“Wake up Andrea! You’re going to miss the train!”
Andrea leapt out of bed, all tiredness forgotten. She raced around the room, getting dressed (she had to go back and fix her pants, she had put them on backwards) brushing her hair, and putting it into its customary braid, finally wolfing down breakfast and sprinting down stairs as fast as she could dragging her heavy trunk full of all her supplies needed for her first year at school.
“Come on. Let’s go already!” she said, bouncing up and down in the car.
“It looks like somebody’s excited to go to school,” Gramps chortled as he walked v-e-r-y slowly down the stairs. Andrea sighed.
“I know Gramps. Now can we please go?” she pleaded. He hurried his pace just the slightest as he walked out the door, waving goodbye to Jorge on the way out. The three of them piled into the De Luca’s car, with their own personal driver.
“King’s Cross Station,” Gran told the chauffer. He inclined his head, and drove off. All too soon, they arrived at the train station, Andrea was jittery with nerves and excitement.
The driver nodded his head again to signify they had arrived, he exited the car and opened the doors for the De Lucas. Seconds later, he lifted Andrea’s trunk out of the back, and set it on a trolley.
“Bye, dear!” Gran called. “We’ll keep in touch.”
“You better not get into any trouble now, you hear?” Gramps told her, trying to sound stern.
“Of course not. Me? Trouble? Please, I am the most responsible person you guys have ever seen.”
He ruffled her hair good-naturedly. “Alright. And if you have any problems—“
“—solve ‘em,” she finished. He winked at her before getting back into the car. The driver closed the door behind him and walked back to the other side of the car.
“Good luck in your first year!” he called, and then he got in and drove away. Andrea waved until the car disappeared behind a bend. She turned to walk into the station; she got to platform nine and platform ten. But there was nothing in between them! Where was platform 9¾?
“Hey,” a voice behind her said. She turned around; it was Harry!
“Hi, Harry!” she replied brightly. She noticed three oddly shaped people behind him. “Oh, is this your family?”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he replied gloomily.
One of the people behind him came up pushing his trunk in front of him, a large man with no neck and a huge black mustache.
“Well, there you are, boy,” he said with a nasty grin. “Platform nine—Platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don’t seem to have built it yet, do they?
“Have a good term,” he said, and then he and the other two people turned and left, laughing all the way.
“Well they don’t seem very nice, do they?” Andrea said, frowning.
“You have no idea,” Harry said. “Say, you wouldn’t know how to get onto the platform would you?”
“Sorry,” she shrugged. “Gran didn’t say anything to me about how to get onto the platform.” She started looking around for anybody out of the ordinary.
“—packed with Muggles of course—“ Andrea’s head snapped up to see who had spoken. It was the leader of a large red haired family. She nudged Harry’s arm.
“Look,” she pointed at them. She and Harry followed them. Three out of the four boys disappeared, but it all happened so quickly, Andrea didn’t know what happened. She glanced at Harry, he didn’t see it either. Finally there was nothing else to be done, soon the fourth boy would disappear somehow and she and Harry would be right back to square one.
“Excuse me,” Harry said politely.
“Hello, dear. First time at Hogwarts? Ron’s new, too,” she gestured at the youngest of her sons. A tall, gangly boy with the same flaming red hair and freckles as his three older brothers.
“Yeah, the thing is — the thing is, I don’t know—we don’t know how to —“
“How to get onto the platform?” the red-haired lady asked not unkindly. Harry nodded, while Andrea smiled apologetically.
“Not to worry, all you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be afraid you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best to do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous. Go on, go now before Ron.”
“Okay,” Harry said, Andrea noticed he was sweating slightly. With a deep breath he aligned his cart and started walking toward the brick wall. To her it still looked solid. Harry walked faster, he was nearing the barrier. He began to run, only a couple of feet between him and the barrier now. Andrea watched closely as he just — passed through the wall.
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Anyway, hope you like it.
-Skyy
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