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Child of the element
The philosophers stone
Chapter 3
It was the day that we would leave Lily woke us up at 6:30. Harry, Megan and me were half asleep when we eat or breakfast and went in the car. We reached King's Cross at 7:45 and went or way platform 9 en 10. When I look at my ticket the number said 9 ¾. I look around bud couldn't find it.
"Where is the platform." I ask
"Don't worry we are almost dare. Oh James this is so exiting he finally goes to Hogwarts." Lily said and I could see that she was more excited that Harry go on the train than he is.
"Lily we are not going we just going to say till Christmas. If they wane come home." James look at me as if he was hoping that I was come to. After or first meeting we got a lot closer. He was the first man I got closed with and I must say I really like those 3 idiots. Harry is still a kid.
"We are here Harry you go first with James and then Anne followed by Emma and me." We nod our head. Harry and James run to toward platforms nine and ten. I watched, careful not to blink in case I missed it but just as they reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms and then they were vanished."
"What happens." I ask I look up to Lily
"Oh I forgot to tell you. The wall is not real you can walk through it to the platform. Now walk toward the platform where Harry and James left and you will go too." I nod and walk to the platform. When I was past the barrier and look around. A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform with a few people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 O'clock. I look around and saw Harry and James and walk to them. A few minutes later Lily and Emma came and we went to find a empty compartment. It was not difficult because we were hear so early.
"why are we so early here?" I sign and sat down.
"Because we try to avoid photographers." I sign this will take a while till we leave. Harry left to say goodbye to his parents and I stay in the compartment.
When It was closed to 11 the platform was full I saw a few photographers. Harry lowered so that they could not see him and I was smiling at him. When the train finally left the door of the compartment slid open and a red-haired boy came in.
"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat next Harry. "Everywhere else is full."
Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. I saw he had a black mark on his nose.
"Hey, Ron." Came from two Red-haired twins. "Listen, we're going down the middle of the train. Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron.
"Oh he " said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."
"Bye," said we. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
"How are you?" Ron sad out.
"Anne Grace. Nice to meet you."
"Harry Potter" Ron look at him.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out. I rolled my eyes we just introduce ourselves. Harry nodded. "Oh" said Ron. "And have you really got you know..." He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar.
Ron stared. "So that's where You-Know-Who…"
Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it. only what my parents told me about."
"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly.
"Well- I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."
"Wow," said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
"Are all your family wizards?" I ask, I found Ron just as interesting as Ron found Harry.
"Er Yes, I think so," said Ron looking at me. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."
"So you must know loads of magic already. Do you have more brothers that does two." I pointed at the door where the twins disappear.
"Five," said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left. Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat." Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat grey rat, which was asleep. "His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff.. I mean, I got Scabbers instead."
Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window. I took my book from my bag and started to read some more. The boys change their conversation to Quidditch. Some time it was quiet when the boys look outside to the landscape passing by.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said "Anything off the cart, dears?"
Harry, who hadn't much off any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. Harry went out into the corridor. She have Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things I had never seen in his life. Harry saw me looking and not wanting to miss anything, he got some of everything and paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.
Ron stared as Harry brought it all back in to the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat next to me.
"Hungry, are you?" I said
"Starving," said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty. I took one to and try to eat it. it was great.
Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef."
"Swap you for one of these," said Harry, holding up a pasty. "Go on "
"You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron. "She hasn't got much time," he added quickly, "you know, with five of us."
"Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, It was a nice seeing how they change it, sitting there watching Ron and Harry, eating their way through all Harry's pasties, cakes, and candies the sandwiches lay forgotten.
"What are these?" I asked, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?" I was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him.
"No," said Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa."
"What?"
"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside them, you know, to collect - famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy."
I unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half- moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and moustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore. "So this is Dumbledore!" I said.
"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!" said Ron. "Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa – thanks" I turned over his card and read:
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling. I turned the card back over and saw, to my astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared.
"He's gone!"
"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day," said Ron. "He'll be back. No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her. Do you want it? You can start collecting."
Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
"Help yourself," said Harry. "
I stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Harry and Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards. Soon I had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin. I was really interested in Circe because of the Greek myth.
I finally tore my eyes away from the Circe and open a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
"You want to be careful with those," Harry warned me. "When they say every flavour, they mean every flavour you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. Padfood reckons he had a booger flavoured one once."
Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. "Bleaaargh - see? Sprouts."
We had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end of a funny grey one Ron wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper. I eat all of them bud I agree some just taste weird. The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy came in. He looked tearful. "Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?" When we shook our heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"He'll turn up," said Harry.
"Yes," said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..." He left.
"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk." The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap. I shake my head at that. "He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference," said Ron in disgust. "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look..." He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end. "Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway…"
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. She had bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
"We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."
She sat down she sat next to me. Ron looked taken aback.
"Er all right." He cleared his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." I laugh at that if that is a spell than this will be lot easier that I thought. He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed grey and fast asleep.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard, I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" She said all this very fast. Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn't learned all the course books by heart either.
"Anne Grace nice to meet you Hermoine." I look at the boys.
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.
"Harry Potter," said Harry.
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century." I sign really can she not see that you should say such a thing to a eleven year old. "Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." And she left, taking the Neville with her.
"Stupid spell -George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a fake." said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk.
"You know, I think the ends of Scabbers' whiskers are a bit lighter," said Harry, I snort at that, trying to cheer him up. "So what do your oldest brothers do now that they've left, anyway?"
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," said Ron. "Did you hear about Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, someone tried to rob a high security vault." I took my book to read more.
the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville, or Hermione Granger this time. Three boys entered, and I recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. I was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger bud I just laught at him. Draco Malfoy looked at us. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford. And you" looking right at me. "Are probable a mudblood." I growl at him bud he turned back to Harry. I "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." I rolled my eyes his parent already told us to stay away from the Malfoy family. "I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. Then turn around and left.
"Let's go get dressed before we rich our destination." I stud op took my rob and whent to a place to get dressed. When I return they were also dress and in a talk about the Malfoy family. I sign and sit down. A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately." My stomach lurched with nerves and the boys, I saw, looked pale. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. I shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students. "First years! First years over here!" said a big man he had hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. "Come, follow me, anymore first years? Mind your step, now! First years follow me!" Slipping and stumbling, we followed him down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. "We all get your first sight of Hogwarts in a sec," Man called over his shoulder, "just around this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!" The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more than four to a boat!" Man called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry, Ron and I shared a boot. "Everyone in?" shouted man, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!" And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over us as we sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled man as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until we reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. "Oi, you there! Is this your toad?" the man said, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after man's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door. "Everyone here? You there, still got your toad?" the man raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door."
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