A/N: ok, i don't own harry potter or any of the characters... unfortunately D: altough Grace is mine! MWHAHAHA! anyways, i didn't really have time to spell check this so tell me if there is any mistakes please.
Grace stared after the train as it exited the station. The sound of the train's wheels on the track always calmed her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
A new year, a new you, she chanted in her head.
Grace had only lived in London a few months and had already decided that she loved the train station best. It felt right to her, almost like magic.
She sat on a bench and blended in with the background just like she did everyday after school. Sometimes she did her homework and sometimes she just watched the people as they attempt to catch their trains. She had always found it funny when they would miss them just by a fraction of a second, the look on their faces. She would giggle to herself on those occasions.
She felt the bench move. Startled, she opened her eyes. An ancient man in a dark grey cloak sat beside her. He smiled. It was the kind of smile that warmed hearts. His grey hair sat just above his waist. He wore a pointy hat that was matching to his cloak.
The words weirdo and creep slipped into Grace's mind but she quickly pushed them out.
He rubbed his hands together. Light started to shine though his fingers. Rays of red and yellow pulsed on his face. It reminded Grace of fire.
Grace gasped as she realised what she was looking at. It's not possible, she thought.
"Is that real fire?" Grace asked the man. He only nodded and continued rubbing his hands together. She was just about to ask how when he quickly shushed her.
"Things are not as they seem" he said as he pointed to a red haired girl. Grace looked.
"Pardon?" She looked back to where the man was sitting but he was already gone. Oh my gosh, Grace thought, I must be crazy.
"Hurry up! We're going to be late!" The Red haired girl, who was pushing a trolley with several strange looking suitcases on it, shouted to two boys behind her. How peculiar, no trains left in the next 30 minutes, she thought. Grace always remembered the times of the trains.
"We're coming!" one of the boys said. Grace's mouth dropped. They both looked about 16 and good looking. But that wasn't what distracted Grace. What distracted her was the things that we on their trolleys.
An owl! She thought, is that a cauldron? Who carries one of those?
The other boy laughed and muttered something to the red haired boy. They both laughed. The girl turned around and frowned at them, that only made them laugh even more.
"Platform 9 & 3 quarters. If you've forgotten." The girl stormed off muttering something like "I'm not waiting for you idiots."
Platform 9 & 3 quarters? What was she on about? , Grace thought, there is no such thing!
"We should probably hurry now" The dark haired boy said seriously. The other nodded.
Grace packed her things quickly. She wanted to follow them. She kept about ten paces behind.
Platform 6, 7, 8 and 9 quickly past. The boys stood in the middle between platform 9 and 10. There was no sign of the girl.
Grace hid behind a big pillar, trying to stay out of sight.
"Gee, thanks for waiting, Gin" the red hair boy muttered. The other rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Ron!" the dark haired boy. He started to run towards the pillar opposite grace but skidded out of the way as a blonde hair boy pushed his trolley in front of him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" the dark haired boy sounded a bit pissed.
"Oh, I didn't see you, Potter" Malfoy spat back.
"Let's go, Harry, Malfoy's not worth making a scene" the red hair boy said after a few people in the station started to stare at them. The two boys turned and started running towards the pillar. Grace wanted to tell them that they were going to crash, but she bit her lip so she would not be found out.
They picked up speed; Grace shut her eyes tight not wanting to see them get flattened.
After waiting a few seconds, she started to peek.
All that stood between platforms nine and ten were the Malfoy boy and his trolley. Grace rubbed her eyes to see if she wasn't crazy. He turned quickly; grace slipped behind the pillar, hoping that he didn't see her. She heard footsteps coming closer, Grace held her breath. Even though she was in a public place, she was terrified that the boy had seen her.
Grace found a sudden wave of courage wash over her and she stepped out from the pillar and smacked into the boy.
"Whoops! Sorry" She apologized quickly, not looking him in the eyes. She picked up her bag the lay on the station floor. Grace started to walk away when he grabbed her shoulders.
"What did Dumbledore say to you?" he glared at her and pushed grace against the pillar. Grace gulped.
"Who's… who's ….Dumbledore?" she stuttered. He stared at her for a second as if he was analysing her. She shivered as his deep blue eyes met hers again.
He pushed her harder against the pillar. "Just tell me what that man said to you!" he shouted attracting a few stares from passing people.
"Ah, he said… things are not … as they seem" Grace said in between deep breaths. He let her go and pondered on his thoughts for a couple of seconds. Grace took the chance to slip out from his line of vision and hopefully, out of his mind. He whispered something and she stopped immediately and turned to face him.
"What did you say?" Grace asked, almost at a whisper.
"I said follow me, but it seems you don't listen" he mused.
"I'm not following you, creep" Grace replied, flipping her hair like girls did in movies that she liked to watch. He rolled his eyes. Grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the opposite pillar.
"Hey! Let go!" She shouted trying to pry his fingers off her wrist. He ignored her and continued pulling her towards the pillar. He ran faster, so did Grace because she didn't want to get her arm pulled off.
She was ready to scream when they reached the pillar but the pain never hit. She realised that she had her eyes shut. She peeked through one eye.
They weren't in the station anymore. She gasped. He let go of her arm and stared at her quizzically. She glanced around; Children of all ages were running from one direction to another, some getting on the old, beautiful steam train and some waving and hugging their parent's goodbye. What is this place? Grace wondered.
"I knew it! Oh, I'm good!" Yelled Malfoy.
sorry, its not that long but! im tired and im going to bed now, i might update soon if people actually like it ^_^ review if you do like it :D