19, 20, 21 Years Later.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Salutations all, this is only my 2nd fanfic; so please review and tell me whether I should keep this going! Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcomed.
"You need to run-up honey, it helps; and close your eyes if you need to!" Said a woman.
"But I don't want to, it's only logical to walk. You know in case I do actually bump into the wall, then it wouldn't hurt so much compared to me just running at it. A run-up is just stupid." Replied a girl, she was draped in an odd and over-sized robe, her owl sitting obediently on her shoulder. Now you would expect the hordes of ordinary commuters, passing by, to gape and gawk at the peculiar, robed girl with an owl. But none did; it was a well-known event around London, every autumn a group of robed children would stand in front of a particular wall at the station. And these children would be of all sorts, some were black, some were white, some were yellow… some had owls, other had lizards or mice or anything you could possibly think of. Now commuters used to gawk and gape at these children as they slowly disappeared through the wall; but it's become such a common sight over the years… many have grown accustomed to the peculiarity. And these children are no longer seen as a sort of 'tourist attraction' and are now just a part of everyday life.
"Hahaha, Hermione, she's got your brains…only better!" said a man
"Ron, I'm going to take that as a compliment." The woman glared back "C'mon Rosie, let's go." The woman made to hold her daughter's hand, but Rosie pulled back.
"No, you go first….I-I just want to see how a run-up works…even though I already know it's stupid, I just want to see, you know, in the…um… s-spirit of compromise." Stuttered Rosie.
Hermione smiled "Okay Ron, let's go." She held to her husband's hand and they started running towards the seemingly solid wall.
Ron looked back at his daughter as he ran, "We'll show you how it's done honey, you don't need to be scared, it's completely saf—"
He was forced to break off his sentence as he slid through the wall and materialized on to platform 9 and ¾.
"Psh, scared? No way…hahahaaa…" Rosie looked at the wall, she shook her head and patted the owl on her shoulder. And then walked calmly towards it and disappeared amongst the greasy grey of the bricks.
END PROLOGUE.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, and please review! I'm thinking of starting a few different series and not sure if I should keep this one going.
