"Louis! Don't forget to owl after your first day, sweety."
"Yes Mum" answered the hyperactive eleven year old, hugging his mother.

"Now run along Louis, I'll miss you."

"Me too, Mummy!" said the boy bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.

"I'll pester you owls so much everyday mum, i promise you won't be missing me at all" the boy hollered over his shoulder, moving towards the direction of the train while lying flat on his trunk (which had wheels), with a mouth full of carrot.

To anyone else it might have been a strange sight, but if you knew anything about good ol' Louis, you would know its perfectly normal for him to ride on his suitcase and munch on some carrots, he always has one with him, though usually its sticking out of his pocket.

Now put Louis in the back of your minds and let me introduce another important person in this story we will, no doubt be seeing plenty of.

"Mum."

(1 minute later)

"Mum"

"mum"

'MOTHER!"

"What is it now, Zayn?" sighed the boys mother tiredly.

"Do you have my spare emergency mirror with you?" asked the boy anxiously.

"No Dear, I already told you I didn't see it anywhere" said the lady, rubbing her forehead with her palm.
"Could you check in your purse again, mommy. Please?" asked the distraught eleven year old, rocking back and forth on the heels on his feet in urgency.

"Now Zayn, I don't know why you need that mirror so much when you already have three mirrors on you and more in your trunk!" breathed the lady in exasperation

"Alrighty Mum, I'll see you during the holidays, bye." said the boy, kissing his mother on his cheek and strutted to the train behind his trunk which was levitating a few inches of the ground and was charmed to stay three feet ahead of him till he taps his wand against the handle to deactivate the charm. He had a mirror in one hand, his other hand held a comb which he used to rearrange his fringe.

"Come on, Liam." said a lady to a fairly tall eleven year old. "You have nochoice, If you really want to go to Hogwarts like you said you did you would forget all about that."

"Bu-b-but mum," said the stuttering boy "Is there really nothing you can do about that, nothing?"

"Nothing" said the lady firmly.

"Hogwarts doesn't sound quite as appealing now" pouted the sad boy.

"Now Liam James Payne" The lady said sternly, not unlike a certain Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts. "You're being silly, spoons are not monster, they will not bite your tongue, they are most certainly not torture tools!"

"Sure mum" muttered Liam not entirely convinced, but brightened up considerably once the infamous scarlet engine came into his line of vision.

"Bye mum." he chirped ever so happily all of a sudden, running towards the train.

"Liam, Liam, you're trunk, sweety!"

"Oh." he mumbled with his face tinged pink and turned around and and to get his trunk after he hugged his mother.

"Mum?" said the quiet voice of a flushed faced little boy with an obvious Irish accent.

"Do you think anyone will like me at Hogwarts?" continued the boy "or maybe everyone will think I'm the boy with the weird accent-"

"Niall" The woman chided softly. "Boy and girls from all over the world join Hogwarts. An Irish accent would'nt be out of place in the best magic school in the world."

"And to your previous question, I'm sure everyone will adore you, My little ladies man, Nialler." She cooed while straightening his collar, making his already pink face flush red.

Dispite his mortified expression, Niall did feel a whole lot better.

"Thanks Mum, Bye." He said in a much cheerier voice, feeling a load lighter than he did a few minutes ago.

He walked away from his mother and ran threw the barrier with his eyes closed.

"Harry, are you sure you want to take them all, dear? That's a bit much, don't you think?" Said the boys mother.

"No, Mum" said the boy firmly. "How do you think would feel if I took Snowy and Paws but left him at home with you?"

"Honey, You are going to share a dorm with other boys, I don't think they would appreciate their room crawling with cats."

" 'crawling with cats'" the boy huffed indignantly. "There are only seven of them! Spotty, Lollipop, Ronald, Cleo-"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" said the lady, cutting of the boys ranting by putting all the seven cats into his unexpecting arms.

He nearly dropped them in surprise but regained his balance but standing straighter and adjusted them in his arms.

"Bye Mum." Harry mumbled over the meowing of his cats.

"The train in the other direction, Harry."

But, it was too late.

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BANG!

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR RRRRRRRGGGHH!"

The yells of five boys rang though out the platform as they ran into each other from all directions.