Emma Dobbin - prologue (I do not own harry potter stuff)
Harry was confused. Of all the platform signs in Paddington Station, he could not seem to find any for platform nine and three quarters. 'this is ridiculous' he mumbled under his breath as he frantically rushed around, attempting to follow the huge figure of Hagrid, Harry's new half-giant best friend. Unknown to him, in doing so, Harry had inadvertently caught the eye of an adorable little eight year old girl, who just happened to be named Emma Dobbin. This little girl glanced over to Harry, and, in seeing that he might be a nice guy, she furtively snuck over to cross his path, away from her parents, who were stuck in an intense conversation with a young, good-looking dark haired fellow, who just happened to be Sam Dobbin, the girl's older brother, and a seventh year student at the renowned Hogwarts School for Withcraft and Wizardry, which happened to be the exact place that Harry so desperately wanted to get to, as fast as his 11 year old legs could carry him, just so he could get away from the crowded and completely uncontrollable expanse of Paddington Station.
'I hate trains.' Harry growled softly for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. By this time, little Emma Dobbin was swiftly and steadily making her way through the crowd to try to talk to the little boy in the very big glasses.
Harry glanced over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of a very, very tall man holding an owl in a cage, and apparently talking to himself. Harry stopped sharply. Unfortunately the momentum that his heavily stacked trolley had gained was more than enough to make it continue moving and, being the light and, unfortunately for him, stubborn, child that he was, Harry was pulled along with the trolley without the slightest intention of letting go.
Unfortunately, it was at this precise moment that little Emma Dobbin found the strength to squeeze her way through the throng of people, and after finding herself confronted with rather a large pair of thighs, she decided to go around them. Although they did not seem to ever end. Just as little Emma Dobbin was starting to wonder what sort of a person would belong to such a pair of thighs, the thighs decided it was high time to get some exercise, and they moved on. Leaving, as one might guess, quite a clear pathway to victory, or in this case, a tiny little gap just big enough for a skinny eight year old girl to be able to get through to reach the trolley of one Harry Potter, which was, incidentally, at this moment, hurtling towards little Emma Dobbin with an incredible amount of speed, and dragging along behind a very disgruntled Harry Potter.
Sensing her impending doom, little Emma Dobbin shut her eyes tight, and put her hands to face, emitting a small squeal. Upon hearing this Harry looked up and noticed the little girl. Instinctively he put his feet down and dug his heels into the slippery floor of the station. The trolley slowed and came to a sharp halt, centimetres from where little Emma Dobbin was standing. The severe termination of his journey surprised Harry, as he managed to forget for a moment where he was and career into the trolley with a loud 'Oomph!' as all his breath left him in one go.
Harry slowly opened one eye, dreading to see what his clumsiness might have cost him. But there was no one there. The little girl had gone. Harry quickly checked under the trolley, just in case. In seeing that there was no tiny squished body lying there, Harry shrugged to himself and turned to go, when he felt someone poke his stomach. Harry turned to face the strange little girl.
'Hello.' She said. With her hands clasped in front of her little polka dot dress that clashed horribly with her stripey tights, Harry noted that she was, in fact, shoeless.
'uhm…hi.' Harry blinked.
'Are you going to Hogwarts?' her big turquoise eyes gazed curiously at him.
'My big brother is going to Hogwarts today. He's a seventh year. What year are you?' Harry gaped at this small girl.
'uhm… I'm a first year. D-do you know where i'm supposed to go? I got lost…' Harry stared imploringly at the little girl, the intense gaze of his deep green eyes behind his glasses almost matched the penetrating look that he was getting from little Emma Dobbin and her virtually indescribable eyes.
'sure. You can just follow my brother to platform nine and three quarters.' The girl pointed across the busy station at the handsome dark-haired fellow just getting ready to leave. The fellow turned around, and appeared to be searching the station for something. 'I gotta go, I think they're looking for me. Bye!' and the girl was gone. Harry blinked.
'I- uh-oh.' Harry started. Little Emma Dobbin had appeared at the other end of the station standing next to her family. The handsome fellow ruffled her hair as he bent down to give her a big hug, she giggled when he gently tickled her. He stretched up again, hugged his parents and waved goodbye as he sauntered off towards platform nine, shoving his trolley in front of him. Harry jerked his trolley around, hurriedly running after the handsome fellow, pausing only for a second, to turn to the strange little girl and give her a grateful wave. In all her polka dotted, shoeless glory, little Emma Dobbin grinned and waved, hoping that one day she might again meet the nice little boy with the big bulky glasses.