I May have helped an Evil Wizard. (rewrite)

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They reached King's Cross at half past ten, Uncle Vernon's tires screeching to a halt.

The Dursleys practically tossed Harriet out of the car with her trunk and owl and drove off. Harriet grabbed a nearby cart and heaved her trunk on, pushing it into the large thrall of people in the building. She walked onto the platform nine, adjoined to ten.

Where was platform nine and three quarters? She looked around. Nothing indicating anything magical or hidden passageways.

She remembered the entrance to Diagon Ally. Hagrid had tapped a brick to get in. Mabye it was the same sort of concept here? He had forgotten to mention anything.

Harriet looked around again. Was there anyone wierd looking or wearing robes, heading in a certain direction?

According to the large clock over the arrivals board, she had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and she had no idea how to do it; she was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk she could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large snowy owl.

Just when she was about to give up, a group of people passed just behind her and she caught a few words of what they were saying.

"-packed with Muggles, of course-"

Muggles? Wasn't that what Hagrid had called Uncle Vernon? 

As discreetly as she could, she followed them. They stopped in front of the ticket barrier between platform 9 and 10. One by one, they ran towards it and dissapeared into it!

Harriet stared. How? How was this possible? 

She pushed her things towards the barrier. It looked very solid. She swallowed nervously. Was she really supposed to go through it?

Only one way to find out!

What was there to lose? She ran forward, bracing berself for impact.

It never came.

Harriet opened one eye and then the other, both widening in amazement.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven O'clock. Harriet looked behind her and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. 

She breathed a quick sigh of relief before another problem occured to her. She needed to get her things on the train and quickly. Harriet found a door and placed her owl near the opposite one. That was easy. Her trunk, not so much.

According to physics, she should be able to push her trunk up the steps into the train carriage rather than lift it. She also vaguely remembered her P.E. teacher saying something along the lines of 'keep your back straight and lift with your legs'.

She was completely out of breath and halfway there when two saviors in the form of red headed twins arrived.

"I say, Georgie," one said, "it looks like an ickle firstie needs help with their heavy trunk!"

"I think so too, Freddie," the other one grinned, "And, kind third years that we now are, I do believe  we should graciously lend a hand!"

Before Harriet could say anything, the trunk was pulled into the train and she had stumbled after it. 

"Thank you..." Harriet trailed off realising she didn't know who to thank. 

"Fred." the twin with slightly more freckles grinned.

"And George."the other one with a small scar on his hand and a slightly less evil grin added.

"Weasleys at your service!" They chorused brightly, giving an over exaggerated bow.