This is my first ever story! :) I hope you guys like it and I'll try to update it whenever I have the chance! I'm hoping that a few of you people really like this one, since it's a UsUk Harry Potter crossover.

Enjoy the chapter!

EDIT (7/17/13): All mistakes corrected! Tell me if you find any more, apologies

It was a grey, damp day in Britain...though that was nothing out of the ordinary. Most days tended to look like this: the sky washed over with painfully boring, pale colors, the darkly tainted clouds threatening to pour rain among the rooftops, air so thick you could nearly slice it with a knife, able to taste the spraying condensation. However, evenings like these were completely out of the ordinary for the 13-year-old boy standing before a bustling train station. The secluded area was so crowded, people rushing about in all directions while trying to get on their train in time. The preteen held a ticket in his hand, the paper growing damp from his fingers' moisture, as he tried to make sense of it.

"Platform nine and three quarters?" the boy scrutinized the rectangular paper in his hands as though he had read it wrong. But he hadn't, the ticket plainly read "9 3/4" in large, unmistakable printing. The 13-year old looked up at the platform numbers: he saw 9 and 10, but no 9 3/4. This was absolutely ridiculous.

The young blonde looked around the station for an officer, he couldn't miss this train! It was nearly boarding time!

It was then that a man pushed passed the boy, dressed in dark, formal clothing: he had to be a station officer.

"Excuse me! Hey!" the teen called out to the man, trying to catch up with him with all of the heavy (and odd) luggage he was forced to pull behind him. Finally, the officer turned around, stopping in his tracks when he saw the blonde in flowing robes rushing towards him. "M'yes? Do you need any assistance young man?".

"Actually yeah, I do! Do you know where I can find Platform 9 3/4?"

"9 3/4? Is this some practical joke?"

"No, it's not! Look'it!" the preteen held up his ticket to the officer, allowing the man to observe it's writing closely.

It did, indeed, have the station's name, and there was no doubt about it that it was an actual ticket, but not once in his time working here had the official seen any platform with such a name. There were no nine and a halves, eight and two thirds, no, none of that!

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe I can help you with...your little issue. Try asking for another ticket at the booth, good day," and with that, he man hurriedly rushed off, only to be stopped by a middle-aged woman with some questions of her own.

The preteen, otherwise and formally known as Alfred F. Jones, had been selected to enroll to Hogwarts, a special school of sorcery and wizardry. Alfred, being the only child, wasn't surprised to see that his parents were more than thrilled to receive their letter (thrilled being an understatement). They had read it at least letter eight times, repeating the most exciting parts aloud and squealing childishly. His mother and father, Annamarie and Michael Jones, constantly swooned and cooed about how their 'precious son will become a magic user!' and 'will graduate at the top of his class!'. But oddly enough, Alfred himself wasn't exactly too pleased with his enrollment. He would have to transfer out of America and into England, alone at that. He did have his older cousins Brendon and Ruby to stay with while he was there, but it still felt as if he was a guest at his parents' friend's house rather than staying with relatives. Shopping for school supplies was quite difficult at first, then again, most people wouldn't consider it too easy to find a store that sold cauldrons in central London. Nevertheless, Alfred found the sentence that mention a place called Diagon Alley were all of his school materials could be found (he was quite surprised he didn't know counting all of the times his parents had read it to him). Soon, the day arrived where Alfred was to be sent to Hogwarts, his cousins leaving him in the middle of the lively train station with his ticket, which leads us to where we are now.

"Jeez...people around here are so not helpful..." Alfred grumbled to himself, dragging his luggage along with him. He stood between Platforms nine and ten, deciding to think out his problems.

"Platform nine and three quarters...where could that be...?" he wondered to himself aloud, not in the least pleased about how lost he was. He leaned against the large post behind him, expecting to be caught by a solid wall, but was let out a small yelp as he fell right through the frame, landing roughly on the cement ground.

"What the heck?!" Alfred's head shot up as he saw that not only had he fallen through a wall, but had landed in what seemed like a whole other train station. He gathered his things quickly, looking up, only to see a rectangular sign handing with the words "PLATFORM 9 3/4" hanging from the ceiling.

"Tricky bastards"

The mechanical train's horn blasted, cloudy steams spewing from the top of it. the aisle to step onto the train was crowded with worried mothers saying their final goodbyes to their sons and daughters and asking if their child had everything, siblings who were too young and confused as to what was going on, which made boarding excessively more difficult for Alfred. he somehow managed to push his way through the parting families with this suitcases and owl cage, entering the train as he took his first step into his exciting first year as a student at Hogwarts.

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It had been nearly ten minutes since the train had left the station, leaving the emotional parents and siblings behind, allowing for all of the first years to prepare for their entrance ceremony. Some changed into their cloaks; which Alfred already had on, others rummaged through their bags to find wanted belongings; Alfred already having all of this wanted items, leaving the rest to gaze wondrously out of the window; which Alfred was doing at that very moment. The train tracks went though a green pasture, lined with tall oak trees which inhabited majestic, yet mysterious forests. Alfred was taken away by the scene rushing past him, so engaged that he hadn't even noticed someone else enter his cabin and sit to the opposite of him. The intruder was so quiet, no even a single floorboard creaked as he entered, leaving Alfred at peace until the stranger spoke.

"It's lovely outside, isn't it?" came the unexpected, yet polite voice, causing Alfred to jump a bit and turn to see who was speaking. After adjusting his glasses, Alfred saw another boy, just around his age, staring back it him with round, emerald orbs. His hands sat in his lap unmovingly, his pale blonde hair neatly brushed, his flowing, black cloak creasing a bit too perfectly. It was almost as if an artist had painted the scene before Alfred.

"Umm...yeah, lately there hasn't been a lot of sunny weather so I'm enjoying it," Alfred let a charming smile spread across his lips, turning around fully to face the boy in front of him.

"The weather's always gloomy and depressing, I'm glad we're having a nice day out here for once," the green-eyed teen smiled softly, looking out of the window after doing so.

"I'm sorry that I barged in uninvited, it's just that all of the other cabins were full and you were in here alone. You looked as if you needed company," the teen continued.

"Oh no, it's all good! Thanks for keeping me company...I guess, by the way, I'm Alfred"

"Arthur"

"Nice to meet ya, Arthur"

"Same here"

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Alfred and Arthur spoke with each other contently as they neared their school with each passing second. Alfred had learned that Arthur came from a family of six: his mother, stepfather, three brothers, and he. Arthur joked about how lucky Alfred was to be an only child, sharing stories about how his older brothers belittled him and teased him when they were younger. It was when the train slowed to a bumpy stop that the two refrained from speaking.

"I think we're here," Arthur was the first to speak, standing from his seat, "My bags are a few rows down, so I'd best be going, I hope to see you around campus," he lifted his hand to wave goodbye before running off.

"Yeah! You too, Arthur! Catch you later!" Alfred waved back, gathering his things once Arthur had left his sight.

Something told Alfred that this year was going to be a lot better than anticipated.

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