RPOV

I looked up at my Mother nervously then glanced back at the solid brick wall in front of me.
"Go on," she said with a reassuring smile.
I gripped the handle of the trolley harder, took a deep breath and ran. Just as I was about to hit the wall I squeezed my eyes shut tight, waiting for the impact. When I didn't hit anything I slowed down and opened my eyes. The platform was crowded, full of people, owls, cats and rats. I looked behind me nervously to see my mother and brother walk calmly through the wall. I don't think I'll ever get used to running through a brick wall.
My brother, Henry, was in his third year at Hogwarts, whereas I was starting my first year.
I stood on my toes, try to find my best friend, who was also starting his first year at Howarts. We'd known each other since we were little due to our mothers, who were also best friends that met at Hogwarts. At least I wouldn't be going through this alone.
"There's Harry Potter," Henry told me, pointing at a small boy with glasses and the legendary scar hiding underneath his messy black hair. He was standing with another boy, about the same height but with ginger hair. Another girl joined them and they both grinned and hugged her tightly. From where I was standing it looked like they didn't get to see each other often. Harry was with another woman, presumably the ginger boy's mother, and she seemed to mother him as she would her own children. Why wasn't Harry's family with him? Surely someone would have looked after him after his parents were murdered by you-know-who.
Just then I felt a flick on the back of my head. I turned around to see Samuel standing there grinning, so I flicked him back on the nose and grinned back.
"Ow! I didn't do it that hard!" he cried.
"You're not even on the train yet and you're already play fighting," his mother, Jill laughed.
The train wasn't set to leave for another 20 minutes so we talked about what we thought Hogwarts was like, what pets we had bought at Diagon Alley the previous day and what the teachers were like.
I glanced around the platform and saw a girl, around my age, standing by the train with her parents. She had wavy auburn hair, trailing all the way down her back and a pale face. Her eyes looked blue, framed by thick black lashes. She was thin and looked very delicate. She looked beautiful but too perfect for me, the boy with messy blonde hair and a dorky smile.
Not long after spotting her my mother ushered us onto the Hogwarts Express and waved us off. I was sat in a carriage with Samuel and we talked more about our expectations of Hogwarts. About ten minutes after the train had left, the girl I'd spotted on the platform knocked quietly on our door. She opened the door and looked at us both shyly.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked us, her voice was quiet and hard to make out, she was obviously shy.
Samuel looked at me, expecting an answer and I just stared at her with my mouth hanging slightly open. Samuel kicked me on the leg, snapping me out of my trance.
"Of course," I replied, still not believing that she was standing in front of me.
"Thank you," She said, smiling slightly.
She got more comfortable around us as the train journey went on. We found out that her name was Annabel, she lived in Cornwall with her parents and her dog, Max, and that she had the most amazing laugh ever. She was incredibly nervous about her potions class because she'd overheard a student say Snape was the meanest teacher in Hogwarts.
"I'm sure he's okay," I told her, trying to console her.
"I don't think so, if he doesn't like Harry Potter who says he'll like us?" Samuel said.
"How can he not like Harry Potter?" Annabel cried.
"I still can't believe he recovered the Philosopher's Stone from that crazy teacher, hopefully we won't get any teacher like that this year," I said.
"Gilderoy Lockhart's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year," Annabel told us with a slight smile. It was obvious that she admired him, all the girls did, but even then it made me jealous.
Why was I jealous when I barely knew this girl? We'd only been talking for about an hour and I was jealous?

A couple of hours later we pulled up to Hogwarts. We were greeted by a large man, Henry told me his name was Hagrid, and he escorted us to the boats. I noticed Harry and his friends talking to Hagrid and they clearly knew him very well from the joking.
Samuel, Annabel and I sat in the same boat and we all shared the same wondrous expression as we gazed up at Hogwarts School. It was magnificent. It held an atmosphere of power and intimidation but it drew us in regardless. And we got to spend 7 years here. I had never been so excited before in my life.