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I had never been so eager get back to Hogwarts before. All I could think about was Rose, Lily, Hugo and Louis and how much I missed them. I hadn't seen or spoken to any of them throughout the entire summer, except from, of course, the (approximately) 2 tons of letters and postcards I'd received. They had even sent a few packages, filled mostly with some of my favorite wizard candy. It was going to be my 5th year on Hogwarts, (I was turning 15 next month on the 13th October.) and I couldn't be more exited, to the point of having a hard time trying not to smile 24/7.

As with every year my dad, Philip Lockwood, took some time to go over the rules with me. "Now Amber," he would say, "do you remember rule number 1?" While looking so serious that I found it impossible to take him seriously. And then I'd answer, trying my best not to let my voice get all screechy, which was a side effect when I was annoyed, frustrated, or lying.

"Never talk to too strangers, dad." I would answer very slowly so that he wouldn't ask me to say it again, just because he didn't pick up every word. If you haven't noticed just yet, my dad's a muggle.

He and my mom, Clare Lockwood, fell completely in love with each other back when they were younger. My mom couldn't bear the burden of him not knowing, so on their second date my mom came clean with her being a witch, but even that couldn't stop their love. A few years later they got married and got me.

Because of the fact that my mom is also was a witch, it was easier for her to let me go back to Hogwarts then it was for my dad. She herself had also gone to Hogwarts many years ago, which meant that she knew that I was as safe as I could ever be, or that was at least what she tried to convince my dad.

Only tomorrow I would be heading towards Kings Cross station, but right now it felt like weeks away. There was so much me, Lily and the others needed to catch up on, and I couldn't wait. Just thinking about being back at Hogwarts with all my friends made my stomach fill with butterflies.

I went to bed at about 8:30 that night, and even when I couldn't sleep, I just lay there, not able to think about anything else than tomorrow.

My sleep was interrupted by the sound of my mobile vibrating on my nightstand, which ended up with me nearly getting a heart attack, as usual. I forced my eyes open while rapidly reaching out for my mobile, I didn't even remember setting my alarm.

I quickly turned it off to check the clock. I could feel the second heart attack nearing with dangerous speed, but if the clock was right, I didn't have time to.

It said 9:47am, and the train left the platform at 11:00am on the dot, what meant that if it took about a half an hour for dad to drive me to the station, and with the train leaving at 11.00am. Then I had to get my lazy ** out of bed and get moving.

When I was all packed up and ready to go, dad helped me get the suitcase and some of my extra bags down and loaded into the car. Because the pressure of missing the train, I had just thrown something on – I didn't even care.

On my way downstairs I stopped upon passing a mirror – of course I cared. I was standing before a 14-year-old girl, her dark brown hair tied up in a bun. She was wearing a pair of black jeans with an oversized red hoodie that said, "I 'heart' W-candy" (Wizard candy), that she had gotten from one of her friends, Molly. She also wore a pair of blue sneakers. A part yellow, part blue bag was hanging from her shoulder, filled with wizard money and wizard candy, some food, her wand and her train ticket, and that was only about ¼ of what was in the bag.

I hurried out the door, half jumping into the front seat of the car. 2 minutes later, dad came rushing out and we were ready to go, and not a minute too late as I had about 40 minutes before the train would leave the station. I just hopped there wasn't going to be too much traffic, cause then the 10 extra minutes I had gained by not eating breakfast would be wasted, which I couldn't afford right now.

We arrived at the Kings Cross station with about 11 minutes left. It wasn't much, but it had to be enough. I still needed to get to platform 9 ¾, and fast. My dad began to unload the car while I went to get a luggage cart. When we were done stacking all of my bags onto the cart, I realized that I had forgotten something.

"Oh no, dad, I've forgotten Hope at home. How could I forget her?", I was an inch away from panicking, when dad suddenly came up with an idea.

"Don't worry honey, I will send her to Hogwarts as soon as I get home. She'll maybe even be there before you", He said trying to make me smile.

It worked. I calmed down, kissed him goodbye and told him to kiss mom goodbye from me, as soon as she got home from work.

After waving goodbye one last time, I turned around and almost sprinted down towards platform 9 ¾, in hope of making it in time. When I reached the wall between platform 9 and 10, I couldn't stop picturing myself crashing up against the wall. I pulled up all my courage, faced the wall, and pushed the cart as fast as I could towards the wall. In the last second before colliding with the wall I closed my eyes, feeling nothing but a slight tinkling feeling in my stomach. When I opened them again I swear, I was on the brink of tears. I was standing on platform 9¾.

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