I do not own the rights to the Harry Potter corporation.
That happy power belongs to J.K.Rowling and whoever makes the movies and whoever publishes the books.
The station looked the same as it had one hundred years ago. All the Muggles milled around, gibbering about their mundane lives.
"I can't believe Kevin dumped me…" whimpered a woman in a severely annoying voice, while her friends agreed sympathetically.
One hundred years ago, the station had been filled with snooty Victorians, talking in their oh-so-posh voices, and lamenting the death of the great Queen Victoria. The air was thick with the steam from the trains and all the bag boys ran around in their scruffy clothes. People had given her frightened glances, and a wide berth. Even today, in this accepting world, as soon as they thought she was out of earshot, they whispered about the strange girl in the funny clothes, with the cheekbones like knives. She didn't give a damn what they thought. She was the way she was.
Approaching the magical barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, she paused momentarily…was she doing the right thing?
Scolding herself, she ran through the barrier.
She walked calmly through the crowds, while the more informed Ministry personnel gasped in horror. The word spread through the entire platform . People jumped out of her way shrieking. The new first-years took this golden opportunity to act mature, by running around screaming obscenities. Striding confidently through the parting crowds, she noticed a tall, blond boy staring at her. She glanced briefly at him, and he flushed deep scarlet. Frowning, she made her way towards the Hogwarts Express.
The conductor took her suitcase as though it was a cleverly disguised suitcase bomb. Walking down the aisles, she was ever aware of the pupils staring at her. The blond boy she seen on the Platform was sitting in a compartment with two of the repulsive people she had ever seen. And that was saying something. He continued to gawk at her as she walked through his compartment. She had half a mind to tell him to quit it, but she supposed an admirer was kind of flattering. Even if it was Draco Malfoy.