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"Would you stop panicking?" Ron begged, glancing at me as if I was the most annoying thing on earth.
"This is stressful, Ron! I've never met anyone's parents before. What if they don't like me? What if they won't let you talk to me anymore?" I panicked.
"They'll love you. My parents aren't the type to do something like that." When he finished talking, the train lurched to a stop. "Come on, time to go."
As we walked off the train I gave Hermione a tight hug. "Please remember to write to me and let me know how everything is going."
"I will, don't worry." I smiled, knowing that she particularly meant to write to her at the end of this month specifically.
After hugging Harry and Ron goodbye she ran towards her parents.
Harry frowned as he spotted the Dursley's. I glanced at them and noticed how ridiculously out of place they seemed on Platform 9 3/4. His uncle was a red faced, bulging man who couldn't keep the scowl off his face, and his aunt was a skinny lady who had the potential to be pretty if she didn't look like she had been sucking on a lemon for half her life.
"I guess I'll see you soon." Harry said sadly, turning towards Ron and I. "If they don't kill me first."
"See ya soon, mate." Ron said, patting his back.
"Bye, Harry. Don't miss me too much." I grinned, pulling him in for a tight hug.
"Impossible." He smiled, squeezing my hand one last time before walking over to the Dursley's.
I couldn't dwell on Harry's miserable expression for long, or how my stomach dropped at the thought of not seeing him for two months, because Ron was tugging my hand towards a tall, red haired wizard. Arthur Weasley.
"Ron! Great to see you again, son!" He said, giving Ron a tight hug before pulling away and looking at me. "And you must be Callie, am I right?"
