Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only own the plot! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! I'm so excited!!!!!!!! i just finished the seventh book on...JULY 23!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! now i'm sad cause theres no more harry potter books commin out...o well i can always read them over again...eighth time's the charm!
Chapter 1
A young man steps into the crowded train station, his black hair looks wind swept. His green eyes are hidden beneath thick, round glasses, and his red t-shirt is tucked into a pair of beige pants.
He takes a firm grasp on the luggage trolley in front of him, which holds a large brown trunk, with the initials H.P.
He walks down the platform with long strides, never turning his head. He walks past platform 9 and a little past halfway between platforms 9 and 10, he stops. He leans against a pillar, grasping the luggage trolley with firm fingers. He looks casually about the station, and nods to a security guard, who nods back.
When the security guard passes him, he leans deeply into the pillar and stumbles into a hidden platform. Above him a sign reads 'Platform 9 ¾'.
The station is full of families of all sizes, wishing their children a good year. A red train is parked in the platform, puffing out clouds of thick grey smoke. Along the side of the train, the words 'Hogwarts Express' is bolded with golden letters.
The young man sighs, and starts towards the train. As he walks past the families, the children point at his forehead while the parents scold them for pointing, although they too are staring. The young man rolls his eyes, as two girls squeal and point at him.
He walks casually up to one of the doors and heaves his trunk off of the trolley and up into the train. As he turns to grab something off the trolley, a little boy stops him. He looks to be about six. The little boy looks up at the man with admiration in his hazel eyes.
"Excuse me, Mr. Harry Potter." He begins. Harry smiles weakly down at him. The little boy holds out a piece of parchment and a feathered quill. "May I have an auto…autio…?" The little boy holds out the piece of parchment closer to Harry.
"Would you like an autograph?" The little boy beams up at him, as Harry takes the parchment and quill. He bends down on one knee, so he can talk to the boy easier. The boy blushes a fierce red as Harry looks at him.
"What's your name?" He asks softly, as he begins to write his name on the napkin.
"James." He says shyly, every now and again glancing at Harry. He absentmindedly sweeps his hand through his red hair, causing Harry to smile. He had seen his own father do that very same action almost two years ago, in Dumbledore's pensieve.
"That's my father's name." Harry says softly. The little boy looks at him, his eyes shining.
"Really?" Harry chuckles softly.
"Yes." Harry looks over the boy's head, and sees a family of three watching him. "Is that you're father?" James turns around to see what Harry's talking about.
A tall man with red hair beams at the little boy. He has an arm around a woman, who's almost as tall as him, with brown hair wrapped into a neat bun.
A little girl has her arms wrapped around the woman's legs. Her brown hair is pulled up into pigtails. She watches Harry and James with her mouth hanging open. She tugs excitedly on the woman's dress, talking to her, yet never taking her eyes off of Harry.
"Yes." James says, proudly.
"And is that your sister and mother?" James turns around to face Harry.
"Yes."
"Would your sister like an autograph too?" Harry asks, as he gives James the signed parchment.
"Erm…"Harry hands him back the quill and stands up.
"Would you like to ask her?" James nods his head yes. "Go on, I'll wait right here." Harry chuckles to himself as James runs over to his sister. James talks excitedly to his father and mother, waving the piece of parchment in the air.
James tells his father something, and the tall man laughs as he gropes inside of his cloak for something. He hands a piece of parchment to James, who then drags his sister out of hiding.
James runs towards Harry, with his sister stumbling behind him. The girl looks up at Harry shyly, with dark blue eyes. She looks to be about four years old. He smiles down at her, and drops to one knee. The girl gives a squeak and hides behind her smiling brother.
James gives Harry a blank piece of parchment.
"Hello, would you like an autograph too?" He asks the little girl. The little girl pokes her head out from behind her brother, staring up at him with curiosity.
She nods her head yes, and disappears behind her brother again.
"What's your name?" He asks. She steps out from behind her brother, and edges closer to Harry.
"Lauren." She whispers. Harry smiles encouragingly at her. She blushes, her cheeks turning a soft pink.
"That's a very pretty name." Her cheeks turn a dark pink at his complement.
Harry finishes writing his name on the parchment, and like he did on James's parchment, he writes:
To my new friend, Lauren.
Harry holds out the parchment for her to take. She grabs the parchment enthusiastically.
"Bye now!" Harry says, ruffling James's red hair, before the two siblings run back to their parents.
Harry watches them hug and talk animatedly to their parents. He sighs, wondering what it would be like to have an actually family. A mother and father who care for you, loves you, and were there when you need them most. He lets his thoughts drift as he watches the family laughing and talking.
The sound of the train's whistle brings his attention back to the present time. He turns, as if to grab something from the trolley. The smile he had been wearing falls from his face.
"Hedwig…"Harry whispers, tears blurring his vision. The train whistles once again, signally that it's leaving the station. Harry jumps into the train just as it starts to pull away from the station.
Someone behind him closes the train's door. Harry drags his trunk down the train's corridor looking into each compartment along the way.
The students inside the compartments wave eagerly at Harry. The pain of loosing Hedwig slowly lessens as his fellow students greet him.
He reaches the end of the train, with only two compartments left. Harry looks into the compartment on the left. The closest person to the door is a blond haired boy, with a pale face.
A female with short black hair, is cuddling into him, every once in a while planting a kiss on his arm or face. Her face is laden with make-up, and she's wearing an outfit that reveals too much skin.
Across from them; a large, young, man is watching them stupidly. He has little eyes that look to be ten times too small for his head. He has his brown hair shaved in a buzz cut.
As Harry stops outside their compartment, they all stop whatever they were doing and stare at him. The black haired girl glances from the blond and Harry, while the stupid looking boy stares at Harry…well…stupidly.
The blond looks at Harry with respect and admiration, as the girl tries to turn his attention back on her. He starts to get up, but the girl pulls him down, and forces him to face her. She cups his face in her hands, and kisses him passionately. He responds eagerly, his hands roaming up and down her spine.
Harry turns away from the sickening sight, to face the last compartment. Four cheerful faces gaze up at him, three young women and a young man.
Harry walks into the compartment and takes a seat beside the red headed young man.
"Hi Ron." Ron smiles dreamily at Harry as he sits down beside him.
"Hello Harry." He pushes his fiery, red hair out of his face.
"Hi Harry!" A young woman greets him, her bushy brown hair, escaping from the bun she had put it in. Her brown eyes show excitement.
"Hello Hermione." He leans forward, so that Ron's form doesn't block his view. She's bounces anxiously in her seat. "Anxious to get back to Hogwarts I see."
"You have no idea." She grins. She strokes an orange cat that's sitting on her lap. Harry opens his mouth, as if to say something, but someone beats him to it.
"What are you two love birds so happy about?" He looks across from him, to see a red headed young woman sitting across from him, her warm brown eyes focusing on Hermione.
"Oh nothing Ginny…" Hermione beams, and refuses to answer any further questions. Ron sits beside her smiling at everyone and everything.
"There's someone at the door." A dreamy voice says, coming from the young woman sitting beside Ginny. She's holding a magazine upside down, in front of her face so that you can only see the top of her head. She has her blonde hair put up into a beehive.
Everyone looks at the door, everyone that is except the blonde haired girl.
A tall figure stands outside the door, his/her one hand rubbing the back of his/her neck. He/she knocks tentatively on the compartment's door with the other hand.
"Come in." Hermione squeaks. The figure slides open the door and steps in, looking around cautiously.
"What are you doing here?" Ron snarls.
Please Review! I had no idea where to stop because I couldv'e gone on for atleast 10 more pages! and i didn't want you guys and gals to get bored with it and give up because it was so long! could you please review! I'm on my knees! BEGGING!!!!!! Now i'm on my nose!!!!!!!!