It seemed like an eternity until September the first, but it had finally come and Harry had even convinced his uncle to drive him to the train station promising he wouldn't see Harry for 9 months.

They reached King's Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon surprised him by dumping Harry's trunk onto a trolley and wheeling it to the station for him, but he figured he was just too excited at having 9 freak-less months. His uncle stopped dead, facing the platform with a nasty grin, "Well, there you are boy, Platform nine – Platform ten, but they don't seem to have yours built yet do they? Have a good term." and left without another word.

What was he going to do now? Hagrid didn't tell him how to get onto the Platform, it must be something like Diagon Alley… Perhaps he should start tapping the bricks with his wand?

That train of thought ended when he saw a dumpy sort of women with red hair ask loudly "Now, what's the platform number?"

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also with red hair who was holding the womans hand. "Mummy can't I go…" she whined

"No Ginevra! Enough asking you can go next year" the mother snapped, "Alright Percy, you first."

The oldest looking boy of the group ran full tilt at the wall with his trolley, Harry wide eyed thinking this family was mad gasped when the boy vanished into the wall.

"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George", said the boy "honestly woman you call yourself our mother."

"Sorry, George, dear."

"M' only jokin', I am Fred" said the boy and rushed forward at the wall, his twin behind him and they were gone too.

She sighed "Come on Ron, Ginny, let's go." And Grabbed the lanky boys trolley for him and they ran into the wall.

There was nothing else for it. He would have to run headfirst into the wall and hope he didn't crash and make a fool of himself. He took a deep breath and with determined eyes ran at the wall repeating in his mind 'don't crash, don't crash, don't crash.'

No impact came. He opened his eyes to a scarlet steam engine waiting on the Platform which was packed with people. A sign overhead read Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock.

The first few carriages on the train were packed with students some hanging out there windows to talk to their families, some fighting over seats.

Harry pressed through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove his trunk into the compartment and tried to heave his trunk up into the compartments ahead but could barely lift one end up.

"Want a hand?" It was the red haired twins he had followed through the wall.

"Yes, please." He said gratefully

"Oi! Fred! C'mere and help me."

With the twins' help he managed to stow it above his head and sat down on the seat panting

"Thanks a lot." And the twins nodded at him

"I'm George, and this is my partner in crime Fred," he introduced

He was about to tell them his name when the dumpy woman from before called them.

It took another 10 minutes for the train to start moving and his excitement increased. It was finally happening he was going to Hogwarts. He briefly wondered where Pansy was, they were supposed to meet up together but was distracted when he heard a voice

"Anyone sitting here?" pointing to the seat opposite to Harry, "Everywhere else is full."

Another red head of course, he just shrugged not really caring

"My names Ron. Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter." At this the boys eyes widened and his jaw was hanging open.

Harry sighed, this was starting to get annoying.

"Blimey! Are you really?"

Harrys eyebrow twitched "No I'm the ruddy Queen of England." He said sarcasticly rolling his eyes

The boy turned red that clashed horribly with his hair "Sorry. Do you have the er… the" and gestured upwards

He raised an eyebrow "The scar? Yes I do…" and pulled his bangs up

His eyes widened again "Blimey that's where You-Know-Who – ? Do you remember anything?" He asked excitedly

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Do I remember the night my mother and father were murdered in their own home not 22 feet from me? Who the hell asks something like that?" he hissed

The boy turned red again, but he didn't want to stay in there with that idiot and he needed to find pansy so he grabbed his trunk and walked down the hallway looking in the compartments for Pansy

He finally found her in the very end compartment sitting alone looking like someone had killed her cat. He slid the door open and she snapped "look Malfoy one more word and I'm going to – " she noticed him "Harry!" jumping up and hugging him and tugging him to sit down beside her.

"I was wondering where you were… I thought you had forgotten we were going to sit together." She said frowning

He rubbed the back of his neck "Sorry, I was in a compartment with some idiot, Wembley or Weasel or something." He apologized and grabbed her hand

She smile shyly back at him but her eyes narrow "Was his name Weasley? Red hair?" she bit out

"Er, yeah… do you er know him?" he hoped she wasn't friends with him

"Yes." She ground out "That damn mother of hers is always going on about my family being Voldemorts number one supporter."

"Well, I think he's an idiot," squeezing her hand "and your dad definitely wasn't a bad man."

She smiled back at him "Thanks Har."

"Har?" he questioned

She blushed a deep red "Sorry, it's just a nickname I mad up, but it's stupid I won't – "

"Pansy, It's fine I like it, but only if I get to call you Pans."

She tested how it sounded on her tongue and decided she liked it and grinned at him

"Alright I like it."

The compartment door slid open again and a pale blond boy and two much bigger boys that looked very mean

"I'm looking for Harry Potter have either of you two seen – Oh… It's you pug face. Not seen Potter have you then? I doubt he would sully himself with your company," he sneered

Harry saw red and leaped up and snarled at him "Don't talk to her like that you stringy little tosser!" clenching his fists

The boy was taken aback but pushed the two larger boys towards him "Teach these two rats a lesson boys." He grinned

He felt his chest tighten and an explosion of light shot from his chest into the three boys. Harrys eyes widened before he felt really weak and slowly faded into black.