Disclaimer:
I wish I owned Harry Potter… but I don't.
Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, I own nothing but the plot.
"Hermione, love," I heard my mum say as I walked down the platforms, "Last check before we get to the train. Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes mum," I replied, shaking my head. This was the tenth time she had asked me on the way to the platform. Platform nine and three quarters.
My dad cut off my train of thought as he murmured to mum,
"Dahlia, stop worrying so much. Our Hermione has been waiting for this day since she was a toddler. Haven't you, Poppet?" I nodded vigorously.
I sighed as the blonde-haired boy beside me gave me a nudge. He pointed to a brick pillar between platforms nine and ten.
"There it is," he whispered.
"I cant believe there's an entirely different platform beyond that wall…" I replied in awe. "This is it Draco. We're really going to Hogwarts." He nodded.
Looking back over my shoulder, I called to my mum and dad and Cissa and Lucius. They were all talking.
"Hurry up, we're going to miss the train!" They nodded and continued to chat. Grownups. They're so slow.
I looked down at my cart, and then at Draco's. He had his beautiful eagle owl, I had my black cat, Shadow. He had two trunks, I had two and a half…
"Ready?" I asked.
"Ladies first," he joked, gesturing towards the pillar.
I rolled my eyes playfully.
"You can do it Mione! Don't hesitate, take a running start," I heard my parents say behind me.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It's exhilarating really. Running through what seems to be a solid wall, yet passing through to the other side.
I dashed through the wall, right onto platform nine and three quarters. The bright red steam engine glistened in the morning sunshine. Children and parents hugged and said their goodbyes, ready to board the train. Carts and trunks and familiars scattered everywhere I looked. Boys and girls hanging out the windows of the train, saying last farewells to their families.
I felt air waft towards me from behind, and turned to see Draco, who was looking quite amazed at the platform. Neither of us have any siblings, so we've never been to the platform.
I turned to my mum and she scooped me into a hug.
"Be safe my love," she whispered into my ear, "try and stay out of trouble, and have fun. I'll miss you."
I ignored the trouble part. "I'll miss you too maman."
She finally let go of me and I was instantly pulled into a bear-hug by my father.
"Now if anybody messes with you-" he was cut off by Lucius Malfoy.
"Draco will deal with them, won't you Draco?" Draco's fair skin tinged a light pink.
"Actually," I spoke up, "I will handle it myself."
"That's my girl!" My dad kissed my forehead.
"You'd better head off to the train, you don't want it to leave without you," Cissa told us. Narcissa Malfoy hugged her son and pushed him off towards the train. Our parents waved to us as we boarded the Hogwarts Express, ready to go to Hogwarts.
We boarded the train and found an empty compartment to sit in.
With a groan, the old steam engine started along the path to Hogwarts.