"Are you sure that you have everything, dear?" Mother asks, placing a hand gently on my cheek.
"I'm sure of it." I reply excitedly.
"Let's load up the car then, dear, we wouldn't want her to be late." Dad calls from the kitchen.
I nod and haul my heavy school trunk out the front door. My father follows after me and lifts the trunk into the rear of the car. My dad pulls me into a hug and tells me that I had better write to them while I'm away at school. I smile and promise that I will. My mother and I climb into the car and wave to my father (who cant come with us because he has someone coming in for a dentist's appointment with him in ten minutes) as we pull out of the driveway.
"So, King's Cross?" Mum asks from the driver's seat as we pull out onto the road. "I wouldn't have thought that witches and wizards ride a train to their magical school."
"It does seem a bit odd, I'd never heard of Platform Nine and Three Quarters until recently." I reply quietly with a shrug as I flip through the book in my hands labeled 'Hogwarts; A History'.
When we arrive at the station I climb out of the car, tucking my book under my arm and walking around the car to pull my luggage out of the trunk. I follow my mother through the doors and to the place where Platform Nine and Platform Ten meet.
"Sweetheart, I don't think there is a Platforn Nine and Three Quarters." My mum says quietly, looking between the two stations and patting my shoulder comfortingly. "Maybe this was all a prank?"
"Of course it wasn't, mum. I read all about how to get onto the Platform in the transportation section of 'Hogwarts a History'. We have to walk through the wall where the two platforms meet." I grin, gesturing to the book under my arm.
"Walk though the wall?" My mother gasps, her eyes wide. "I guess this is where I leave you, then."
She pulls me into a hug and I return it without a second thought. "Go on, have a good year darling!"
"Thanks mum. I'll write you every week." I promise. My mum nods at me and with that I walk casually up to the wall, pulling my trunk behind me.
Everything is dark for a moment, but as I continue to walk briskly I find myself on the crowded and bustling platform. The Hogwarts Express gleams brilliantly in the late morning light and the air is full of people talking and laughing and the sound of owls hooting. I make my way through the crowd and pull my trunk into the train corridor, looking around in wonder at the beautiful thing that's about to take me to a school of magic. I sigh, excitement eating at my calm demeanor.
I walk down the corridor until I find an empty compartment and I push my trunk onto the overhead luggage shelf before sitting down by the window and watching family and friends chattering excitedly to one another. A group of red haired people form a circle talking, some motioning wildly to each other. Suddenly I hear the compartment door open behind me and I turn to find a blond boy who's clutching his trunk handle with one hand and a toad with the other watching me nervously.
"C-can I sit here?" He stutters, his gaze shifting awkwardly to his feet.
"Of course." I nod, holding my hand out to him. "I'm Hermione Granger."
"Neville Longbottom." He replies, gingerly shaking my hand.
"Pleasure." I smile.
AN: Thanks for reading, new chapter coming soon. This chapter is dedicated to DinaRiddle770 for being the first person to show any interest in this story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please vote if you did.
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Fanfiction"It's LeviOsa, not LevioSA." Hermione Granger's life had always been ordinary. She spent most of her life in her parent's dentist office, and was an average child. However, upon receiving a letter by owl Hermione discovers that she is a witch and is...
