My Magic {Harry Potter}

Chapter One - The Writing Of Platform Nine And Three Quarters

As I dream of the world I read and imagine myself standing before the wall that wizards would pass throw to get to the platform that took wizards to the wizarding world. I couldn't think of anything more perfect than this moment. Taking a breath as I stand before it waiting for the Weasley's and Harry to appear, but at the same time I want to go on before them. The temptation and the fear of meeting these people that I read about and adored. The fear of meeting people that know nothing about me and how weird I am. Even if I am the eleven year old me that is less weirder than I am at eighteen. 

I brisking run into the wall and seeing the scarlet steam engine, there before me. Gasping in awe and taking in the beauty and how well it is designed. It is possibly one of the things that I always do oddly, I'm either analyzing something to know how it looks at all angels or I only slightly looks at it. I was smiling far to much at the train. That when I finally grasped onto my side to were my clothes should bundle into my fist I realize there is a bag, that is realizing big and shaped as a book, along with a suit case the same style of if. I remember seeing one of these at a game-stop when I was looking at Harry Potter merchandise. 

Feeling someone bump into me and scaring me to the point I fell to the ground, clutching onto my top and seeming to be far to dramatic for it, yet I was completely terrified of the person. Looking up with tears that started to run down my cheeks, seeing Percy Weasley standing before me, looking at me with worry.

"Are you alright?" Percy asked. 

"I'm fine," I smiled awkwardly. "Don't worry about me. I shouldn't have been in the way in the first place."

"Are you sure your alight? Your crying," Percy stated. 

"No, really I am fine," I laughed, then stopping abruptly as I thought about how horribly I used to laugh as a eleven year old. "My name is Elizabeth Wells, first year."

"Percy Weasley," Percy introduced himself yet it was completely unneeded, because I knew his future. 

Seeing Fred and George following him come through and tears starting to roll down my cheeks. As I quickly pick myself up and grab onto my things. 

"So sorry for the inconveniences I have been Percy," I apologized, as I started to walk away. "It was nice meeting you."

Whipping away my tear streaked face and into the train, where finding a empty carriage became a problem, until I finally found one and the next problem being my suit case. The struggle of picking it up and lifting it over my head, nearly making me fall over, but after a minute I finally get the hang of it and get my suit case to where it belonged. Looking into my bag and finding that my book bag held that book that I was currently reading "Mrs Dalloway", such a lyrical book, but also a book that made no sense to what it was trying to put forward. Slouching into the seat and reading away at the book from where I left off. 

Getting lost into my book, I didn't even realize that someone had opened the door to the carriage and asked me a question. That was until they took my book and dangled it in the air. 

"Hey, w-" I paused there as I saw Fred and George before me. Cowering at the sight of them and feeling like I was about to crumble before them. "P-ple-please g-give me b-back my ook."

"What's and ook?" Fred asked. 

"Book," I pointed at it, before dropping my arm and looking at the ground. 

"Do you mind if our brother sits with you?" George asked. 

"I don't mind," I managed to mutter, but they seemed to understand I didn't mind, but tears started to come back as Fred handed me the book back. Hiding myself behind my book and trying to focus on it until the twins left, but I didn't even think of Harry and Ron being in the carriage with me. Hermione soon to join.