"Peter, time for breakfast," called Aunty in an inviting tone.
Peter rubbed the crusties out of his eyes and slowly sat up in his bed. His eyes scanned the large room, cluttered with all sorts of toys, electronics, and broken champagne bottles (left over from his latest ship christening). As he stepped out of bed he heard something breaking beneath his foot, he looked down and picked up the gadget. "Oh good, it's only an iPhone, I'll just use my other one," he mumbled to himself as he continued towards the kitchen.
"Peter, how did you sleep?" inquired Uncle Vernon.
"Great," replied Peter as he was engulfed in a hug from his huge uncle.
"Good morning Peter," said Aunty, right before scolding my stupid cousin, Dudley, "Hurry up now, get Peter his food. Why do you have to be such a failure? Why can't you be a wizard like Peter? "
Peter stood waiting in front of his chair until Dudley came and pulled out the chair for him, "Hurry up now," urged Peter, "I haven't got all day you know. I've got to make it to Grand Central by 10:30 so I don't miss the train."
"Oh Peter, The train wouldn't leave without the great Peter Hanley, you're the most famous wizard that ever lived. You're The Boy Who Lived," said Aunty. Peter nodded in agreement as he gobbled up the last of the bacon.
When he was done stuffing his face Peter rose from his chair and headed back up to his room to pack up the rest of his stuff. He had everything he needed, 100,000 galleons (incase he needed to bribe a teacher), his robes, his wand (still missing a core), all of his needed books, potion making essentials, a couple of cursed pieces of jewelry and clothes (in case somebody got on his nerves he could give them a "gift"), and last but not least a stash of dung bombs.
After he was done double checking his trunk Peter called Dudley upstairs. "Carry this into the car," demanded Peter. Dudley grumbled as he lugged the heavy trunk down the stairs and into the car. "Good job boy," said Peter as he threw Dudley a dog treat. Dudley hit it to the ground and thumped back into the house.
"Hurry up Aunty!" called Peter from the car.
"I can't wait in here forever!" whined Peter from the car. As soon as Peter had opened his mouth Aunty was in the car and pulling out onto Spring Street. It wasn't long before the Mercedes pulled onto the highway towards New York.
About one hour later Peter had made it to Grand Central Station. Peter walked onto Platform 3 and looked around for pillar 3.14159265, after searching for a short 5 minutes Peter found the correct pillar labeled "Ravenban Wizard Entrance". Peter found it rather odd that Muggles didn't notice it. He had read in the famous books, Harry Potter, that all he had to do was walk straight through the pillar and he would reach the platform, so he figured he would give it a go.
Peter gathered all of his stuff on his cart and ran directly at the pillar, when he hit his target Peter's cart and his belongings crashed to the floor. The train station patrons all stared at Peter for a moment, and then continued about their daily routines. Peter gathered up his stuff and tried again. And again. And again. Until on the fourth try he noticed something. The pillar had a handle. When he examined the pillar farther he realized that there was a door built into the pillar.
Peter stood up, brushed off and twisted the handle, it turned with ease. Peter stepped though the door onto a busy train platform was populated by large numbers of peon wizards. Peter let out a quick grumble and continued toward the train. Peter headed straight for the section of the train labeled "VIP only". As Peter placed his first foot onto the train a large man pulled him back.
"And who do you think you are?" grumbled the large man.
"Who do you think you are, stopping Peter Hanley!" exclaimed Peter.
"What? Peter Hanley, I've never heard of you. Your names not on the list pal, looks like you're going to have to sit in a different section," replied the large man, in discomfort.
"What? Deny Peter Hanley the VIP section? I'm going to notify the press!" finalized Peter, as he shoved the large man aside and walked onto the train. Peter found an empty compartment and took a seat.
After waiting for about 10 minutes the train's whistle blew and the train began to move. Almost as soon as the station was out of sight a small, red headed boy peered into Peter's compartment. "Agh, gingers," scoffed Peter.
"Oh, uh… Do you mind if I sit with you?"asked the boy.
"Hmm… On one condition; If you buy me all the sweets I want," replied Peter, he was feeling rather charitable today.
"No problem," replied the boy as he pulled a large sack filled with galleons from his bag.
The two sat in awkward silence for what seemed to be an hour before the red headed boy spoke up. "So… What's your name?"
"Well, my name is Peter, but you are going to refer to me as 'Master'."
"Oh," The boy paused, "Well I'm Ron."
"That's not important, you will be known either as 'Ginger' or 'Peasant Number One'when in my presence." finished Peter. "Where is that sweets cart?" Peter looked down the hallway and cried in the carts direction "Get over here this instant, I haven't got time to waste!"
The cart came quickly over to Peter's compartment Peter removed all of the sweets from the cart in two quick sweeps and handed the lady Ron's sack of coins, them motioned for her to leave the compartment.
Ron stared at Peter as he gobbled up a moon pie with one hand and sorted out Jelly Belly's Almost Every Flavor Beans with the other. Ron reached for a package of Red Vines, but as soon as his arm moved Peter swatted it away.
"Can't I have some?" asked Ron "You've got plenty there"
"No, you can't, this is mine," replied Peter, his mouth still full of Moon Pie. He continued to sort his beans until he was done sorting all ten boxes, "here you go" said Peter handing Ron the Beans from one pile, "You owe me."
"Thanks" said Ron and a grin spread across his face. He began to cram the beans into his mouth. After only about two chews Ron turned his face out into the isle and spit out a handful of beans into the hallway. "Those were disgusting!"
"Oh, I thought taste was reserved to those of us who are… Better. Oh, well what can you expect, I only gave you the flavors; Booger, Ear Wax, Defeat, War, Unexpected Baby, and Marriage."
Ron stared into Peter's eyes for a moment, hoping it was all a joke, once he realized it wasn't, he began looking for remorse. And found none.
After a long search for Peter's soul, Ron was discouraged by his lack of findings; he began to stare out the window, waiting for the long train ride to end. The closest the two came to interaction was when Peter would occasionally drop a crumb on Ron, drawing his attention toward Peter for a moment until he looked back into the window, was this real or was it a nightmare?.
Finally, as if it was a voice from Heaven, the loudspeaker came on. "Hello, Ravenban students! We will be arriving in approximately ten minutes, please prepare yourselves in any way necessary."