Kings Cross and the dormitory

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"Up! Everyone get up!" Mum shouted, I turned onto my back. The lighting landed on my face, making me want to close my eyes.'Why does it have to be so bright outside." I shot up,' it's bright outside.' "We're going to be late for the train, get up!" The rest of my siblings woke up as Mum shouted, we started scrambling over one another to get our stuff.

"Mum, I can't find my robes." Mara panicked, as I rushed past her to grab Patches.

"I'll send them to you, grab the stuff you can find we have to go!" Mum said, pushing past Jessica, who couldn't help but mention how she had everything packed the day before.

"Mum! The shower isn't working!" Jesse called from the bathroom, I took a seat next to Jessica as all of our stuff was in the car.

"Doesn't matter, you'll take one at Hogwarts." Mum said ushering us towards the car, Jesse running towards the car while trying to put a shirt over his head. As soon as we're all in the car Mum steps on the gas, I'm sure she broke like every traffic law.

It only took ten minutes instead of the usual thirty. As soon as the car stops Mum's already throwing our stuff out of the trunk. I quickly gather my things, Jesse and Jessica take off with their stuff.I look up and I see the Weasleys, I run to join them. I watch as Fred and Gorge run through the wall. I see Ron standing next to a raven haired kid, he looks like he's going to be sick. Ron and the kid run towards the wall and I run in after them. The once overcrowded station was replaced by a huge scarlet train. And a platform filled with parents giving their kids goodbyes. Jesse quickly helped me put my trunk away, and I walked on to the train.

I searched for a compartment that was empty. When I couldn't find any, I found the next best thing. I found a compartment with only one other person in it. A boy, who seems to be me and Ron's age. I sat right next to him, putting my hand out to him.

"Revel Findrow, nice to meet you!" He looks a little shaken at first, but gently shakes my hand."Are you also in your first year?" he nods. I smile at him, he seems kinda skittish.

"It's my first year too, I'm very excited!" I continue to go on and on about my excitement. Telling him how the twins are in their fifth year, and Mara's in her third. I tell him all about the week we've spent at Mums. I can't help but gush about quidditch and gobstones, and how I wasn't really as great at gobstones as I claimed to be. I continued on like this until Rpn entered the compartment.

"Hello Revel," Ron greeted me as I smiled at him. I motioned towards the empty seat across from us. Almost as soon as Ron sat down, the twins burst in.

"Hey Ron, Rev" I wave to Fred and George, and turn back to keep talking to my new friend. I try to make a couple of jokes. He cracked a small smile at them, don't know if it was a pity smile or he genuinely thought it was funny but I'm glad he seems a little less frozen with terror.

"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurts out, I give him a confused look. Ron knows I'm not Harry Potter, we've been friends since forever. I think I would have told him, if I was. Before I could correct him, my new friend nods his head.

"Oh- well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," Ron said, I sat there sort of shocked. "And have you got- you know..." Ron points to his forehead. Harry pulls back his bangs, revealing a very distinct scar. My mouth drops to the floor. Ron can't help but ask more questions, Harry answers in very short phrases. Ron goes on for a bit about his family before almost saying too much. After I got my chance to start talking again, I couldn't stop. I talked and talked about the most inane things.

Then someone slid back to our door. "Anything off the cart, dears?" Me and Harry lept to our feet. Harry bought a little bit of everything, but I knew exactly what I wanted. I asked the trolley witch for as many pumpkin pasties and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans she could give me.

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