Hogwarts used to be really dangerous. That's what I hear, anyway. I hear that when my father Ron was at Hogwarts, they had trouble every year without fail. My mom says that part of the reason Ron was always getting into trouble was because he was always acting rashly. They usually get into an argument after this, and it all ends with them laughing about events long past.
My mom tells me the same things. She talks about adventures she had with Dad and my Dad's friend Harry Potter, who apparently saved the world more than once. Whatever I do, I just hope that my Hogwarts years are as interesting, though maybe a little less danger would be nice. Last year was okay, that was my first.
"Rose! It's time to go! We don't want to miss the train! It's the sixth year!" My mother called.
I ran downstairs. My mom always had to be on time, and usually I found it annoying, but today, it was important to me that we be punctual, so the more that my mom rushed me, the better. I rushed out the door along with my brother Hugo. We ran to the car and buckled ourselves into the old Ford car my Dad has. He jumped in the front seat with a grin glued on his face.
"Everybody ready? Alright-y then, let's get started, we don't want to be late, the wall turns solid after a little while, and that's no fun to run into, trust me, I know!"
And with that, without explaining more about how the wall could turn solid to me, he started the car down the runway, and we took off. We cloaked, and flew over to the train station in London. We landed and became visible. I looked around. Not much to see, just the parking lot of a train coming by, and some nearby shopping buildings, but we were finally here, after eleven years and one summer, we had finally arrived again.