Note: This is my first story so it probably ain't that good but I might…….. Might improve as I write on. Well we all hope.
1st September 1971
Well to tell you the truth…….. Trying to begin a story has never been a strong trait of mine. But I suppose I should start at the most obvious place. The introduction of the main character. Make sense eh?
Heads turned as once again a trolley containing an owl - though this time white with brown spots - a large dark brown trunk and a array of bits and bots of all sizes bustled along platform 9 and 10 of kings cross station. But the reason this trolley brought more attention to it's self, was not it's contents, or the continuing screeching of the owl, but the person concealed in an ankle length black cloak with the hood over the head behind the trolleys end. A girl though you couldn't tell, of no older then the age of eleven draped in an attire completely of black gave off an eerie feeling of doubt and uncertainty as she made her way along the platform. Stopping abruptly in front of the pillar in the middle of the platform between 9 and 10, the girl placed her pale hand deep into her cloaks pocket and withdrew a crumpled piece of parchment.
Eyes darting over the parchment for the umpteenth time the young girl returned the parchment to her pocket then stared thoughtfully at the confronting pillar. A fresh wave of doubt battered the girl from all corners of her mind, for how could a place like this so called Hogwarts exist. It's unexplainable, it's wonderful, but then how could it be there, for when was the last time she had had a chance at a home. Not just a roof over her head but a chance at friends. Glancing at the clock above and noticing the time of 10:45 she new it was now or never. Tightening her grip on the trolley, she slowly started towards the solid brick wall of platform 9 and 10. For the note which was now settled in her pocket, had instructed her to walk straight though the wall. Run if she wanted was the P.S at the base of the letter.
Closing her eyes tight she began to run almost full out half of her body screamed STOP, this is ridiculous your going to make a fool of yourself while the other screamed just give it a try what have you got to lose now.
A sensation of warmth left as quick as it came followed by a scene that seem to have been pulled from a dream and painted to perfection. People dressed in long robes hurried this way and that shoving children of all sizes onto a bright red steam train. The entire show of people were covered in a haze of steam rising steadily form the steam engines funnels and it wasn't until then that the girl noticed the words Hogwarts express printed brightly along the engines front.
Using all her weight the little girl urged her trolley forwards towards the closets door and started to hoist her belongings onto the carriages floor. Not knowing what to do with her trolley the girl slowly backed away from the door leaving the trolley to roll away. Standing up straight now sure that the runaway trolley couldn't possibly be blamed on her, the girl glanced left then right along the carriages hall. There were more compartments to her right thus leading the girl to come to the conclusion, she has more of a chance going right then left to obtain a single compartment.