The Warblers, But In Hogwarts [Discontinued]

Chapter One

"Excuse me, may I sit here?"

Nick looked up, smiling. "Of course! I'm Nick."

He returned the smile timidly. "Blaine."

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The platform was crowded and confusing, which wasn't good. He just needed to get to where he was going.

But when he arrived at platform nine, the only things beside it were platforms eight and ten. No nine-and-three-quarters.

He looked around frantically. "Come on, where is it?" he mumbled.

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"You're in your second year here, right?" Blaine asked. He nodded. "What house are you in?"

"Ravenclaw. Almost all of my family have been Ravenclaws."

"I don't know what house I'm going to be," Blaine admitted. "I don't think I'll be a Ravenclaw, and I'm not brave enough to be a Gryffindor or cunning enough to be a Slytherin."

"Honestly? Don't even worry about it," Nick advised. "Whatever house you are will welcome you with open arms, and no one house is better than another. It's a win-win-win-win."

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Frustrated, he kicked the brick wall, shocked when he lost his balance and fell.

He pushed himself up, arms scraped on the concrete. He'd gone through the wall, and there was a sign reading PLATFORM 9 3/4.

He hurried onto the train, looking for an empty compartment, but it was nearly full. He finally found one towards the back of the train that only had two people.

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"That's good advice," Blaine said, nodding. "Is there anything I should know?"

"Well—"

The compartment door opened, a harassed-looking boy standing there. "Do you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Nick said, gesturing for him to sit down. "I take it you had some trouble getting here?"

He nodded, relieved to sit down. "A lot. Now, can someone tell me what's going on here?"

Nick looked surprised. "Oh, which part is confusing you?"

"All of it. It'd be nice to know why I got a letter, read enough to catch September first, Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and nine o'clock before my parents took the letter, tore it up, and kicked me out."

"Wait, did you not go to Junior High?"

"I mean, I was homeschooled."

"Oh my god. You don't know you're magic."

His look of utter confusion only proved Nick's statement. "I'm what?"

"The letter you got was to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. That's where this train goes. Your parents must have hid you from the wizarding world, usually we go to magic elementary and middle schools. Some people don't. But it's Hogwarts you have to attend."

He nodded slowly. "And my parents hate the idea of magic. That explains a lot. I thought they'd somehow found out I was gay, though that didn't explain the letter."

Nick realized something. "You don't have a wand."

"I— do you mean, like, an actual object, or whatever that is, or are you being homophobic and mean 'dick?' Because I assure you I have one of those."

Blaine choked, turning red and going into a coughing fit.

Nick laughed. "I mean an object. I'm actually gay too." He rummaged in his bag, pulling out his wand. "It's one of these. Helps you do magic."

"A polished stick?"

"Each one is different. There's different woods, different lengths, some are bendy and some are stiff, and they have different cores. Usually phoenix feather, dragon heartstring, or unicorn hair. Mine's unicorn hair and chestnut wood."

He took the wand as Nick offered it, carefully examining it. "I've never heard of those animals before. What are they?"

"Well, a unicorn is like a horse with a horn on its forehead, a phoenix is a type of bird, and a dragon... Well, it's sorta like a giant lizard, but it has wings."

"That sounds... Odd." He handed the wand back.

Nick chuckled. "Yeah, they are. I just realized, I don't even know your name."

"Wes," he said. "My name is Wes."