Two small children stood on Platform 9 3/4. They stood apart from everyone else, taking in the scene in silent awe.
It was a month since Hagrid burst into the cabin by the sea and informed them that they were magical children. In that month, they had managed to purchase their school books, robes and wands from Diagon Alley. The remaining time that they spent waiting to leave for school had been awkward.
"We can finally get you freaks out of our hair!" Aunt Petunia had said to them that morning. Uncle Vernon hadn't been much nicer, literally kicking them out of the back of his car upon arriving at King's Cross.
"And don't bother coming back for holidays!" He'd barked at them before speeding off.
And so these two young children found their way through the train station on their own. At first there had been some confusion over where Platform 9 ¾ was, but after watching other people disappearing through the barrier, they decided to chance it themselves.
Now they found themselves staring at the train, watching parents say their final goodbyes to their children.
The whistle blew for the last call to board. The girl turned to her brother.
"Are you ready, Harry?" she asked.
"Yes, Lora," he responded.
And they boarded the train, just in time.