I do not own, so therefore I can not earn. Meaning - don't pay to read this, and don't sue me!

To the story...

The day the Wizarding World realized the stupidity of self-destruction buttons.

Eleven year old Harry Potter was looking around him confused. His ticket read platform 9 ¾, but for all his frantic searching he could not find it. He had asked an old man with a paper if he knew, but the man had only laughed and mumbled about kids these days.

Hagrid hadn't said anything about this, Harry thought to himself, feeling just a bit betrayed. In fact, he hardly told me anything. He looked at a big round clock at the wall, it read 10:38 and Harry realized that he had been looking for an entrance to the platform for more than an hour. So much for making good time...

Suddenly though, Harry spotted a family of red-heads. He could not hear what they said over the noise in the train station, but if the owl they carried was any indication these people would know the way forward. Harry hurried to catch up to them. Just then a train pulled in though, and people started walking everywhere. He missed them, but might have seen some strains of red hair disappearing in a wall.

He walked to the wall to investigate, and found that if he pushed the wall a bit and tried not to think his hand started to go through. After scratching his head, asking himself if this really was such a good idea, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes hard. He forced all thoughts out of his head and felt his body starting to fall. His baggage-cart came with him (seeing that he hadn't let go of it) and he celebrated his success in his mind. And that's when it happened...

Harry had always been somewhat of a klutz. One time, when he was five, he had been allowed to watch the telly for a few minutes. He had been so happy, and had decided to watch as many channels he could. Something weird had happened then, as they often did when Harry became happy. The screen somehow started to show several programs at once, in smaller and smaller little- screens next to each other. The TV played all the sounds at the same time, and pretty soon you couldn't make out any individual phrases. Then it exploded. Harry's uncle Vernon had not been happy with him then, and had forbidden him from watching TV ever again.

But as for now, he was sitting on the ground observing his trolley. It was stuck halfway through. Harry wasn't very surprised; things like this had a way of happening around him, and absently searched his surroundings for a way to fix it. An inconspicuous button on the wall, right next to the secret entrance caught his attention. It was a lovely blue colour, and looked brand new. The sort of new that said to you, look! I've never been used before and was probably created by some freakishness just moments ago! Press me!!!

Harry pushed the button.

The wall that wasn't a wall at all started to shimmer in black and blue, not unlike the very blue colour of the button, and then is just went up in sparks that slowly fell to the ground and turned into little plastic swords that you could spear grapes with if you felt like it. Harry picked up one of the swords with just that action in thought. He then noticed the people staring at him; they were on both sides of the portal, wizards, witches, muggles and many many animals. He looked at his trolley and realized that it too had been partly turned into plastic swords! Hedwig, his Rat, had made it out alright so he wasn't overly worried, but all his books were currently in pieces.

Then People started to arrive, they simply popped out of nowhere, and waved their wands at the muggles (who got a glassy look in their eyes and went on their way) and the portal, which remained being plastic swords. Sadly Harry's belongings were lost, and he went on board the train carrying only his pet rat. He hoped the teachers would help him buy new stuff later...

When Harry found an empty compartment he closed the door after him, an accidentally broke the lock, which resulted in him spending the trip to Hogwarts alone. Many people looked in at him though, and he had much fun making faces at them during the whole trip. He left the train using a window, which also broke. Harry figured it must have been a good day so far, since things only got this bad when he was really happy.

The End

//Jesagon.