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Chapter Two: Platform 9 and 3/4
"Mom?" I said, looking around. She and Hagrid just disappeared.
"Clary, let's just go find Platform 9 and 3/4." Harry said, walking toward the platforms.
"We don't have quarter platforms in New York." I said, following Harry.
I saw a family of seven with trolleys, like Harry and I, rushing toward platform nine and ten.
"Come on, Ron. We don't want to be late." The mother said to the smallest boy who was trailing after the rest of the family. I held an arm out to stop Harry from walking any further.
I tilted my head in the family's direction and started pushing my trolley in their direction. Harry followed suit. When the two twins had just pushed their way through a wall, I walked forward. "Mrs? How do we get to Platform 9 and 3/4?" I asked. Harry just appeared from around the bend.
"First year, dears? Not to worry. Ron is a first year too. You just have to walk in between 9 and 10." The woman said gently. I nodded and looked at Ron who also had red hair but a lot milder. He was smiling goofily.
"See you on the other side, Harry." I called as I broke into a run with my trolley. As soon as my trolley would have hit the wall, i got transported into another train station. There was only one train. It was red and black and painted on its side said
"Hogwarts Express". I smiled and unloaded my bags and placed them in the same heap as everyone else. I said goodbye to Coal, the owl, and climbed on the train. Everywhere was full except where two guys and a girl was sitting.
I poked my head in.
"Hey? Can I come in?" I asked. The boy with black hair nodded.
"Alec." He said.
"Isabelle." The girl said
"Jace." The boy with golden hair added.
"I'm Clary." I replied. I sat down and saw Harry and Ron and some other girl with frizzy brown hair pull open the door.
"Enter Jace's lair." Jace snickered. Harry nodded gratefully and came in to sit down. We were all cramped but it was fine.
The whole ride was, really. Between Jace making comments on how much he loved himself and everyone else telling him to shut up, it was really fun.
"I hope we all get sorted into Gryffindor." The girl, Hermione, said wistfully.
"That would be a lot of fun." Alec agreed. Everyone was silent as they watched the castle get bigger. I heard the shuffle of feet as other people were changing into their robes. We had already done that.
I gasped when I saw the full length of the castle.
"Hogwarts, back in the time of the founders, had been about the size of a house. It grew in the meantime with its students but that is what it was at the beginning." Hermione stated. In the whole trip, she had said many facts about the topics they were currently discussing.
When the engine finally stopped, everyone got up. I felt small when compared against Alec or Isabelle or Jace. They were just so tall. And I was tiny. I came up to Jace's shoulder. We walked out of the train and I saw Hagrid in the front of a cluster of first-years. I felt Harry smile beside me. We pushed forward as the older students walked around us and turned a corner and out of our view. I looked up at Hagrid and saw him telling ten first year's to get in a boat. They did and then they rowed across the pond to get to the school. Jace, Alec, Izzy, Ron, Hermione, Harry and I got into the last boat as the last group. We rowed toward the school, following the small lights moving toward Hogwarts in the boats. I put more pressure into the oar and we starting rowing faster. Ron, Hermione and Harry were in the middle staring at the four of us, rowing faster and faster, trying to beat the other boat. We did.
We got out of the boat and trekked for about two minutes until we reached the other first-years. There was a elderly lady who was wearing a dark green pointed hat and robe. She ushered us into the Great Hall, two by two, and Hermione, who was next to me, told me another fact about the lights in the ceiling and how they are charmed to look like the night sky. I nodded.
"Children. Please get ready for the sorting ceremony." The woman said with an authoritative voice. Silence fell over the Great Hall and everyone looked up at her.
"Good. Let us begin with Jeremy Alverson." Professor McGonagall (as I'd heard a couple people around me say) announced. A small boy with brown hair stepped from the crowd and sat down on the stool. Professor McGonagell lifted a black antique hat and placed it over Jeremy's head. I stayed like that for a coupe seconds then a mouth appeared just over the brim of the hat and yelled "Hufflepuff." And with that, the Sorting Ceremony began.
I tuned out most of the things but someone had caught my attention.
It was a boy who was tall and had a big goofy grin on his face. But that didn't get my attention. What did is, well, he wore glitter in his hair. And he'd been sorted into Gryffindor. What was his name again?
Yes. You shall have to guess. Though, if you can read this cross-over, It means you know both books.
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