Hi. I'm Rose. Rose Weasley. You've probably heard of me, I'm the daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley. They helped Harry Potter defeat Voldemort. Something you probably don't know about me is that I am an early bird. I'm always up at the crack of dawn, and I have to tiptoe down to the sofa so I don't wake Hugo. Boy is he a grouch if you ever try to wake him up. Anyway, when my mother came to wake me up this morning, I wasn't there. I was sitting in the chair by the window, downstairs, looking out at the city. I could just see the top of King's Cross Station. That's where I am now. Still sitting in the chair by the window. I'm going to leave for Hogwarts today. I can scarcely believe I'm finally going to Hogwarts. In fact, I don't know exactly how to feel about it. I'm nervous as hell, but I'm also excited to begin my magical education. I guess I'm kind of like my mother in that way. Nervous, but ready to learn as much as I can. And that's when I start to panic. I realize that I have absolutely NO IDEA where I'll be sorted. I can't be a Slytherin – that would be awful. Ravenclaw wouldn't be so bad – I mean, it's all about logic and knowledge. I've never really considered myself a Hufflepuff, but you never know. Of course, my first choice is Gryffindor. After all, both my parents were Gryffindors. You see, I could be put anywhere. I just don't know where.
We arrive at King's Cross with plenty of time to spare. When we get to the wall between platforms nine and ten, I stop short. This is it. Dad comes around to the back of my trolley and pushes it with me. He starts running straight at the wall.
"Stop! We're going to crash!" I yell out, but he just smiles and goes straight through the wall. I breath out. I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath. Right, I think. You go through the wall. Got it.
As we wait for the Potters, I start fidgeting and wondering what to do. I realize that I am bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet nervously. When they finally arrive, I am shaking with anticipation. I steal a glance toward Al. He's shaking almost as much as I am. I can see it in his scared, green eyes that he is thinking exactly the same thing I am – Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin. At least I'm not the only one.
Everyone starts hugging and talking, while me and Al are left to go insane with butterflies in our stomachs. It's really quite frustrating.
After what seems like an eternity, the time to board comes. I give mum a quick hug and dart through the throng of people toward the train. At last, I take my first step onto the legendary Hogwarts Express.
