Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter or any characters…too bad for me…
Kings Cross. James Potter couldn't believe it. Finally, after so many countless weeks, days, hours, minutes, he was standing in front of the barrier to Platform 9 and ¾, which would lead him to the Hogwarts Express. How long had he and his best friend been dreaming of this day? Practically since the day they had met. They had it all planned out. They would be in the same house (Gryffindor of course), they would ace all of their classes, but most important of all, they would be the greatest troublemakers Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had ever seen.
"James, we only have 10 minutes! We better get hurrying." His father told him. James felt a wave of excitement course through his body. This was his moment. He broke out in a run, heading straight for the seemingly solid brick wall. He was almost there…
He stopped abruptly. So abruptly in fact that his parents ran right into him and nearly sent him flying over his trunk. "James? What in the world?" His mother asked.
"I can't!" James said.
"Of course you can. You're not nervous are you?"
"No! It's just…"
"What? Are you sick?" James rolled his eyes at his mother.
"No! I just have to wait for Sirius."
"James..." His mother moaned.
"Mum…" James moaned back at her.
"You know son, I'm sure he won't mind if go on without him."
"But Dad, we've been planning this day since we were 6! 6! I can't just run through without him!"
"Well, he'd better get here soon, or both of you are going to miss the train."
