Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~Rollercoaster~

Last week has been a rollercoaster. Not only did I have to say goodbye to my old life forever, I had to do a lot of preparation for my new one. I had to buy books, an owl, even a wand. Also I had to meet the people who would act like they're my parents, as my time on school would be really tough when I would be known as the nephew of the headmaster. But something in me says that isn't the only reason. I got the feeling there's more, hidden stories yet to be revealed, which have everything to do with my past. Let's just hope Hogwarts will give me the answers I need.

I currently arrived at King's Cross. I'm seriously about to run to a wall, in full speed. Why do I trust people that easy? Now I'm here, with two muggle wannabe parents, about to make a complete fool of myself. "Come on Dan," I say to myself, "your parents were able to run through that stupid wall, just DO IT" and I run, waiting for the crash, who comes later than expected. Also I'm not crashing against the wall, but to a long haired, strong looking student. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I excuse him. He keeps staring at me. "Oh, don't mind. First year? I'm Chris Wood, but everyone calls me Woody. This is my second year." Taking the opportunity to make an older friend I start to talk to him. It appears he's a very good drummer. If we were normal kids, we would have definitely started a band. But unfortunately that's impossible...