saint potter- h.p

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note to self: take Goyle to Madame Pomfrey to check up on his foot wart ASAP
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Harry Potter was panicking.

Just minutes ago he was talking to a gigantic man with an excessive amount of facial hair, who had informed no longer than a month ago that he was a wizard.

Yes you read that right, a wizard.
Oh and not just any wizard, a famous one at that.

The giant man (known as Hagrid) was extremely kind to him, coming to him on the night of his eleventh birthday with an umbrella and a squashed birthday cake, he had announced to his aunt, uncle and cousin (the Dursley's), that he was a wizard and was to attend 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'

Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley where they shopped for his school supplies with the money his parents had left for him before they died. Then he took him to Kings Cross Station, gave him his ticket for the Hogwarts express, told him to go to platform 9 ¾, and vanished.

Leaving us in the present moment with a confused and panicking Potter.

Harry scanned his green eyes across the packed station. Platform 7, 8, 9 and. . . 10.
But no platform 9 ¾?

He had even attempted to ask a train guard about the seemingly nonexistent platform, but was promptly disregarded.

Feeling a wave of disappointment tear down all his feelings of hope he grabbed onto the handles of his trolley.
He could already hear the voices of the Dursleys in his head upon his return
'you really thought you were cut out to be a wizard?' his aunt Petunia would say, shaking a bony finger at him,
'damn boy really thought he was something special' Vernon Dursley, his uncle would exclaim, chortling a loud thunderous laugh from the depths of his stomach.
His son Dudley would join in, pestering Harry about it for as long as he lived.

Harry's stomach knotted at the thought of being mocked for all eternity by Dudley.

All hope had been lost until a slightly agitated but jolly voice rang from behind him,
"It's the same every year, packed with muggles of course, come on!"

Harry turned at the word muggles, a term Hagrid had used to describe his aunt and uncle, he was met with a large family of redheads, seemingly of all ages. Each with their own trolley of magical goods.

The family stationed itself between the platforms 9 and 10.
"All right, Percy you first" The oldest woman, whom Harry assumed was the mother, said pointing at the wall.

The boy, Percy, situated himself straight in front of the wall and started running towards it. Harry winced expecting to hear a crash, but instead he and the trolley vanished.

Right after the first boy two others, twins, run one by one after each other, both vanishing.

Puzzled, Harry walks carefully over to the woman, still flabbergasted by the disappearing teens.

"Excuse me? C-could you tell me how to get onto p-platform 9 ¾?" He stuttered timidly. The woman smiled warmly, almost instantly calming Harry's nerves.

"Oh dear it must be your first time going to Hogwarts, don't worry it's Ron's first time too." Her voice is bright and cheery the viice of what he imagined a living mother would sound like, which comforted Harry since he was left alone with no parental guidance on where to go. She points to a young boy that looks to be the same age as him.

"All you've got to do is walk straight through platforms 9 and 10." Harry nodded, still skeptical at the logic of running into a wall. "Best to do it at a bit of a run if your nervous."

Turning his trolley straight in front of the platform like he had seen the three boys previously had done he shut his eyes tight and started a slow jog, which soon turned into a run. He braced himself for impact, impact that never came.