Chapter 2

Journey to Platform

Nine and Three-Quarters

"Get up Arabella, my soon to be Slytherine daughter," my father shouted from downstairs. I had actually already been awake for a while and was just waiting for that so I could get ready without disturbing him. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom (I have my own one up here in my tower.) and did all the stuff to get ready. About half and hour later I was dragging my trunk downstairs and it slipped. I managed to grab one of the handles so it only slipped a few feet, but it made a really big noise. My father came storming up the stairs.

"Give me that idiotic trunk, don't try to drag yourself, your nothing but a pathetic weakling," he shouts while grabbing trunk from me. It may seem like he's being mean, but I believe that's actual the nicest thing he's ever done for me. And I do believe that's the farthest he's ever come up these stairs. (He does the Imperius curse from the bottom.) I wonder why. We go out to the car in silence, and stash my trunk in the trunk of the car.

"It's really idiotic how we have to go by train from a muggle platform instead of by something decent like flu powder. It's probably just all those muggle borns can go. Which they shouldn't even be allowed to, if Hogwarts was still a respectable school. I would rather you went a school for the Dark Arts like Drumstang but it would have looked bad in front of the Ministry and we don't want them getting suspicious." My father said as we got in the car and drove off. By this point I was only half listening while looking out the window and dreaming about Hogwarts. ""Hopefully, " My father continued, " your pure bloodedness will be enough to get you into the only decent and respectable house SLYTHERIN. That is if your idiotic Dumbledore weakling ways don't get in the way. Remember silly child, there is no good or bad only power." My Father said rather fondly. About here I completely stopped listening because I knew he was just going to ramble on about power and the Dark Lord so I just gazed out the window. I wasn't too worried about what he was saying now; it was what he said before that worried me. I couldn't possible become a Slytherin. I mean they all wanted power and weren't afraid to be mean to other people. I'm practically pushover I can't even squash bugs. I even will move out of shade so that ants can be in there whole in peace. How on earth could be come a Slytherin. I suppose he wouldn't be to made if I were in Ravenclaw, he wouldn't get to mad. I just hope I'm not in Hufflepuff, He thinks it's the worst because all the people there are honest and good and he has basically the opposite principles. But he might just get madder if I were put in Gryffindor sense it's Slytherin's longtime rival. Finally we reached the station. Just a few more minuets with the suppresser and then I'm free for a year!

We pulled into the station and parked with my father grumbling about "muggle transportation." He went a round to the back and got my trunk out from the trunk of the car.

"Thanks" I said softly as he gave it to me.

"Well, go get a trolley," he said in a slightly less gruff way then I was used to. I rushed off and when I got back he was holding (of all things) a cat.

"It's a gift. I wanted it to be a Slytherin gift but it's probably not such a great idea to send it by owl, so I had to make it a Hogwarts gift and just hope that you got into Slytherin. By the way it's a boy," e said while presenting me with a tabby.

"He is so pretty," I exclaimed pulling the tabby into my arms. "What's his name?"

"It's up to you," he said while I cuddled the cat. "Here's his basket," He said while giving me a basket that had a cage top. "Come on let's go put him and get on the platform," he said as I put him in. We put the trunk on the trolley and the Tabby. We walked towards the barrier and then we were through. Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, oh how long I've longed to see those words.

My father helped me get my trunk all situated in an empty compartment. Then left with a gruff good bye. I looked at the cat again. He had varying shades of orange and brown colored fur. His entire face was light orange. Sunhead. I laughed to myself, what an awful name.

"Hmmmm, what to name him," I thought out load. I looked at him and he twitched his noise. "Independence," I softly " Now that's a good name for a good cat. And his nickname can be…" suddenly he escaped from the cage and leaped down to the floor. " DENNY" I shouted. He turned and looked back at me. "Well I guess that's your nickname now. Come here Denny," I said and he obediently leaped into my lap. I scratched behind Denny's ears and thought, 'Well off to Hogwarts where anything can happen.'

Sorry it took so long, but the story just wasn't uploading. The chapter was ready Wednesday night but it didn't upload until now. And don't worry; the actual train ride will be in chapter 3. And does any one know how much older than Ron Charlie and Bill are? Now you know what to do, Review!