The sounds of trains fiiled the air as Harry and I followed Mad-Eye and some other Order of The Phoenix members through the station. Everywhere I looked was busy, the entire place was crammed with muggles. Some looked in a rush, wearing all black and carrying black cases. Some dawdled past in groups varying in numbers of teenage muggles. Some muggles were so late for their trains they ran past us, leaving behind a slight burst of air.
We walked across a bridge high above a few of the platforms when a black dog wandered past us and up to Moody, who was limping along the secure bridge. Mad-Eye looked down, noticing the dog next to him and slightly widened his eyes.
"Padfoot! Are you barking mad? You'll blow the entire operation." He exclaimed to the dog. That's when I understood. Whoever Padfoot was, he was an animegus. An animagus is a witch or wizard who can morph himself or herself into an animal at will.
"Who is Padfoot?" I asked Harry as we walked down the stairs and onto the sides of a platform.
"Sirius." He replied. As he did the animagus entered an empty waiting room. Its shadow was still visible, the transformation process from dog to human available for everyone in the platform to see. Even muggles. Luckily, the area around the room was bare.
I pushed through the door to the room to face Sirius standing opposite me.
"Sirius, what are you doing here?" Harry's voice echoed from behind me, shutting the door so no one beyond the room could here. "If somebody sees you-"
"Jeez Harry, chill out." I told him, he was with us and there was nothing we could do, except accept it and continue.
"Your sister's right Harry." Sirius responded, smiling at me and Harry. "What's life without a little risk?" He said, gesturing for Harry and I to sit down.
"I don't want to see you get chucked back in Azkaban." Harry admitted.
"Oh, don't worry about me." He told Harry, who was more worried than me. Sirius was grown man, he could handle himself. "Anyway, I wanted to give you this."
Sirius pulled out a sheet of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me. I unwrapped the paper to reveal a moving picture, Harry watching next to me. It was of witches and wizards, lined up like a school photo. I recognised a few, Sirius, Mad-Eye. I gasped. My eyes had set upon a witch and a wizard, looking similar to Harry and I. Harry even had her eyes. My parents.
It was the first time I had ever seen them in a picture, it was the first time I had ever seen them, even if it was in black and white. She was beautiful, they looked like us. We resembled them.
"Original Order of The Phoenix." Sirius interrupted my thoughts. He then reached out and pointed to a witch, she was quite young with flowing brown hair, maybe a few years older than Fred and George. "Marlene McKinnon. She was killed two weeks after this was taken. Voldemort wiped out her entire family."
His finger lifted and pointed to a witch and wizard in the front of the picture. "Frank and Alice Longbottom." Sirius explained. The woman was shorter than the man, both with short hair, looking at each other before looking back at the camera.
"Longbottom." I repeated, I knew the name. Who did it belong to again?
"Neville's parents." Harry muttered. Ah, yes. Neville. Ginny's Yule Ball date and fellow Gryffindor.
"They suffered a fate worse than death, you ask me." Sirius said, looking at the couple in the photograph.
"Are they alive?" I asked. If they suffered a fate worse than death, would they still be alive?
"Yes, they're still alive." He replied faintly before changing the subject. "It's been 14 years. And still a day doesn't go by I don't miss your dad."
Harry looked up from the page, but I kept my eyes fixed on it. What happened to Neville's parents? I'd ask him, but, that would be pure evil. It'd be like torturing the boy.
"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?" Harry asked, drawing my attention away from the picture and to Sirius."
"It feels like it did before." He answered, the room fell silent. The thought of a war between us and Voldemort didn't sound fun. But what did was the thought of Voldemort and Wormtail being dead. They were the reason Cedric was dead and I wanted revenge.
I shook the thought out of my head, I'd get revenge when the time came. I folded the picture and handed it back to Sirius.
"You keep it." He said, pushing it back to me. I weakly smiled in thanks. "Anyway, I suppose you're the young ones now."
Harry and I looked at each other, the wizarding world depended on us, we were the only people that could kill Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Get rid of them for good.
"We should go." I said as I glanced up at the clock in the room. Harry and I stood, I folded the picture up and put it in my pocket. Both of us hugged Sirius and said our goodbyes before leaving him behind so he could turn back into a dog and leave the station.
"How do we even get to the station?" I asked as a sign above us pointed to platforms nine and ten.
"I'll show you now." He said as we walked towards the platforms.
Once we were on platforms, we stopped by a wall with platform nine and platform ten either side of it. Harry reached down and took my hand.
"Together. We run into that wall." He told me as we stood opposite the hard brick wall.
"I-into it? Okay, when you're ready." I said, but I didn't feel scared because I trusted Harry with my life. He wouldn't lie to me, and he'd ran through the wall for the last four years.
Together, we ran at the wall when no muggles were looking. As we approached the smallest tinge of fear rose inside of me but I pushed it aside, if I was scared then I was most likely to back out of it. So I couldn't be scared. I felt myself hit the wall, but the two of us kept running, going straight through it.
When we stopped I let go of Harry's hand. We were standing on Platform nine and three quarters.
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Wander || The Order of the Phoenix || DISCONTINUED
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