Daigon Alley had indeed frightened me, though less than those folks who saw me fly into King's Cross on my newly purchased broom, no doubt. Having figured out that wizards and witches alike preferred those awful robes I quickly spotted a pair rushing toward a solid wall, then vanishing right into it. I didn't even bother to make a landing. I shot straight through and into whole family!
The chaos of picking ourselves up, and the laughter of their children couldn't distract from the scene around me. I had only caught a glimpse of the station as I flew in, but this was completely different. Even the sun in the sky seemed to indicate a different time of day. A single, lone train emblazoned 'Hogwarts Express' sat in the immediate embarkation, surrounded by hundreds of folks in colorful robes.
The father of the group I'd crashed into had began to herd his pack away, the little redhead girl hopped onto the front of a trunk labeled J.S.P. "Come on, James! We'll miss it if we keep stopping!"
"Alright, Lily we're off!" and he skipped a shove off sending them hurtling down the depot.
A hand appeared in front of my face. I accepted and was hoisted to my feet by a sturdy, but somewhat short man with round glasses, a hard jaw, and undeniably scruffy hair, "No harm done." He smiled. "Hurry onto the train," he said while bending over to retrieve one of my books that had fallen out of my now overstuffed side satchel. He handed me my copy of Flesh-Eating Trees of the World. "Isn't that a newt book?"
"No, it's a paper book," I stammered out before clutching it to my chest, picked up my broom and launched myself onto the train. My nose twitched from smoke again. I heard several rushes of air as if something landing behind me as I scurried into the car.
"We're looking for a young wizard who just let all of King's Cross see a child riding a broomstick fly from across London!" shouted a stern voice.
'Nope' I thought, 'not getting involved in that one!' as I found a nearly empty sleeper carriage. I set down my decidedly very over-stuffed satchel into the overhead with my broom, but kept the book that nice man had picked back up for me.
He'd referred to it as a 'newt' book. I wondered what he meant by that. I went to open it up, but it suddenly split into three separate volumes at the spine. Looking closer, I saw it had always been separate, but held together by some tricky binding. Thinking back to a book from my childhood, I wondered if this book would have any details about Old Man Willow from 'Fellowship of the Rings' the crotchety old tree that nearly devoured Merri and Pippin.
Thumbing my way through one of the volumes, I couldn't help but tune most of the trip out. The variety of trees that could kill you if you're not taking the right precautions were higher than I'd hope to expect.
Hopefully if this Hogwarts place really does exist, and these things are truly real, than it should expect to be an amazing experience.