There was an odd sense of fear when the golden trio waited at Platform 9 ¾ on the 12th of January. Although all of the surviving heros of the final battle were there, all eyes remained steadily on one man in particular, the boy who lived, the chosen one, and now...a father that had kept a secret for 16 years. suddenly, all eyes were moved to look at a pillar of smoke that started pouring out of the tunnel at the far end of the platform, the Hogwarts Express had arrived.
"I think that it was really cool that you got the train to pick us up this year, mate," said a tall red haired man, Harry's best friend since they were first years, "it reminds me of the best day of my life...the day that I met the boy who lived...ooh and the sweets..." the last part was moaned as he slipped into a flashback of the sugary sweets.
"I sure hope that the candy wasnt the only thing you remember about that day, Ronald Weasley!" exclaimed his frizzy haired wife, Hermione Granger as she snapped him out of his flashback and handed him a tissue to wipe the drool that had slipped to his chin.
"it isnt. I destinctly remember a really annoying girl make fun of my spells." This earned a punch in the arm from said annoying girl, Hermione. "oh, did I say annoying, I meant...uh...umm...really smart and talented?"
"nice save, mate," said Harry sarcastically as everybody boarded the train.