Nico Di Angelo goes to Hogwarts :)

Platform 9 3/4

Nico's POV

                                           I woke up the next day rather late. I am usually a light sleeper, although definitely not a morning person, and don't sleep like the dead as Connor and Travis would have everyone believe. Actually, the dead don't sleep; they tend to wander around late at night.

Anyway, it was half past nine when I finally woke up, Hagrid was supposed to meet me down at the bar at 10! I rushed into the shower, and changed into my usual black clothes, shoving my skull ring on my finger and trying to dry my sopping wet hair. I shook my head like a dog and the water droplets clung to the walls and I ran all the way to the pub managing to be only a couple of minutes late.

Thanks to training at camp with the heavy weights I manged to haul my suitcase down the stairs and into the pub. When I reached there, I found Hagrid sitting on a huge table (about twice the size of a normal table), that was probably made for him.

"hey, I overslept. Sorry." I apologized.

"don't worry 'bout it." He said waving away my apology. "How'd Diagon alley go. Everything a'right?"

"yeah, it was great. I met the Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, pretty much stayed with them for most of it."

"the Malfoy's? didn't make any trouble? Didn't hurt ya did they?" Hagrid's grin had vanished, and a worried frown was placed on his face.

"what? Why would they hurt me? they were really nice to me." even now the words felt strange coming from me. 'nice to me'. I didn't have many people I could say that about.

"nice." Hagrid snorted. "the Malfoy's are anythin' but nice. There rotten to the core, the whole lot of 'em. You'd do better stay away from 'em. Trouble that family is."

A sudden anger filled me: as I said before, not many people were nice to me, and now Hagrid was trying to tell me to leave the ones who were because they were 'rotten.'

"you know what, I think I can find this platform on my own. I don't need help from people who try to tell me what to do." And with that I marched out of the pub.

Then I realised that I couldn't find the platform on my own. I couldn't read the signs and even if I could I doubt there'd be any to a magical train. I decided to keep moving and I was walking into the busy streets of London when I crashed into someone. I looked up and glared at the boy. He had brown hair, brown eyes and a suitcase that was slightly open, revealing a long broomstick which I recognised to be a Clean-sweep 7. He was a wizard, meaning he would know how to get onto the platform.

"um excuse me but you couldn't help me get to platform 9 and ¾ could you? I'm from America so I don't know how to do it." I asked nervous, waiting for him to shut me down.

"ha, you're in the wrong place. You need to get to kings cross, then walk through the wall separating platform 9 and 10. You can come with us if you want." I nodded gratefully. I guess witches and wizards are a lot nicer than other people. Even if they are a lot weirder.

About an hour later I had made good friends with the brown-haired boy, his name was Justin Flinch-Fletchy. I learned that he was in the Hufflepuff, and a muggle born. We took the barrier at a run and were then stood in front of a magnificent red train. Justin left me after saying goodbye to sit with his friends, and although he did offer, I preferred to make my own friends.

I climbed onto the train hauling my luggage after me and set off down the aisle of the train. I reached near the end of the train and I saw that in the left compartment was the 4 that we saw in the bookshop minus the red-headed girl. And on the other side I saw exactly who I wanted to see.