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"Night, Hermi." With that, I put my wand back on my nightstand, and I went to sleep.
The next four days just flew by. Hermione was constantly looking up spells and practicing the simplest ones. Before long, we mastered the very basic spells.
Let me tell you, it's harder than they make it look like. Half the time the spell didn't work at all, and the other half the spell did something wrong.
Before we knew it, it was September first. As we made our way through King's Cross, Hermione brought something up.
"Where's the platform?" she asked. "There's nine," she pointed at the aforementioned platform, "and there's ten, but no nine and three quarters."
"Perhaps you read the ticket wrong?" Mum suggested as she looked for the platform.
"No, I read it right," Hermione held out the ticket to Mum, "see? It says right there 'platform nine and three quarters at eleven'."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. 10:50. Not enough time to let them keep pondering.
"I think we have to go through the barrier." I spoke up. Mum and Hermione looked at me.
"Why do you think that?" Mum asked. A flash of panic swept through me.
"I, uh, heard some people talking about it." I glanced at Hermione, silently pleading with her to follow my lead. Thankfully, she got the hint.
"Yeah, Mum, I think I heard them too. We may as well try, because we don't have much time left."
Mum looked at the two of us suspiciously, but nodded all the same. As we approached the barrier, I shifted so I was next to Hermione.
"I'll go first, since I know how it works." I hissed just loud enough for her to hear me. "Trust me on this; just make sure you build up some speed." Hermione gave me a small nod.
"Well, here's the barrier. I don't see how you can go through it, though." Mum said. I grinned.
"Like this." I replied, my American accent leaking through. With that, I brought my trolley around and ran at the barrier. I closed my eyes a second before I would have hit a solid wall, but I never felt an impact. I pulled my trolley to a stop and opened my eyes.
Right in front of me was a huge scarlet train with the words Hogwarts Express on the side in gold. There were at least a hundred people around me, some in robes, some in jeans and a t-shirt. I heard a faint whoosh next to me and suddenly Hermione was there.
"Bloody hell…" she whispered. There was another whoosh and then Mum was there as well. We all looked around in awe, but we recovered quickly once we heard the warning whistle of the train.
We stowed our luggage on the train quickly and rushed back out to Mum.
"I expect you both back for the holidays." She said as she gave us each a hug.
"Yes, Mum." We answered in unison as we hugged her back.
"Now hurry and get on the train. And don't forget to send letters once you get there!" Mum shooed us onto the train just as the leaving whistle blew. We barely made it on the train before it started moving. Hermione turned to me.
"Well, let's find a place to sit." She said.
"We'll have to split up, since all the cars have people in them. I'll head this way." I said, moving towards the back. Hermione nodded and went in the opposite direction.
Making sure my wand was still in my jacket pocket, I went to the overhead compartment that had my trunk. I grabbed a set of my robes and went into a nearby bathroom to change into them. Stashing my Muggle clothes away in my trunk again and searched for a place to sit.
I poked my head into a nearby compartment that had most of the seats filled.
"Excuse me," I said timidly, "but is it alright if I sit in this compartment? Everywhere else is full." That's when I got a good look at the people in the room.
Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson were in the compartment, as well as a few others that I didn't know. I was suddenly glad I had decided to change into my robes.
"I guess. I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco said. Pansy sniffed haughtily. I slipped into the compartment and closed the door quietly.
"My name is Arietta. Thank you for letting me sit in your compartment." I replied quietly, trying to fight off my inferiority complex.
"This is Pansy," Draco pointed at said girl, "Vincent, Gregory," he gestured to his 'bodyguards', "Millicent," he pointed at a rather plain girl across from me, "Blaise," he pointed to the boy next to Millicent, "and Marcus." he pointed to a rather large teen in the corner, who had to be at least sixteen. "Marcus is the Slytherin Quiddich Captain. I assume you know about Quiddich?" Draco asked. I nodded. I recognized all of the names he gave me, so I knew that all these people would be (or were, in Flint's case) Slytherins.
"So, what House do you think you'll be in?" Millicent asked. This startled me a bit, since the books always depicted Slytherins to be selfish and rude. Millicent only sounded curious.
"Honestly? I don't know. I know my sister will be in Gryffindor, no doubt about that, though." I said. (AN: hey, I'm a Slytherin, and damn proud of it!) "What about you?"
"I'm a Slytherin sixth year." Marcus answered.
"My whole family's been in Slytherin, so I will be." Draco answered. Crabbe and Goyle gave matching mumbles of "Slytherin," and I got the same answer from everyone else.
We talked for a while, and when the snack trolley came around, Draco bought us all some sort of candy (I asked for chocolate frogs for the sake of the chocolate). It wasn't long after that that the train started to slow down.
Soon, the train stopped completely, and Marcus told us that that was the sign that we could get off the train. I followed them all out, closing the door behind me.
When we stepped off the train, it was dark, and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light from the lanterns. I opened my mouth to ask where we had to go, but I never got the chance to speak.
"FIRS' YEARS! FIRS' YEARS, THIS WAY!" a gruff voice bellowed. The voice said something in a lower voice, but I couldn't make it out. I knew what he said anyways.
Grinning in relief, I followed the voice, and the huge dark figure that loomed over everyone else, to the edge of the lake, where about a dozen small boats were waiting.
"No more'n four to a boat!" the voice, who I saw was Hagrid, instructed.
I looked around, and spotted an empty boat. I hurried over and got in. I watched as three other kids, two girls (one of them a black girl who I assumed was Lavender Brown and the other a blonde girl with her hair in pigtails who I thought was Hanna Abbot) and a boy, got into my boat. I grinned at them and they returned it with wavering smiles of their own.
"Everyone all set? All righ' then!" Hagrid's voice called out. I felt a sharp jerks and all of a sudden, the boat was moving smoothly across the dark surface of the water. The boats made their way up to the other end of the lake. All around me, I could hear murmurs and whispers of awe, and for once, I was in complete agreement with everyone.
"Oh WOW…" I breathed, looking at the glittering lights in the many windows of the castle. There was a slight bump as the boats hit the shore and everyone stumbled out of the boats, still staring at the castle. The front doors opened and a stern-looking woman in green robes with her hair pulled back in a tight bun looked out at us. I knew without a doubt that this was Professor McGonagall.
"Thank you, Hagrid." She said to the half-giant. "Now, if you would please follow me, the Sorting will begin shortly." With that, she turned away from us and began walking into the entrance hall. We all followed her hesitantly. She led us into a smaller chamber where she stopped again.
"You will wait here until I come back for you. You will wait until your name is called to be Sorted, and then you will join your new House at their table." With that, Professor McGonagall swept out of the room into what I could only assume was the Great Hall.
As we waited, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. A sudden crash and several screams told me what it was.
"Hahaha! Ickle Firsties, what fun!" an insane voice cackled. I jumped at the crash, and looked upwards as my hand flew to my chest to calm my racing heart. Peeves. That's what I was forgetting. I looked up to see a little man floating upside down above us, holding a bundle of umbrellas and canes. He was wearing orange pants and a lime green jacket, and he had an insane gleam in his eyes. I zoomed above the center of the group and dropped what he was holding. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of the group. I put up my arms to protect myself.
"PEEVES! DON'T MAKE ME GET THE BLOODY BARON!" McGonagall's voice rang out. Peeves cackled again, made a rude noise, and vanished with a soft pop. McGonagall looked at the group. "You may follow me into the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony." She said. Thoroughly shaken, we all followed her in, some of us shaking more than others.
Somehow, we managed for form an almost-single-file line. I looked up to the front of the Hall and saw the stool and the Sorting Hat. Professor McGonagall unrolled a scroll of parchment and began to call names.
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