2 years later:
Harry was waiting at King's Cross. His uncle had dropped him off three hours early and he couldn't find Patform 9 3/4.
He's wearing his whale of a cousin's hand-me-downs, which, as you've probably guessed, fit him poorly. To any normal eye he looks like your typical poor, 11 year old boy. But in reality he isn't.
He's a Wizard.
Yes, you've read that correctly. A Wizard. A magical wand welding, cauldron stirring, spell casting Wizard. But he didn't really know any spells, not yet at least. And that brings us back to King's Cross, where there's a train that'd take him to Hogwarts School For Witchcraft And Wizardry, where he'll be able to learn how to do magic. If only he could find the bloody platform first.
Harry thought that, obviously, he's not the only magical being in the world (No duh), which means there has to be other Hogwarts students who'd come here to get to the train he could follow, so he decided to wait.
He took out his Hogwarts letter and began re-reading it for what feels like the millionth time, but he still couldn't get over the fact that someone would send him a letter. Talk about self-esteem issues.
Harry, who was standing in front of the column between platforms 9 and 10 all this time, heard something he hadn't heard in two years.
Ba dum... Ba dum... Ba dum...
'That... That heart beat.' He thought. 'But how? The last time I heard it was two years ago when I saw...' His thoughts trailed of. And not for the lack of words, but because he absent-mindedly turned his head towards the source.
And saw her.
He saw what he can only describe as the prettiest girl he ever saw. Not that he ever saw any other pretty girls to compare to, you can thank the Durslys for that.
He saw her before, he knew that. In the market two years ago. But he didn't have time to catch her name. Another point for the Durslys
Her eyes flickered to his hands briefly...
And then her smile light up the entire station.
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Hermione was an normal girl: Bushy hair, brown eyes, normal clothes, magical wand... Wait, what?
Yes, magical wand, and yes, she's a witch. Didn't see that one coming, did you?
And that's why she's at King's Cross, to board the Hogwarts Express and go to the school where she'll learn how to do magic.
Her day couldn't get better, but it could get worse. Her parents were dentists and had an important appointment today that couldn't be canceled, which left our favorite witch to go to the station alone.
She was knocked out of her thoughts when she heard something. Something he thought he'd never hear again.
Ba dum... Ba dum... Ba dum...
'That sound.' She thought. 'That's a heart beat! His heart beat!' She knew, of course, who that heart beat belonged to. She was able to figure it out, even though she couldn't explain how. She decided to do some research once she reaches Hogwarts magical library.
Exited, she quickly began to look for him. She didnt really remember him, she only saw him once and that was two years ago, but one thing about him stood out in her memories.
Bright. Green. Eyes. (I couldn't resist!)
She quickly began scanning people's eyes, and it wasn't long before she found him.
There he was. Standing in front of the column between platforms 9 and 10, holding a letter, and staring right back at her.
Her eyes caught the something on his letter, though. A crest. A Hogwarts crest. Just like the one on her own.
'He's going to Hogwarts, too!'
"Hello!" She said.
"H-Hi." He said back and he immediately cursed himself for stammering. 'Com'on! Get your wits together, make a good first impression!'
"You're going to Hogwarts, aren't you?" She asked pointing at his letter. He was to caught by her eyes that he barely registered what she was saying.
"What...? Oh! Y-Yes, I'm going to Hogwarts. You?" And he immediately wanted to smack himself for that. It so obvious. She wouldn't even know about Hogwarts if she wasn't going.
He expected her to look at him in disgust, to say he's a weirdo, and to leave him to get on the platform. But she did non of those. She giggled. And he almost melted by that heavenly sound.
"Yes, I'm going to Hogwarts, too. Do you want to get on the platform together?" Her smile told him that shed having no problem if he agree or not,but in reality she was hyperventilating. 'Oh please, oh please, oh please say yes. Maybe I could make my first friend!'
"Of course!... Only one problem..." Of course.' She thought. Who would want to join a bushy haired, buck toothed, bossy know-it-a-' "... I don't know how to get on the platform." He finished sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He was sure he blew up his so called 'good' first impression by that.
'That's it? I was almost certain he'd say it's because he didn't want to go with me.' "Well, lucky for you I do. I can show you how to do it."
"Really?"
"Yeah! Professor McGonagll -a professor at Hogwarts- told me how. You just run straight to that wall between platforms 9 and 10, and then, well you're on the platform." He just looked at her with disbelief. "Here, I'll show you." She looked around for several moments -to make sure no Muggle is watching- and then ran with her trolley straight to the wall.
And vanished.
Harry hap to rub his eyes and check his glasses to make sure that he didn't imagine it. 'Did I see what I think I just saw?' and after a minute or two of standing there frozen, he witnessed her head coming ou to f the wall as if it was smock. "Well, what are you waiting for? Com on! The train won't wait for you if you stand there all day!" And her head disappeared again.
'What's going on?' He thought. 'Why am I acting like this? Why do I... Trust her? I barely even know her!' But he can hear her heart beat. Surely that isn't a coincidence, right?
Without even a trace of hesitation, he followed after her to Platform 9 3/4.
And his fate changed forever.
