Before I knew it, the remainder of summer had flown by and soon it was August 31st- the day before I was set to go to Kings Cross Station. I'd packed all my things, but I couldn't help but begin to feel homesick already- the thought of being away from home until Christmas scared me a little. Though I knew Hermione- I had only spoke to her once- and I didn't know one thing about the Wizarding world, other than what I seen in Diagon Alley and what my Nanny had told me; but she hadn't divulged into it too much because my Mum didn't like all this magic talk in the house. I was nervous to say the least, and I found myself staring at my suitcase which sat by my bedroom door- ready to be packed into the car the following morning.

I stared at the case for a long time, seriously considering getting up and unpacking it of its things and refusing to go. Then I felt the same tingling in my finger tips and I felt calm again- I itched to unpack my wand from its box and perhaps try something but then I remember what McGonagall told me when she came to deliver me my letter- that we weren't allowed to do magic outside of school until we were 17- and it would also mean digging into the bottom of my suitcase. Sighing, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the glow in the dark planets and stars that were stuck onto my ceiling. They were really the only light in my room, other than the thin slither that came from the landing outside but soon I heard the light switch off and the Saturn's and stars glowed eerily in the darkness.

I must have fallen asleep while staring at them because the next thing I knew was that my Dad was telling me it was time to get up. Looking to the alarm clock that sat on my bedside table, I could see the big hand was pointing to the 5 and the little hand was pointing to the 7. I groaned, pulling the covers over my head as my Dad turned my light on so that I'd get up quicker. He joked we would be late- even though it was about an hour's drive to London Kings Cross- before he left to go make me some scrambled eggs for breakfast. I lay under my warm covers for a moment, before I tossed the duvet to the end of my bed and I hopped out of bed. Walking to the window, I saw that it was a pretty ordinary September morning- mist hung in the air and I could barely see the other houses that line my street.

I was beginning to wander what the view from my window would look like at Hogwarts when I heard a knock on my door. Turning, I saw my Nanny holding a box. She smiled "Excited for the big day?"

I nodded as she gestured for me to sit on the edge of my bed with her. I frowned at the box as I responded to her question "A little nervous…"

"Don't worry love, it'll be okay" My Nanny said, smiling warmly. The box in her hands moved slightly, reminding my Nanny of why she was really in my room "Oh! Yes, this is for you. I got it as a present for you-"

She began to say how she hoped I would like it, and that she bought it especially for me and not to tell my parents because they said not to get it but she did anyway, as she handed it to me. The moment it was in my hands, the lid of the box moved slightly and a pair of golden eyes stared out at me from within the darkness. I gasped, knowing exactly what it was before I'd peeled the flaps of the lid back. Inside the box, sat a majestic cat with long ginger fur; I could have sworn that he had spotted fur. The cat blinked at me and began to purr as I scratched it carefully behind one of his very large ears.

"A Cat!" I said, quietly yet excitedly as I pulled the ginger out of his little box

"Actually, he is half Kneazle" My Nanny informed me, pointing to his ears "See how he looks almost like a lion? Kneazles are good pets for Wizards and Witches but I think your parents wouldn't've appreciated a little lion like creature running round the house"

I stopped petting my new friend to give my Nanny a big hug "Thank you!"

She smiled and hugged me tightly back. I inhaled her scent – she smelt like Lavender oil and cigarette smoke- and made sure I would remember it. I turned back to my cat as my Nanny explained that Kneazle-cat hybrids can be quite temperamental but are very clever creatures and can solve problems all by themselves. We paused, ready to shove him back in the box, when we heard movement from downstairs but it was just my Dad calling me to breakfast. Standing, I put him in his box as my Nanny asked me if I had a name for him yet. I shrugged and said that I hadn't thought of one yet.

After breakfast, my Dad, my Mum, My Nanny and I all piled into the car- my new cat friend had been secretly stowed in a box that said "Linen" so that my parents didn't spend an hour arguing rather than driving down to London. I sat in the back, with the box on my lap, as I watched the world speed by. From Countryside, we soon found ourselves turning off the motorway and into the city as we reached the outermost stretches of London. After a good half an hour stuck in traffic as we tried to get into the centre of London, we eventually pulled up to Kings Cross Station and found some parking. My Mum and Dad walked behind me and Nanny, nervous about letting me go off to some school in the Scottish Highlands.

What I was unsure of was how to get onto Platform 9 ¾ itself. Professor McGonagall had not really explained that because she knew my Nanny would be able to show me these things. As far as I was aware, all the platforms at Kings Cross Station were full numbers, there was no halves or quarters or three-quarters. This became very apparent in the first minute of being at the station and I was tempted to pull on my Nanny's coat and ask her where we were going or if we were in the right place but I trusted her. My parents didn't seem to trust her as much, as they began to whisper questions to one another as we made our way to Platforms 9 and 10.

There was no sign between the two which caused more muttering between the two. My Mum was just about to ask my Nanny where the hell she was taking us when suddenly we heard a "Hoot!". Turning, we saw a rather plump boy with short black hair and square glasses walking towards us with his parents and little brothers. On his trolley, was a barn owl, who seemed very displeased that he was locked up in a cage. Other people were staring at the boy and his mother seemed very annoyed at the creature and suggested that the boy not take it with him but the boy just rolled his eyes. When he saw me with my Nanny and parents, he grinned at me as he passed. His mother complained about them letting anyone into Hogwarts these days to which the boy's father said for her to calm down.

We all watched as the family of 5 glanced around, before making a running sprint at the pillar between platforms 9 and 10. I gasped in disbelief as I saw them all disappear, one by one into the brick wall. My parents stared too, but they were the only ones around who seemed to notice that 5 people had just magically run through a wall. My Nanny smiled excitedly, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Time to go," she said.

I nodded, knowing that my Mum and Dad wouldn't be able to come with me onto the platform. I turned to them and hugged them both tightly "Bye….."

"We'll see you at Christmas" my Dad said as he gave me a reassuring squeeze

My mum muttered I love you as she gave me a hug, before I turned back to my Nanny. She smiled "I will be right behind you"

I nodded and turned to the pillar that stood between 9 and 10. I took in a deep breath, glancing round to see if any Muggles had noticed me but they were all oblivious- too busy in getting to places they needed to be. Once the coast was clear, I took off into a running sprint at the brick wall. As I gained more speed, I began to doubt that running full pelt at a wall would somehow transport me to a mysterious platform and that instead I would just crash into the wall and end up in a heap on the floor. Even if I had wanted to stop, the trolley I was pushing me was heavy and I wouldn't be able to stop it in time without the trolley tripping over. I closed my eyes tight as the trolley touched the pillar. There was a whooshing sound- a moment of silence- before I began to hear the hustle and bustle of people and feel the sun against my skin.

Opening my eyes, I was shocked to see that I was no longer stood at Platform 9 and 10 at Kings Cross Station. I was now on a Platform, somewhere in the country, surrounded by fields and hedgerows. In front of me, stood a large red steam engine- puffing smoke out its chimney as it prepared to depart; a hoard of parents and their children lingered around the platform. Some were tearful, others looked excited for their children while their children sheepishly said their goodbyes and board the train. A conductor was shouting that the train would leave in 10 minutes for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I turned as I heard my Nanny arrive on the platform- she smiled at me as we walked down the platform to have my things loaded onto the train by a worker. I couldn't help but notice that she looked sad, but happy at the same time; I wondered if she was just proud that I had been accepted into Hogwarts. Once my things were loaded onto the train- and I had said goodbye to my cat- we both began to meander back down the platform at a leisurely pace. I held onto her hand tightly, wishing that she could come with me and see the world she'd grown up in again. We stopped, around halfway down the platform, and turned to one another.

Kneeling down, my Nanny looked at me tearfully before she threw her arms tightly around me "I am so proud of you"

I was speechless, so just kept quiet and nodded as I hugged her tightly back. I could feel tears forming in my own eyes but I blinked them away.

Pulling out of the hug, my Nanny pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled "Good luck….remember, I will send an owl every fortnight so you can keep in touch"

I nodded "Okay…but you don't have an owl?"

My Nanny winked at me before patting me on the back, making sure my backpack was secured, pushing me gently towards the train "Go on you, the train will leave without you otherwise"

I smiled and hopped onto the train. Other children mingled in the corridor but very few had occupied the compartments that lined the corridor; many waited by the doors so that they could wave goodbye to their families as the train departed. I heard the conductor announce the train was leaving and so I hurried down the corridor to one of the empty compartments. I tossed my backpack on the seat before running to the window just as the train began to move. Pressing my face against it, I scanned the crowd for my Nanny. I saw a familiar hand waving amongst the sea of people and so began to furiously wave back until the platform was out of sight.

Taking a seat by the window, I watched as the countryside sped on by as the train began to gain speed. I couldn't quite believe that I was on my way to Hogwarts.