Nerves. Anxiety. Wonder.

Harry ran through the platform and almost immediately ran into a middle-aged witch. She had medium length blond hair, calm blue eyes, and seemed to stand at about 5'5". She seemed momentarily surprised but there was hint of another emotion on her face, unfortunately it was gone before Harry recognized it.

"Sorry!" He muttered. Nearly running over this poor woman probably meant he was going to be sent back to the Dursleys. No good wizard probably ever almost ran over someone. He looked to the ground for comfort, waiting to be yelled at or to be sent back.

As a quick silence descended onto the duo, the red-headed family who had helped Harry began arriving not too far off. The woman noticed this and Harry looked up to see her smiling at them. She looked back at him and the mysterious emotion was mixed in with the smile.

"It'll be okay, Harry." Was all she said, before walking away from him. Now he was momentarily confused because his messy hair covered his scar for once, so how did she know his name? And what did she mean? But soon all of that was forgotten as the wonder of the magical train retook his thoughts.

Years later, as Harry rejoiced in the destruction of Voldemort, his mind went back to that mysterious woman and her unknown identity. He wondered who she was and why his thoughts went back to her now.

He never knew.

AN: I don't own HP or JKR. This was just a brief AU drabble that I was inspired by two pictures I saw on tumblr: One with Harry looking confused at the Hogwarts express, the next one with JK knowingly smiling at him.