The Girl Who Never Lived¹ | h. potter

💎Chapter 5💎

(I know it's been a long time since I posted on this story, so I made this chapter extra long to make up for it. Hope you enjoy)

Both Ciara and Harry were clueless on what to do. They had looked around, searching for platform nine-and three-quarters, but to only find nothing. After another round of looking, they realized they didn't know where it was.

They were going to have to ask.

Harry stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when neither Harry or Ciara could even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o'clock, but the guard said there wasn't one. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters.

While Harry was now trying hard not to panic Ciara was wondering of the majority of the muggle population was like Mr. Dursley (Ciara once called him Mr. Walrus and Harry almost died of laughter). According to the large clock over the arrivals board, they had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and neither of them had any idea how to do it. They were stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk neither of them could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and two large owls.

Ciara was trying to calm Harry down while in the inside was wanted to curl up and cry. If she couldn't go to Hogwarts, then she would have to go back to the Malfoy's, which meant, going back to mother. Ciara would rather die than have that happen. They both sat down on the bench, feeling hopeless, when-

"-- packed with Muggles, of course --"

They're heads came up so fast you could almost hear them crack. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like their's in front of him -- and they had an owl. Harry glanced at Ciara, 'Do you think we should follow them?' Ciara shrugged, 'I think we should. If we don't, you would have to go back to the Dursley's and I would have to go back to the Malfoy's.'

They both shuddered at the thought and hurried after they group of people. They stopped and so did Harry and Ciara, just near enough to hear what they were saying. "Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother. "Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mum, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first." What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it (Ciara was tempter to try and make him blink but she didn't want to be mena, so she didn't) -- but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.

"Fred, you next", the plump woman said. "I'm not Fred, I'm George", said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" Ciara snorted, catching Harry's attention, 'What's so funny.' Ciara was shaking with laughter, 'He's lying. He is Fred, the other one that looks like him is George.' Harry raised an eyebrow at her, 'How can you tell?'

Before she could respond, they both heard the boy call out again, "Only joking, I am Fred", said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone -- but how had he done it? Ciara gave him a pointed look, 'See?' Harry looked at her, mouth slightly agape, 'How could you tell?'

She made it look like it was not a big deal, 'Their voices are slightly different. It's hard to tell, but it's there. I guess relying on my ears for so long has made it easier for me to tell these thing apart.' Before Harry could reply, he could see the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there -- and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere.