Chapter 1: Prologue
Authors note: This being my first fan fiction, I humbly ask people to go easy on me. English being my second language, my grammar may not always be fabulous, if there are any errors please let me know and I'll be happy to fix them. I would like to ask your understanding if everything isn't exactly like the books. I'm human, I make mistakes. Sometimes my facts may be mixed up, if it is, please state them nicely and I will fix them…Unless it conflicts with this story.
I will make this clear right now: Things will be slow paced. I'm planning to write this so it will not be like "I hate you" one second and "I love you, I am going to dedicate my entire life towards you" the next second.
Don't like? Don't read, simple as that.
I apologize that the first chapter is extremely short. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Every year, there came a day when King's Cross was filled with laughter and chatter of nonsense.
Children carried cages containing toads, cats, owls or exotic birds.
Some muttered gibberish such as Hogwarts, Quidditch, Muggles and Galleons. Others wore cloaks as if it was not out of the ordinary.
And mysteriously, the moment the clock struck eleven these children disappeared.
But little did people know, through a certain brick wall, there was another platform hidden.
Inside was a magnificent red steam engine that ran through the beautiful English country side to the prestigious school located somewhere in Scotland.
On platform nine and three quarters, excited chatter and bizarrely dressed families filled the hidden platform.
Families pulled in their children to big hugs, some crying and others desperate to escape from their teary-eyed mothers clutches.
However, these families were not the only ones that were busy. To simply put it, September first was pure hell for the ministry Obliviators. It was impossible to have hundreds of adults and children disappearing through a wall without going unnoticed.
Indeed, many muggles questioned their sanity, rubbing their eyes furiously while blinking at the plain brick wall. But these muggles didn't need to worry for long, for the Obliviators were there to "fix" their sanity.
No one would remember the mysteriously dressed families, the gibberish, magic, potions, transfiguration or Hogwarts. They would have simply forgotten, even the little old lady that disappeared through the wall.
As the red steam engine gave a rumble and a hiss, children hung out of the windows waving frantically to their families.
The elderly woman stepped out of the shadows, watching the Hogwarts Express disappear into the distance.
With a serene smile pasted on her weathered face, she whispered:
"Good luck Hermione"
