Harry scrambled to his feet and looked around. Nothing was familiar. There was a train station, but not King's Cross.
A small muggle boy came along, maybe six or seven years old.
"You... you just came out of the blue!"
"I didn't," Harry muttered. "I'm fast."
"What's your name?"
Harry didn't think that any muggle besides his relatives knew his name. And he was too confused to come up with something.
"Harry Potter."
The boy threw his head back and started to laugh. Madly. People turned around and scrutinised the two.
"From the book? No way."