Welcome to Hogwarts

Chapter 1

Bye honey! We love you!"
"Learn lots! Come back home as my little wizard!"
"Bye mom, bye dad." I called from the train window, leaning dangerously out of it and waving goodbye. The frame was digging into my stomach, and it was starting to hurt quite a bit, but I wasn't going to see my parents for a long time so might as well make it count. "Hey! Young man! Get your head back into the train, we need to leave soon!" The station master called, pointing a gloved finger at me. I quickly pulled an 'oops' face and sat back down in my seat. I looked around the deserted train car. This was a strange train. It has regular seats, but they were divided into sections and had walls, doors and windows so you could see into the train corridor. My suit cases, books, and backpack were piled on the lush red leather seat next to me. On top of the pile sat my owl, Ollie, in his cage looking quite displeased with me. "I know I know. You hate being in that cage. I am aware of that. But I can't let you out or I'm going to get in trouble!" I explained, but Ollie only narrowed his eyes and hooted. Ollie was a special owl, I felt it as soon as I walked into Eeylops' Owl Emporium. He was the brightest colored out of the bunch of bland looking white, black and gray lining the perches around the store. Ollie is a kind of rusty red color, he's small compared to the other owls and a lot faster too. He kind of reminded me of, well... me.

"All aboard!! Get into a car! This train will be traveling at speeds that no muggle train could recreate!" The station master shouted on the plat form. I heard kids thumping loudly down the train corridors, suit cases banging against the cramped walls. Their voices carried through the train, but nothing was really worth listening to. It was all mostly how excited they were to go to Hogwarts, and which house they would get sorted into. I was staring at my wand that I got at Ollivander's, rolling the smooth cherry wood between my palms. My family and I went shopping for all of my stuff a couple weeks before my departure. We were a normal family in the wizard world, but we were a small family. Just me, my mom and my dad. My mom went to a prestigious all witch school in Norway with top grades and honors to show for it. My mom was the best at transfiguration, and nobody dare mess with her if she's having a bad day. My dad on the other hand, went to a normal muggle school and learned all his magic from my grandpa. He's an expert with engineering, but I've seen my grandpa make me a Viking helmet out of nothing but construction paper and pins. Sorry dad, but grandpa takes the cake in that aspect.