Disclaimer: i don't own the concept of Harry Potter - duh J.K. Rowling does.
Author's Note: This is a story of a girl who is not in the plot of J.K. Rowling stories and she meets up with Harry Potter and his friends. Some things that happen in my story totally change the original story of Harry Potter. I hope no one gets confused. Please review - this is my first story and I'm really excited about it, cuz the plot is really awesome and i would love to read this. i hope you enjoy!
I was spending my summer vacation with my dad in London, and as usual I was bored stiff. My mom's a geek – she studies dinosaurs, and I live with her during the school year. Then I spend the summer with my dad, who is unbelievably a bigger geek: he teaches about dinosaurs.
I had the whole day ahead of me to do nothing, so I decided to go check out the new exhibit that had opened up in Kings' Cross station. They had put up a sign that said "platform 9 ¾" in between platforms 9 and 10. They had waited until today, September 1, to open the exhibit for the public, because that's the date that students left for Hogwarts. I was always a fan of Harry Potter, but not the obsessive type. I thought that it was crazy how some people could even trick themselves into believe that Harry Potter is not just a fictional character straight from J.K. Rowling's imagination, but hey, I had nothing better to do.
I took a train and I got there, of course, when the last showing was over. However, it was still open for anyone to come see, they just didn't get to hear the "history" behind it. I walked up to it, and after about 30 seconds of examining it, I decided that it looked like any other wall. Just for fun (I swear, it was either this or listening to my dad lecturing about the Tyrannosaurus' diet), I walked into the wall the way wizards did from Harry Potter. I never crashed into the wall.
I looked around, confused. It appeared that I'd just walked through a gate, but I didn't. I'd been acting like an idiot who just walks into a wall on purpose, and I landed here. It suddenly dawned on me that something was up; this wasn't natural. Every crazy idea (except for magic) came into my head, but the more I tried to come up with a logical explanation, the more far-fetched it seemed. Eventually I was telling myself ridiculous things like, "Oh, I walked into the wall, became unconscious…oh no, wait! Maybe I died…?" An idea kept trying to shove its way into my head, telling me, "This is really magic!" but I refused to believe it.
I looked around, and gasped. The place I was in looked very familiar. It didn't really resemble the Harry Potter movies, but it sort of looked like the way platform 9 ¾ was described in the book. By nature, I'm a very curious person, so I decided to explore. People were running around, looking harried.
I heard one obnoxiously loud woman yell to her friend, "Yeah, these Muggles…so annoying! They must have caught on to something…hordes of people disappearing through a wall…next year will be a nightmare…we'll have to come two weeks early…" She continued yelling until she realized that her friend had disappeared. I suddenly realized what she was heaving over: she was hauling a trunk.
The only reason I know that that's a word is because my dad sometimes says it. I never actually saw one, though. It was like a huge, metal, rectangular box that looked really heavy. A short girl, who looked no more than eight, was holding onto her mother's skirt. I took a closer look and actually laughed out loud. What I mistook for a skirt was actually a very sophisticated-looking bathrobe.
I looked around, and saw dozens of people wearing really weird robes too, and it was then that I subconsciously accepted that this magical world was real.