Chapter 1 : Platform 9-3/4
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"I still can't believe you're making me go, Mum," I said miserably as I lifted my suitcases into the trunk of our minivan. "And we just had to go today, my birthday, of all days! You know how much I hate these boring business trips." I scowled, thinking of how I could possibly survive a torturous three day train ride to London, then a whole week confined in some tiny hotel room while Mother does her usual business stuff, and a three day train ride back.
Mum, annoyed, reminded me once again that Aunt Jaquelyn wasn't able to watch over me this time, and added, "Therefore, Felicia, this is the last time I tell you that an eleven year old girl is not old enough to stay home by herself for two weeks!" She forcefully pulled open the car door for me and I climbed in.
Sighing in fustration, I accepted the fact that I was going to have the worst birthday ever and put on my seatbelt in the back seat. Reaching over behind me to the trunk, I took out my Harry Potter books, which I just had to make sure to pack, and began reading The Socerer's Stone.
As I read on, I started thinking, Wouldn't it be wonderful if Harry Potter existed, if there were a whole world of wizards? I imagined being a witch, how easy everything would be if I had the ability to use magic. All my problems would be solved with a simple flick of a wand!
My mother's voice startled me, snapping me out of my fantasy. I hadn't expected us to arrive so soon. Time must have really flew.
I was seriously exhausted. I'd been following my mum for at least half an hour around the train station nonstop. My legs were sore and my feet hurt; I badly needed a rest.
I was glad when we finally stopped so Mum can have a look at the map. I walked over to a brick wall, wanting something to lean against. When my back touched the wall, it didn't feel solid. In fact, I felt as if I were falling. And I was.
I crashed onto the ground, but luckily I had instinctively put my arms back to block the fall, so my elbows took the worst of the damage. I lay there, stunned.
I felt a hand grab my arm, lifting me up. "Are you alright?" It was a boy, about my age. He had dark messy hair and was wearing glasses over his emerald green eyes. He was carrying a caged snowy owl, and next to him was a trolley.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
Harry Potter? I was confused. Then I looked around. Groups of children of all ages were chatting with friends, or standing with their families. Most of them were wearing black robes; some were carrying cages with owls, some were holding cats or toads. My eyes were hungrily feasting on the strange scene around me. I even spotted one person, maybe a couple years older than me, waving a wooden stick as he talked.
I noticed a scarlet colored train in the background, surrounded by people in those wierd robes. The words at the front of the magnificent looking train read, Hogwarts Express.
"Harry Potter?" I stared at him. This wasn't some prank, right? "B-but I was just someplace else... with my mother... What happened?"
"Well, I just saw you tumble out of that brick wall."
"Is this real?"
"What do you mean?"
"But this is exactly like in the books!" I couldn't believe or understand what was going on. "Are you a wizard? Is that really the Hogwarts Express? Is this like, all a joke or something?"
"What books? And yeah, I'm a wizard and that is the Hogwarts Express. That's what they told me, at least. And what do you mean this is all a joke?" Harry's expression looked lost.
"There are seven books all about you, Harry, your seven years at Hogwarts. But they're supposed to be fantasy, not real. If this isn't all fake, then am I really at... Platform nine and three quarters?"
I could sense Harry's confusion grow. "Er... what? Yes, this is Platform nine and three quarters."
I decided to believe him and stop questioning everything. This was all like a dream. I was still unclear on exactly what's happening, but I was going to enjoy this moment while I can and worry about answering my questions later.
"Well, come on then. Let's find a compartment to sit in?" I reached for his arm and pulled him onto the train just as it started to whistle.
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