Chapter 1
The bustling of people knocked me onto the floor. As I fell my whole trolley capsized and my luggage scattered across the cold, glossy station floor. Quickly I gathered my scattered belongings and shoved them messily on the trolley again. Not a person glanced in my direction as I heaved the heavy load of books and robes across the endless station. I stopped in my tracks and pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper from my jacket pocket. My eyes slowly read out the printing.
"platform 9 ¾ through the wall between 9 and 10"
I had read this letter at least one thousand times that summer. Still I was in disbelief this was all real. I had been sitting down with my mother talking about high school when there was a knock on my door. A strange slender elderly women wearing green robes and her hair secured in a tight bun was standing in our door way. I was taken aback at the sight of her at first so I called for my mother. This Lady's name was Professor McGonagall , and she was a teacher. At first I thought I was failing my tests and she has came to straighten me up, and a women with that sternness that could straighten up anyone. My mother welcomed her in to sit down and have tea. I had always been taught it was rude to stare, but how could I not ? I was sent away to my room and when I came back there was a warmth within the room and the professor that I was scared of before was smiling.
After a confusing talk all about magic and wizardry, wands, spell books and enchantments and creatures I was up to date on the wizarding world. I was glowing when she left my heart pounded and I felt like I was dreaming. Each day I would wake up and make sure I still had the list of spell books and equipment to get for school. Each day I was happy and joyful which cheered my mother up too. Hogwarts I'm ready for you I would say.
Now that the time had finally came I was nervous. My palms were sweaty and my head pounded. I looked to my left and took a quick glance at one small, young boy that seemed my age. He also seemed to be just as nervous as myself.
" Is that ? No .. It is ! Mum that's Harry Potter!" whispered a young blonde haired girl. She was looking in the same direction as I was, there was an older man standing few feet away from the young boy. Wizards must have celebrities too I thought to myself. Hope the man isn't stuck up like most of the celebrities I see in the newspaper. I began to find myself approaching the young boy with the strange circular glasses.
"Hello!" I chirped. "oh" he said with a jump he was definitely nervous. "he hello, sorry can I ask you something do you know how to get to platform nine and …" "three quarters ?" I finished his sentence for him. " Well to be honest it's my first time at Hogwarts too…" I said nervously. "But I do have a sheet of paper that told me you have to run at platforms nine and ten but im too scared to in case I hurt myself" I said biting my finger. "Well ok then should we run at it together then and at least if we fall and hurt ourselves we do it together and laugh at each other" He seemed less nervous now and was very brave. I nervously nodded and grabbed hold of my trolley.
"ready .. No pulling out .." He grinned. " 1,2,3 go !"
A sweeping sensation of joy forced past my body as I ran through. My eyes stung , and my head spun., yet somehow I enjoyed it. I turned round to my newly made friend and it seemed he had the same effects himself. " wow that was weirdly fun" I panted. The small boy smiled at me and I smiled back seeing my own reflection in his round spectacles. "So the train then.." The boy began but was cut off by the screaming of goodbye and the whistle of the train. Suddenly there was stampede of school children rushing to the train. I was quickly separated from my small friend and pushed onto the train.
I flattened my hair down and took a deep breathe. I walked along the train corridor slowly and carefully observing everything. I peered into the carriages and could see people laughing and smiling. They must have known each other all ready. I couldn't find my little friend anywhere and my legs were beginning to ache. I hadn't sat down since early this morning. I decided the next carriage I stopped at I would go into.
A young pale boy with white slick hair sat frowning alone. I slid the door of the carriage open and climbed inside. He looked up and gave me a look of disgust, as if I was dirty. "Hello" I said nervously. "What the hell do you want ?" The boy sneered. "I am new to the whole wizarding thing so I kina need a help with it. Do you know much bout magic?" At this the boy looked out-raged. "How dare you come in here asking for my knowledge mudblood ! And insult me by suggesting I am one to! I will have you know my name is Draco Malfoy and my family have a history of pure blood!" Malfoy spat these words in my face. I felt anger build up inside my core. "listen here" I said in a stern but quiet voice creating a scary tone. "I have no clue what a 'mudblood' is but I imagine it to be insulting in the wizarding world. I do not appreciate little scum bags like yourself spitting in my face like that. I have no knowledge on magic but I bet I am every single bit as good as you Malfoy! If we both got into the same school we must have the same ability! I am looking forward to this and if you ruin it I swear to god I will personally make sure that every day for the rest of your life you will regret it. Understand?" I smiled a sickly sweet smile and skipped off my seat and walked out the carriage without looking back. Douche.
My mood of nerves, illation and excitement had now transformed to a strong hate. How dare he ! I walked along the corridor so lost in my thoughts I never realised that I was about to collide with a tall ginger boy. "Ow!" he said loudly. "Sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts there." I replied grumpily. "S'alright!" He said cheerfully. "First year here? It's mine! I'm bloody nervous." He smiled "Yeah first year for me too. Same here I'm excited though, I come from muggles so this should be completely different." He beamed at me along with his bright orange hair glowing. " c'mon and sit down with me don't know anyone else here." He showed me into a carriage where a brown rat lay lifeless. "Aw cool! Is he yours ?" I enquired. "That fat lump? Yeah he is mine pathetic if you ask me. His name is scabbers." The boy looked at me puzzled. "Your strange, most girls run or scream when they see a rat." I laughed "Yeah I'm rather strange but in a good way" I grinned. "Ron, Ron Weasley" he held out his hand to shake. "Samantha Lennon. But please call me Sam." I joined his hand to shake them. "Oh did you hear the news ?Harry Potter is here!" Ron almost screamed with excitement. "Sorry, who ?" I was truly unsure what was going on. Ron's face lit up immediately as if he was wanting to tell this story for a long time. "The boy who lived? No? Wow." He smiled to himself lost in his own thoughts. At this moment I saw my small friend searching for a carriage. I waved my hands and thankfully he saw me. Ron was just awakening from his thoughts when my small friend climbed in the carriage. "Hello" Ron said smiling at him. "hi" he replied. "I was just about to tell the most famous story of wizardry" Ron said dramatically trying to set the scene. "Right now it begins with one boy Harry Potter." "Me?" the small boy looked at Ron puzzled. "NO WAY! Ron gasped. "Your Harry Potter? Do you have a scar on your fore head? " He asked quickly. The boy pulled back his messy hair to reveal a small lightning shape scar. "My name is Harry Potter and I heard that story for the first time about two hours ago." said Harry slightly embarrassed. I coughed unintentionally, interrupting the boys staring in amazement at each other. "Sorry to break the romance up boys but your going to need to tell me the story now." I said grinning widely.