Supernatural and the Philosopher's Stone

Platform nine and three-quarters

My last month out hunting wasn't very pleasant.

Long story short, we went on a hunt for a chupacabra and I ended up with a snapped in half clavicle.

When Sam and Dean noticed that I was really injured, they were so mad that they literally went after the creature that hurt me.

It was just a few weeks before I started at Hogwarts, which I really didn't want to be the kid who's been injured before school, unless they had a witch or wizard there who could heal my would fairly quickly.

Dean started gently shaking my good shoulder, that was my left shoulder. "Sari, it's time to get up. We have to get you to the train at eleven. On the dot."

"It's only eight," I lightly winced as I lightly moved my right shoulder.

"I know, but we gotta get you ready early," he said.

"I packed my stuff yesterday," I said.

"I know, but that means we have three hours to get you to the train station," he said. "And we don't want to be late, or the school may have our heads."

"Good point," I said, my eyes fully opened.

He smiled. "Now, let's get you ready to go."

"You know either you or Sam is gonna have to help me brush my hair, right?" I smirked.

"Unfortunately," he said, chuckling.

I chuckled. "Yep. But I just want it down, nothing fancy."

He nodded. "Good. Cause I don't know anymore hairstyles than just a ponytail. Nor does Sam."

I chuckled. "Yep. But you won't need to help me put my makeup on."

He nodded.

After the little chat, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get my makeup on.

Sam and Dean walked in the bathroom as I was applying red lipstick.

"Which one of us do you want to help you brush your hair?" Dean asked, looking down at me.

"Dean," I said.

Sam's smile faltered as Dean smiled and he walked away.

Dean grabbed my hair brush that I left here for when I come back, just like my makeup, and started to gently brush my hair after I was done applying my makeup.

After he was done brushing my hair, we grabbed my bags for Hogwarts, grabbed Nightwish, and got in the car.

It took us about an hour to get to a gas station to fill up the car and get something to eat on the way there, which took two more hours to get to the train station.

We were at King's Cross about half past ten, and man, the place was packed with travelers of all kinds. I got a cart to put my owl cage on, along with my suitcases of the things I needed for school.

Passing a few guards in the train station, we heard a lady say, "--packed with Muggles, of course--", and not knowing who was beside us at the same time, I crashed into another cart, and the boy who owned the cart and I fell.

"Sariah!" Dean yelled as he and Sam went to catch me.

"Harry, are yeh okay?" a voice boomed, and I recognized it immediately.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said.

I winced lightly as Dean caught me under my arms, making me move my shoulder just right. I rubbed it gently as he pushed me up.