It was a sunny day on 1st September and Platform 9 ¾ was crowded like usually. It was full of life-parents hugging or searching their children, fled animals and luggage. In one, a little bit quieter and darker corner, stood a young blond girl next to a cloaked figure.
"Your luggage is already in the train, ma petite. Write to me soon, right? And don't forgot your potion, Dom."
"Of course not daddy," girl watched in awe that fantastic red train what would bring her for the first time to Hogwarts.
"And trust Dumbledore, he will talk to you soon." Train's whistle was so loud that girl almost jumped.
"Now go, ma chiot"
"I love you daddy" Dom ran towards the Hogwarts Express.
"Love you too," and with a sad smile her father disappeared into the shadows.
***
"…remember to write us as soon as you are sorted into a Slytherin. Make useful acquaintanceships and do not socialize with those low mudbloods and blood-traitors. I will not tolerate your bizarrenesses anymore Celeste."
"Yes Father," a pale black-haired girl answered quietly.
"Remember what I said about blood purity," her father observed with a disgust a little blond girl who ran past them.
"Now hurry daughter" and without a word he walked away dragging Celeste' mother with him.
"Goodbye Mother, Father," she whispered while trying to hide her tears.
***
Madeleine was scared. She had got lost twice already, her luggage was too heavy for an 11 year old and her feet hurt. She was seriously pissed now; passerbys nudged her constantly and didn't even apologize. But Madeleine had to be strong and pushed down her anger. It wasn't her fault that she was so alone: her mother, who was an auror had died two years ago and her father…well she didn't even want to know anything about him.
Dragged all her belongings into the train, she finally found an empty compartment. With a sigh she sat down and wanted to get some rest.
***
"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! Come here instantly!" Molly Weasley's voice echoed over the platform.
When her twin sons appeared, she pushed a cute redhead between them. "Take care of Alex," she glowered at her sons, "Good luck dear, I have to leave you with them because Ron forgot his socks and…Oh well, have fun!"
When Molly rushed away, boys turned to Alex.
"You,"
"Our little gnome is growing up and finally here," Fred pretended to wipe away a tear.
"I'm definitely not a gnome," Alex glared at them.
"Did you know that Fred?" George faked a shock and whispered loudly, "I think she's lying"
"But she is still cute." At this point both of them tried to escape from her whacks. Alex loved her 13 year old cousins a lot, but they also irritated her to a death.
Train whistled again and everybody started moving.
"And now..."
"Gentlemen like we are…"
"…it's time to escort our favourite gnomie to a compartment."