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Disclaimer: As I'm not JRK, nothing except the plot is mine, guys. Seriously. NOTHING BUT THE PLOT. Well off we go…
A/N: I didn't like the way I wrote the story to begin with- it just wasn't going the way I wanted it to. So I'm rewriting it. Hope you like!

Preparation and Leaving For The Platform

Omniscient P.O.V.

Lily Evans was sitting in her house, twirling her thick red hair around her finger, watching her big black and white dog Sousa playing with her big tomcat, Bumble. They were taking turns chasing each other. 'Although they look as though they're fighting now,' Lily thought to herself, 'they'll take a nap together later.' Smiling to herself, she got up and went to her bedroom, where she zipped up her suitcase. She was getting ready to leave her house in London for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Playing with her mother's ring, she surveyed her room, making sure that she hadn't forgotten anything. She had- right on her dresser laid her prefect's badge. She picked it up and put in the front pocket of her jeans (as the back right was already holding her wand) so that when she changed at school, she could have it ready.

She heard movement in her parlor. 'That'll be Emily,' she thought to herself. She grabbed the handle of her dark purple suitcase and carried it over to the door. Lily saw another trunk, bright red, at the door as well. On top was a black hawk owl, named Tally, that belonged to Emily sitting in its cage. Lily turned around and looked into her kitchen, where she saw none other than her best friend Emily sitting at her kitchen, eating the cookies that Lily had just made.

"Emily, love, why don't we let Tally out so he can fly to school?" Lily asked.

Nodding, Emily turned around and said, "Lily, don't you usually leave your packing until the last minute?"

"Yes, but this year, since… Well I thought it would be better to do it sooner rather than later this year…" Lily trailed off, leaving an awkward silence after her words.

The truth was that Lily remembered her mother badgering her to pack her clothes long before the 'last minute.' That was at the beginning of her fifth year at Hogwarts. Before she had found out that her parents had been killed by Voldemort's Death Eaters. They had left her everything that they owned, excepting the old silver Lincoln car that Petunia, Lily's younger sister, had always admired- and a good sum of money so that Petunia could get wherever it was that she wanted to go before she got a job.

Lily, who had been lost in thought, jumped about a foot in the air when there came a sudden yelp from the kitchen. When she rushed in to see what the problem was, she saw that Sousa had allowed Bumble to pounce on top of him, and had a look on his face of the uttermost puzzlement, as though he had no idea how he had gotten into such predicament.

Emily and Lily, who had been watching, began laughing at them.

"Alright then, you two. We're about to go." Turning to Emily, who still had a grin on her face, she asked, "Emily, how does twenty minutes sound to you?"

"Sounds perfect." Emily got up to let Tally out of her cage. As she walked to the door, she asked, "Lily, how often do you think that you'll have to do corridors this year?"

"I'm not sure, why do you ask?"

Emily opened the door so that she could Tally out and said, "Well it seemed that last year you did it quite a lot, and I was just thinking that this year, I could get some more help on homework, because I nearly failed astronomy last year. And I thought that you could help me, because I had quite a difficult time with the charts last year. Do you remember how many reference books I had checked out?"

"Yeah, something about twenty, wasn't it? And you kept trying to check out new ones every week, yeah, I remember." Lily had just been able to coax Bumble into an oversized picnic basket padded with blankets and turned to Sousa so that she could put on his leash.

"Yes, well. Madam Pince sent me a letter specially telling me that I would not be able to do that." Replied Emily, looking sheepish.

"Emily! I'm surprised at you! You should know better than to take that lying down! If you need thirty books to pass astronomy, so be it! I will march you down to the library myself and help you carry each and every one of thirty books to the common room!"

"That's not exactly what I was getting at-" mumbled Emily.

"Come on, Emily. Or we'll be late to the Hogwarts Express."

Emily reluctantly got up and went over to the door to gather her things, putting her scarf, gloves, and hat back on. Lily joined her only moments later, and they set off for platform nine and three quarters.

At 7:45 AM, James Potter was in his bed, fast asleep, dreaming about Quidditch, the wizard sport. He saw the snitch! He was racing to get it, it was almost in his hands when suddenly, a bludger (one of the balls in the game) hit him square in the face and knocked him off of his broom to the ground.

"ARGH!" Yelled James as he hit the floor, landing on his stomach.

"Sorry, mate, we're late! We've got about ten minutes to get to the train!" Replied Sirius fervently.

James ran his fingers through his black hair, donned his glasses, rolled over to his back, and opened his hazel to see his best friend standing over him with a bar of soap in his hands.

Looking pointedly at the soap, James interrogated, "Sirius, you didn't hit me with that did you?" upon seeing the soap, James had thought of Sirius' antics, knowing that it was most probable that he had been hit in the face with said bar of soap.

Sirius shoved the soap behind his back and said in a terrible fake innocent voice, "What? Hit you with what? I didn't hit you, mate."

"Sirius, just put the soap away, alright?" Suggested James from the ground, still not having gotten up yet.

"Fine…" Sirius shook his shoulder length hair out of his face so that it framed his face in a relaxed, gaunt and elegant way, and deposited the soap into the pocket that did not already hold his wand.

"Oh good lord, Sirius…" James shook his head and got up. He put his bed together, put on clothes, and yelled, "MUM! I NEED HELP!"

James waited a few seconds until he heard his mother's distant voice, "Why? Has Sirius got your underwear stuck to the ceiling again?"

Smirking at James, Sirius chimed, "No! We've got to get the train in about five minutes and I still haven't packed!"

They heard footsteps on the marble stairs of the Potter mansion and, sure enough, a few seconds later Mrs. Potter's face appeared in the doorway. She put her wand into the roomed and said, "Pack!" And everything Sirius owned flew into his suitcase. "Good, boys? Come eat some breakfast!"

James' heart sank. He loved his mother's cooking. "Mum, we've got to be at the train station, like, now."

Mrs. Potter looked at her watch, jumped a bit and said, "Oh dear, I lost track of the time! Well. let me just call your father over, and we can apparate right onto the platform, no?" Upon seeing their faces, she laughed and added, "Apparition isn't that bad, and it'll be better on an empty stomach anyway. Come along now, get everything over to the entryway."

While Mrs. Potter was off to get her husband, James and Sirius moved their things to the entryway- with much difficulty, as there were not only the trunks, but their Quidditch Brooms, and James' owl, Richard.

When they'd finally gotten everything down the stairs, they had five minutes to go.
James let Richard out through the window, as he would most likely NOT like apparition.
Mr. and Mrs. Potter came rushing into the room. Mr. Potter gave James and Sirius a stern look, and they, feeling sufficiently ashamed, blushed and began to mumble their apologies to the Potters.

Mr. Potter only laughed and said, "It's quite alright boys. Let's go before it's too late." He took hold of James and Sirius saw them disapparated to the platform. Sirius looked at Mrs. Potter, and she held out her arm for Sirius to take, which he did. He closed his eyes and held his breath, and he felt the terrible tube-like, rushing feeling that apparition gave. When he opened his eyes, he was on platform 9 ¾.

James, who was already on the train with his things, was looking out of the entrance for Sirius, who saw James looking for him and, having thanked Mrs. Potter, ran to James with his things.

As soon as Sirius had reached the train, he and James set out to find the compartment with Peter and Remus, their other friends.