Hey everyone! I wasn't sure which way this crossed over, so put it as is now. So, yeah... anyways! This is dedicated to bbkid14! she is currently reading Harry Potter, and I am rereading it. So here you go bbkid14!

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Summer was over and Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to the familiar platform of 9 ¾.

"So, did you two look at the paper today?" Hermione asked, looking at the two males.

"No, what about it?" Ron replied.

"Well it said," Hermione started, but Harry didn't hear the rest. He was busy looking at the two boys, who appeared to be a little lost. One boy looked to be half a head taller, his back was to Harry, and he was talking to one of the conductor about something. He had orange colored hair, and wore a pair of black jeans and a white button down. He appeared to be about 11 or 12. The second boy was sitting on one of the two trunks, and he was facing Harry. Harry noticed the boy had light purple hair that came down to his jaw, his bangs covered his face. He noticed that the boy's head was tilted to one side, and he was looking behind himself and up at the conductor; and Harry could see he had unusually bright blue eyes. The littler one wore the same out fit the taller one had on, so they must have come from the same place.

He noticed neither seemed to have an adult around. He suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. He had once been like those two, lost in this big station, and unable to find the proper platform. Harry didn't realize he had stopped walking until Ron called back to him, but even then he didn't move. He stared at the boys. Suddenly Harry noticed the smaller one look up at him. Azure meet emerald, and Harry couldn't look away, let alone leave.

"Hey, Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, as she walked over to Harry.

"Those two boys over there," Harry said motioning towards the two boys, who were looking at the conductor. "They look lost. I think we should see if we can help them."

"But why, Harry? They're probably just looking for their parents, nothing to worry about." Ron said.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped. "I agree with Harry. Even if they are just looking for their parents, we can't just leave!"

"Why not?" Ron asked confused, and not understanding why they couldn't just leave.

"For two reason's," Hermione started. "1. It wouldn't be right to leave them here. And two-"

"One of them saw us," Harry said, walking over to them, with Hermione close behind. Ron stood there a moment before he collected his senses.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Ron called as he ran to catch up.

As they got closer, Harry could hear what the taller one and the conductor were saying.

"I'm telling you, kid," the conductor said looking annoyed. "There is no platform 9 ¾."

"But-" the boy tried to continue but was cut off by the conductor.

"I said there is no platform 9 ¾, so stop asking!" with that the conductor turned and walked away. The boy sighed as he collapsed behind the younger one, their backs pressed together, and the taller one leaned his head back, placing it on top the others.

"This is getting us no where," he said to the smaller one, who sighed in disbelief. Why didn't anyone know where this supposed platform was? Was the letter a fake? Had it just been a joke? Neither boy got a chance to think about this very long, as a voice snapped them back to reality.

"So you're looking for platform 9 ¾, huh?"

Both boys jumped and looked at the source of the voice. It was an older boy they noticed, black hair and green eyes, and one strikingly odd feature: a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt. They both stared at Harry, and Harry noted the orange haired one had olive colored eyes, his bangs were barely above his eyes.

"Who are you?" The orange-ete asked in surprise. "And yes, we are."

Harry smiled at them, he knew what it had been like looking for the elusive platform 9 ¾. It had been Ron and his family to show him where it had been, and he was grateful, even to this day.

"My name is Harry Potter. This is my friends Ron Weasely, and Hermione Granger," Harry introduced them, then added, "and you two are…?"

"I'm Kanon Hilbert," the orange haired boy known as Kanon said. "And this is my best friend Eyes Rutherford." Eyes gave a wave to the three older students.

"Well," Harry said. "We could show you where the platform you're looking for is, if you want."

Kanon was about to object when Eyes spoke up, "that would be great!"

Kanon looked at Eyes to see if he was serious, and confirmed that yes, he was. He saw the tired look on the said boy's face. Kanon sighed and stood up, grabbing his trunk, and Eyes did the same. Both boys looked to Harry, who turned to lead them to the platform, Hermione and Ron right by his side.

They had walked for a few minuets, and the silence was unnerving. At least it was to Ron, for he was the one to break the silence.

"So where are you two from?" He asked, looking at them.

Kanon hesitated and Eyes spoke up, "King of hearts orphanage."

This caused Harry's breath to catch in his throat. An orphanage? They were orphans just like he was, only they didn't have any relatives, it seemed. Harry felt sympathetic. It must be hard, not to even have an aunt or an uncle, or any one for that matter. Harry didn't like his aunt and uncle, but at least he wasn't in an orphanage. (Though, he might have been treated better there than where he lives now, family or not.)

Harry looked at them, and noticed that Eyes was thinner than Kanon, besides being half a head shorter. He also seemed a little more… thoughtful and quiet. Harry snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Mrs. Weasely call to them.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! You need to hurry! The train is leaving soon!" she said as they got closer, the red-haired woman noticed Eyes and Kanon. "Why, hello! Who do we have here?"

"Mum, this is Eyes Rutherford-" Ron started to introduce, but was interrupted by Eyes' soft "Hello." and a small wave. "And this is Kanon Hilbert." Kanon nodded, but said nothing. He didn't seem too trusting with these people.

"Well, hello, Eyes, Kanon. Where are your parents?" Mrs. Weaseley asked them, unaware that neither had a living relative.

"The nuns dropped us off earlier. So we don't actually have a guardian…" Eyes said softly, a faraway look in his eyes.

"The… Nuns…" Mrs. Weasely repeated in shock.

"Yes. From the King of hearts orphanage," Kanon confirmed and clarified.

Before Mrs. Weaseley could say anything more, the whistle blew, signaling that all the students needed to get on the train, now.

Mrs. Weaseley hurriedly got them on the train and waved to the five of them as the train took off down the tracks, going to their desired destination: Hogwarts.

Long, but good! next chapter will be the train ride there, so review or no update!

Over and out!