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Harry POV

Chapter 1-

I was headed off to the King's Cross Station to board the Hogwarts Express.

I hear Uncle Vernon mumbling under his breath. "Wizard. I can't believe he is a wizard."

I just rolled my eyes as I jolted back and forth from my uncle's careless driving skills.

All of a sudden he shouts, "My nephew is a damn wizard!"

This startles me. My snowy owl, Hedwig, who I had bought earlier in Diagon Alley was going insane.

Uncle Vernon looks back at me and Hedwig.

"Shut the stupid owl up." He snarls.

"Sshh, it's okay Hedwig." I assure my owl.

"Why did I drive you anyways?" Uncle Vernon asks.

I shrug my shoulders. Uncle Vernon just rolls his eyes and cusses a few times.

"What platform?" My uncle asks in a snarling, sarcastic tone.

"9 and 3 quarters." I reply. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was very anxious, but still excited. I'm a wizard for goodness sake!

"9 and 3 quarters?" Uncle Vernon asks, confused.

"Yes." I proclaim.

"Dumb wizards. I'll just drop you off here. Get your damn stuff out of my car and get the hell out of my sight." Uncle Vernon growls.

I nod. I grab my wand which is still in its case. I grab Hedwig who is sitting pleasantly on the perch in his cage.

I open the trunk of my uncle's car. I get my trunk, containing everything from galleons to spell books.

I slam the door shut and walk. I am standing right by platform 9 and 10. But where is platform 9 and 3 quarters?

I ask an employee. He is wearing the correct train station attire. I walk up behind him and set all my stuff down. I tap his shoulder.

"Excuse me, where is platform 9 and 3 quarters?" I ask.

The man looks at me. He has a long, pointy nose, like a witch from a lame Halloween movie. An ugly zit is under his left eyebrow. And his eyes are blue.

"Get lost kid. We ain't got no platform 9 and 3 quarters." The man says in a cruel tone.

"But sir I swear." I begin to say. I go digging through my trunk until I found my train ticket. I show it to the man.

"Look." I continue. "Right here. My train ticket says the Hogwarts Express is at platform 9 and 3 quarters." I point my finger to the train ticket.

"The Hogwarts Express? Sorry kid, we got no Hogwarts Express. Now scram!" The man says.

I heave a sigh of defeat and disappointment. I shove my train ticket back down into my trunk with all my other belongings.

Then I see a family of red heads, right by the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.

One boy, who looks about my age, turns to what seems like his mother. They start talking, but I can't make out what they are saying.

I trudge over to them as casually as possible. I tap on the woman's shoulder.

"Excuse me ma'am. Do you know how I can get to platform 9 and 3 quarters?" I ask, my voice shaking a little.

"Oh yes darling. Are you trying to find the Hogwarts Express?" She replies. "I'm Mrs. Weasley by the way."

"Yes, I'm trying to find the Hogwarts Express." I respond.

She nods and says, "Just walk through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10." She smiles like this is super simple.

"Thanks. Oh, and I'm Harry." I say.

"You're welcome Harry." She smiles. "Now go on ahead darling." She gestures toward the big, brick barrier.

I nod and pick all of my stuff up. I close my eyes, and attempt to walk into the barrier. I open my eyes, hoping I am magically on platform 9 and 3 quarters.

I realize I have fallen to the ground and I apparently fainted and was passed out for a little.A red head boy is standing over me.

He hold out his hand. I grab it, and he pulls me up.

"Thanks." I say. "I'm Harry." I stick out of my hand and we shake.

"Your welcome mate." The boy says. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley."

I beam. "You headed to platform 9 and 3 quarters too?" I ask hopefully.

He nods and I have a silent celebration in my mind.

"Same." I say. "Oh, what happened to me anyways?" I ask out of random curiosity.

"Oh. You close your eyes, and you accidently bumped into me. No big deal." He laughs.

"Oh, alright." I say. I look at the clock. "Should we be going?"

"Yeah." Ron says. "Or we are gonna miss the train."

We walk through the barrier. Ron first, and then me.

When we got to platform 9 and 3 quarters, it was amazing what we saw.