who had a cart beside him, a small trunk placed on top.  

"-boy. Platform nine - platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have it built yet, do they?"

You felt your heart flutter in excitement. Could it be this gangly boy was looking for the same platform as you? 

The older man left the boy behind, allowing you the chance to walk up to him and gently tap him on the shoulder. The raven-haired boy turned around, panic and surprise flashing in his eyes. 

"Hello," you said, "I'm (y/n) (l/n). I couldn't help but hear what that man you were with was saying. He was quite loud. Anyway, correct me if I'm wrong, but are you looking for platform nine-and-three-quarters as well?"

The young boy seemed relieved as he replied. "Yes, I am," he said, "I thought I was the only one!"

"Don't be silly, it's a school, of course there's going to be other people!" you said jokingly, flashing him a friendly smile. "But I get how you feel. I thought it was a prank."

Suddenly, a rather large group of people with similar striking red hair passed by, talking and giggling. There was a plump woman who seemed to be speaking to the four boys that were with her, a small girl clutching her hand tightly. Startled, you noticed that each one was pushing a cart - not only that, but one of them had an owl on it!

It was quite possible that they would also be attending this 'Hogwarts'. You quickly turned to the boy, excitement flowing through your veins, mouth already open to inform him of what you had observed, but you could tell by a certain look in his eye that he had had the same thoughts. With a simple nod of agreement, the pair of you followed the family.

You arrived just in time to see a boy vanish into the dividing barrier between the two platforms. You blinked, not quite believing your eyes. Had that boy just disappeared? You looked over to see how the raven-haired boy was faring, but he seemed as dumb-stricken as you. 

"Excuse me," he called out, dark eyebrows tightly knit together.

The plump woman turned, eyes lighting up when she saw the two of you. "Hello, dears. First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new too."