A/N: Hey readers! Here is chapter one of my new fic. This is mostly a test to see what the people of think of the idea, so be sure to review when you've finished reading so I know whether or not to continue writing it!
When Harry Potter arrived at King's Cross Station on September 1, he had no idea what he was in for. Just a few days earlier, a very large man had broken down the Dursleys' door, wished him a happy birthday, and told him he was a wizard. As if that wasn't enough to make the eleven-year-old's head spin, the same man had revealed to him an amazing world that one could only find in a child's dreams.
When he was a baby, he had been orphaned when his parents were killed. He had been left with his only remaining family— the Dursleys. Harry had grown up in a house that had taught him that he was to be silent, obedient, and, above all, that he was nothing. For his entire conscious life, despite living in his aunt's house, Harry had been terribly and completely alone.
Even now, as he pushed his cart through the bustling train station, Harry felt the familiar sense of isolation following him like a dark cloud. He passed the sign for platform nine and looked ahead to the similar one for platform ten. Puzzled, he turned sharply and looked again at the sign behind him. There was no "Platform 9 ¾." Harry gave a resigned sigh. I should have known it was too good to be true, he thought. Hoping that there was a chance that he was mistaken, Harry waved one of the employees of the station over.
"How may I help you, young man?", he asked.
"I was hoping you could tell me where I might find Platform 9 ¾," Harry replied.
The man gave a perplexed expression. "There is no Platform 9 ¾," he chuckled.
Harry looked down at the floor, mumbled a "thanks" and found his way to a bench, off to the side. Of course there's no Platform 9 ¾, he thought. This is probably just another one of Dudley's pranks. Harry's eyes began to fill with tears.
"Are you alright, dear?", a woman's voice said. Harry looked up, wiping at his eyes.
"Fine, thanks," he replied, half of him hoping that she would accept his answer and leave and the other half wishing that she would stay.
"Are you, by chance, looking for Platform 9 ¾?", she asked. Harry inhaled sharply, debating whether the woman was serious.
"How did you know?", he asked, suspicious.
"You have a cart with a trunk and an owl in a cage," she replied. "Not many regular children push around such luggage." Harry smiled slightly at this comment, still making no move to stand. "It's just this way, Ronald here is starting at Hogwarts too." At this, Harry glanced at the red-haired boy standing next to the woman. He grinned and Harry stood up, following the woman and walking next to the boy.
"You can just call me Ron," he said, shaking his head. "My brothers are starting their third year." Ron gestured to two identical red-haired boys behind them, currently swerving their carts into each other.
At this point, the group was standing in front of the wall in between Platforms 9 and 10. Harry was surprised when the twins pushed their way to the front and ran directly at the wall, but he was shocked when they disappeared into it. He looked to the woman in disbelief.
"Go on," she said reassuringly. "Just run as fast as you can." Harry nodded, still too amazed to speak, and took a deep breath before running at the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut just before he made impact, or rather, just before he would have made impact, reopening them when he didn't crash.
Harry's jaw dropped. The Platform was crowded with children of all ages and their tearful parents. Catching sight of the train Harry moved nearer to it. It gleamed red and black, the words "Hogwarts Express" painted in beautiful gold lettering on its engine. Harry felt someone tap his shoulder and looked behind him to see Ron and his mother.
They walked to one of the cars and Ron hugged his mother goodbye. She reminded him to write, but somehow Harry assumed that he would likely forget. He waved to the kind woman and boarded the train after Ron, following him through the car until they came to an empty compartment.
A/N: Ok it's kinda late, so I'm going to pause here. Don't worry, if you guys like it so far, I'll write the next chapter. I know that it's really similar to the actual story, but it's about to take a huge turn, so stay tuned. As always, have an adequate day. Wondrously Bookish