It was the first of September, the day where all the students went back to Hogwarts, the day Harry Potter loved most, the day he came back home.
But this story isn't really about Harry Potter. Sure he is in it, but he is not main part.
It was quite, very quite. There were only a few people at the station, at this early in the morning. The sun was only starting to rise.
To the normal/muggle naked eye everything seemed fine. Only a sudden wind came across the entrance to the station and then a car backfired. Then all was quite again.
This could only mean one thing.
A new student for Hogwarts was approaching King Cross with fast steps.
The wind blew across platform 9 ΒΌ, passing all the children with their families saying goodbye. It was a joyful day for all the children they were going back to their friends, for some they were entering a new world. No wonder they were nervous.
The wind continued to blow across the platform, until it came across a tall blonde haired girl, and then it stopped like it hit a wall. This girl weren't nether nervous, afraid or joyful. She stood all alone with her suitcase and looked around at all the children with their families. She had a blank face, but in her gut she felt a growing anger. Anger she had had for so many years, but it was first showing this summer. But at the same time she also felt sadness. But the strongest feeling she had was determination.
No one took notice of her; it was like she wasn't there, a ghost, but one thing made her different from a ghost. SHE was real.
She got her suitcase checked in, and headed for an entrance to the train. While on her way, she studied every ones faces.
Was he here? Did he know? Did THEY know?
Those were the thoughts running through her mind. She got on the train and found an empty compartment.