September 1st
Kings Cross station, London
Platform 9 ¾Jason pushed his trolley through the crowded platform. Who would have thought that running through a brick wall would result in a scene like this? He couldn't keep his eyes off of the magnificent train, a scarlet caterpillar ready to take him to his future. He stared in awe at wands, brooms, floating luggage! Until now he hadn't completely believed that he was actually getting away from the harsh orphanage and actually going to live in a castle in the countryside…it couldn't be true, these sorts of things didn't happen to people like him. Getting caught in the middle of shoplifting happened to people like him, not being sent away to magic school. He kept waiting to wake up in his musty old bed back in the orphanage.
He continued to find his way through the crowd, feeling strangely small and unnoticeable sort of…unknown. He liked it. Back home he had always been the weird loner kid, but here no body knew him. A fresh start perhaps?
"Board the train! Board the train! Get on the flippin' thing ye little vermin!"
A grouchy haggy voice boomed out from a short man waving a bell, a pointy blonde boy nearby sneered at disgust at the man. The boy turned, his eyes met with Jason's. They glared at each other for a fraction of a second, the boys piercing blue eyes narrowed before he averted his them and shook his head at the ugly man again, as if thinking about all the scum he had to associate with.
Jason sighed, he seemed to have already made an enemy, and he hadn't even made it to school yet. Oh well, what else was new?
He turned to take his suitcase off his trolley, and was surprised to find a rather out of breath toad staring back at him. Mouth opened in surprise, he reached out a hand to grab the toad- just as it leaped through the air in an amazing feat right smack onto his head.
"Trevor!" A shrill cry met Jason's ears just before another boy ploughed straight into him.
"Bloody heck!" Jason gasped; the wind had been knocked right out of him.
"Sorry…" the boy rolled off him and sat up "Did you see where he went?"
"Who?"
"My Toad!"
Jason pulled himself off the ground "sorry, I sort of lost track of him while you were tackling me" he offered a hand to the fallen boy, who took it and heaved himself off the ground and blushed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you. I was just trying to get my frog-"
"Toad"
"Yes that. I mean him. My name's Neville by the way, Neville Longbottom"
"Oh, good to know" Jason shook Neville's hand hesitantly. He seemed to be waiting for something.
"Oh right, I'm Jason"
Neville's red face broke into a smile "Jason, I'll try to remember that. I should go find Trevor I guess, see you at school!"
The boy jogged off in search of his runaway pet.
One enemy, one friend. Not bad for a first day.
Jason grabbed his suitcase and fought his way to the train steps. He found an empty compartment and sat down, thinking of what was to come.
A few minutes later a boy with dark hair and round glasses poked his head around the door and asked if he could sit down. Soon after that a boy with flaming hair joined them, he seemed rather excited to meet the dark haired lad with the mysterious lightening bolt scar on his head. What was his name? Right, Harry Potter.
And to everyone, he would be Jason Storm the normal kid. No one needed to know about the orphanage.
Jason smiled into his hand and watched as he left London behind, this time he did look back. But only to give a mental finger.