Well. . . here's the beginning. It starts in George's POV:

George walked into the crowded station with his trunk. He was looking for a platform that, as far as he knew, didn't exist. But, to be fair, he wouldn't have thought the place where he was going today existed either, less than a month ago.

Wrapped up in his own thoughts, he absentmindedly bumped into an older boy with blond hair and. . . an owl.

"Sorry - er, do you know where platform 9 3/4 is?" George was hoping that the owl meant this boy was a wizard, not just some random person with a pet owl.

"Yeah. You have to go crash into that brick column between 9 and 10." The blond boy said this in a matter-of-fact kind of voice, which sounded like he found what he was saying perfectly normal. "I'm John, by the way. Who're you?"

"I'm George. You just run at the barrier?"

"Yeah. Look." John vanished as soon as he came within a few centimeters of the brick barrier.

George ran at the barrier with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he was on a platform with a red and black train with the words Hogwarts Express painted on the sides. He climed into it and looked for an empty seat. All the compartments seemed to be full execept for one - the blond boy was in it, with two dark-haired boys - one seemed to be writing someting with a quill pen, the other one discussing something called arithmancy with John.

"Can I sit here?"

"Sure", answered the boy who had been having the conversation with John. He had rather large ears and a very big nose. "I'm Ringo - well, not really, but I like that better than Richard."

"I'm Paul," the boy with the quill said.

George sat down next to Ringo and asked the question he had been thinking of for the last month.

"So. . . what's it like? Wizard school?"

"Well, you get sorted as soon as you get there," Paul said.

"You'll be fine. . . as long as you don't get Slytherin. Then you're in with a mixture of really horrible people and really stupid people who do whatever the horrible people tell them."

The conversation continued. John and Ringo continued talking about whatever arithmancy was (John seemed to regret signing up for it) and Paul kept writing (he was apparently writing some sort of potions essay). George also tried something called an Every-Flavor bean that tasted suspiciously like haggis. They all pulled on their robes eventually.

Finally, the train stopped, and everyone got out. George could see a huge castle in the distance - Hogwarts, his new school.

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