Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me.
Anna walked quickly through the bustling train station in London. She struggled to read the information on her ticket, which proved impossible with her large amount of luggage and the morning rush hour crowd knocking into her occasionally. She carefully weaved her way through the crowd toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten where she set down her belongings and sat down on her suitcase to examine the ticket. Nervously checking her watch, she sighed with relief to see there were fifteen minutes to spare. She was waiting for the eleven o'clock train to arrive on platform nine where she was to be picked up by her grandmother and taken back to her house where she was to spend the rest of the summer holiday. She was quite close to her grandma and often counted down the days till they would meet. She felt slightly out of place sitting there and meeting unwanted stares that made color flood her face. She sat there wondering why something as small as a stare could make her blush just as bad as getting the hem of your skirt caught in your underwear after using the toilet.
A family of five caught her interest in the crowd as they walked closer but stopped abruptly when they caught sight of her. She noted to herself the odd articles of clothing that they were wearing. The husband and wife were wearing matching jogging suits while the children were wearing an assortment of miss-matched pants and shirts that seldom matched and were definitely out of style. Reminding herself it was rude to stare, she forced herself to become immensely interested in the scattered litter fluttering around the boarding passengers' feet. The family stood there for several minutes whispering amongst themselves.
"How are we supposed to get through with her sitting in the way?"
" I don't know, perhaps we could somehow, oh I don't know!"
"Maybe we could scare her away by-----."
" Are you thick? Were not supposed to draw the muggles' attention. If you were to scare her away, we'd have the entire platform in an uproar!"
"There's no way will get there in time if we just keep standing here."
"Shh! Lower your voices for heavens sake! We'll just have to divert her attention elsewhere."
The wife reached into her rather large pant pocket and slyly pulled her wand from its depths. Anna, whose attention was still on the litter, felt her ticket tug out of her loose grip and fly out in front of her. She chased it a ways through the crowd and grasped the ticket with the tips of her fingers, but her rapid movement caught her off balance and she fell to her hands and knees. At this chance, the parents pushed the trolleys through the barrier while the children followed behind them. Anna got to her feet; face the shade of a tomato, and walked back to her luggage. As she reached her destination, a force hit her in the side and she fell to the ground. The boy from the wizarding family and run into her and knocked them both to the floor.
"Oh, ummm… s-so s-sorry, I um…." Stammered the boy, whom clearly frightened, jumped up and ran to his father's side and never looked back.
"Geez, he could at least have helped… me…up...?" she thought to herself, but her thoughts stopped short when her eyes caught sight of a train that looked as if from a storybook. It was all black with red trim and roofing, smoke billowing from its stack. She wandered closer to the crowd, which was giving off an aura of excitement. She read the sign overhead that read ' Hogwarts Express, platform 9 ¾' and started to become lightheaded.
"This must be some kind of dream, or my head must have met the floor a little too hard." She thought to herself, rubbing the back of her head. The train uttered a shrill whistle while parents bid their goodbyes to their children and ushering them onto the train.
"Oy love! Hurry onto the train before your left behind! Quickly now!" said a strange woman pushing Anna closer to the river of children clogging the train door.
"But I'm suppose to be meeting my grandma any minute now." Said Anna, but her voice was drowned out by the group of chattery teens. She tried to push past them to find her way back to her luggage, but the sea of students flooding their way onto the train forced her to climb up with them, butterflies forming in the pit of her stomach all the while.
"Grandma is going to freak when she only finds my suitcase." She thought to herself, wondering all the while how she was going to get herself back home.
A.N. O.K. I know, a little short but i'm working on it as I go along.If some of you are wondering the hazyness of her passing through the barrier( like if it would become solid like when Dobby plugged it up) but we can dream can't we?