Lost. She was completely, utterly, and horrifically lost. The tiny 11 year old girl ran from person to person, asking about this fabled Platform that her previous companion had never shed light upon. The ticket said 'Platform 9 ¾'. There had to be a mistake…
With a huff of horrid confusion, the girl ended up sitting down on a bench, trolley next to her and her new pet snowy owl giving a hoot of concern for her owner. The girl in turn carefully put her index finger through the bars on the cage and the owl nipped softly at her fingertips, giving affectionate chirps in response.
A shout from a woman took the girl out of her trance. "It's the same every year, packed with muggles, of course!"
"Muggles?" She jumped from the bench and peaked out from behind the stone pillar, watching the person who had said that. A family of bright red hair ran passed with separate trolleys.
"C'mon! Platform 9 and ¾ this way!" She grinned and quickly grabbed her trolley's handle, following the woman who led her family to the stone pillar that held separate signs for platforms 9 and 10.
"Percy, you first," The woman said. The boy with darker red hair that was a mess of curls stepped up towards the wall and with a confident stride, bolted for the bricks. She was expecting him to crash and hurt himself, but no. He passed straight through. How in the heck did the man passing by not notice a boy just disappearing?!
"Fred, you next," She turned to look at the twins who glared at the woman.
"He's not Fred, I am!"
"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother," She snorted as the woman gave an apology to the other boy, George. The one in question walked up and smirked.
"I'm only jokin', I am Fred." He bolted for the wall, George close behind so as their mother didn't smack them for good measure.
The raven haired girl stared at the wall with more confusion and pushed her round glasses up further on the bridge of her nose.
"Excuse me, ma'am…" The small chirp from her pet helped the woman hear her better. She turned, her arm securely around a little girl who kept quiet. "C-Could you tell me how to… Uhm…" She pointed at the wall, confused as to what to say.
"How to get onto the platform?" The woman began to laugh. "Not to worry, dear. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts, as well!" Well, that made her feel a little bit better. "Now all you've got to do… Is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a run, if you're nervous."
"Good luck," The little girl on her arm said. The raven haired girl smiled at the woman, bowing her head slightly as she did so. Positioning herself at the front of the wall was easy… Getting her feet to move was difficult. But with a mighty huff, she bolted forward and expected to hit something solid… But it felt as if she was passing through water and the whoosh reminded her of fall winds. It took her a minute to realize that she phased through a freaking brick wall before coming back down to reality.
Turning the corner of the wall, she saw a beautiful red and black train with a plate on the top that read Hogwarts Express. A grin broke out from her face. She did it. She had finally arrived. This was happening! She's a witch!
It was easy for her to find a compartment on her own. No one felt like sitting with the girl that wore boy's clothing. The train had finally left the station and she watched all the trees and beautiful scenery go by out of the window. A voice interrupted her daydream.
"Excuse me," It was the same tone she had used at the train station. Turning her head, she saw the exact same red headed boy in the doorway. "Do you mind? Everywhere else is full."
"On, not at all!" The girl gestured to the seat in front of her and the boy was ecstatic at being able to sit down.
"I'm Ron, by the way," She remembers his mother saying that. "Ron Weasley!"
"I'm Harriette. Harriette Potter." Apparently, that struck a chord with Ron.
He stared at Harriette as if she had just admitted to being a murderer. "So… So it's true. I mean, do you really have the- the-"
"The what?" She said, looking him down.
"The scar," He whispered as if he may have offended her. Harriette giggled.
"Oh, yeah," She moved her choppy bangs to show him the lightning bolt shape upon her forehead and Ron's face broke out into a grin.
"Wicked!" Harriette smiled and ruffled her bangs back into place.
A woman walked passed with a cart filled to the brim with food and Harriette grinned at the sight.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?"
"No, thanks. I'm all set." Ron in turn held up a saran wrapped sandwich that looked like it was put under a steam roller. Harriette frowned at this. Didn't seem fair if she didn't get something for him too. But her own compulsive behavior led to her shouting at the woman and reaching into her pocket to fish out a large amount of gold.
"We'll take the lot!"
Wait… did I just buy the whole cart? Harriette thought to herself. Her response was in definite when Ron and her began reaching for everything off the trolley. Yep. She bought the whole cart.