Hermione's clammy hands tightened around her trolley, bracing herself for what was to come. Her parents had decided not to come onto the station with her, saying that they wouldn't know what to say if one of the other wizard families struck a conversation with them, they wouldn't know how to respond.
Hermione told them it was fine, but really, she wanted a proper send-off.
She had watched platform nine and ten for five minutes, struggling to work out how to get onto the platform until a slim, blonde boy with a sharp nose and a towering father ran through the brick wall in front of her. She was taken aback by this weird behaviour but shrugged it off. Her parents on the other hand, stood frozen looking shocked.
"Hermione, dear" her mother breathed "Do you really have to go through the-the wall?" Mrs. Granger was shaking, and Mr. Granger looked as if he might faint but pasted on his best fake smile.
Hermione knew for certain that she did so she gave her mother a curt nod before taking a deep breath in.
"Bye mum, dad. See you at Christmas?" she asked, but all she wanted to do now was get on the train.
"Of course you will" Her father replied and Hermione turned back and faced the wall and muttered to herself "here I go" before charging into the wall as fast as her pale legs would go.
Somehow, and she didn't remember how, but she landed on a rather normal station that was labelled Platform Nine and Three-Quarters with gold letters.
Although, many people where dressed in long robes and funny hats, and Hermione knew that she was at the right place. She rolled her trolley up to the train that stood at the platform before trying and failing to push it onto the carriage.
"Need some help?" A voice behind her asked and she twisted to see a tall, brown haired boy that flickered a sudden interest in Hermione. He didn't look strange at all, just like all the boys she used to go to school with, except for he was a few years older. She sighed silently and nodded, showing a gap-tooth smile.
"I'm Oliver" he said, heaving the trolley up, his face taking on a reddish tint "Oliver Wood, I'm a fifth-year, Gryffindor Quidditch captain" Hermione was glad for the research she had done, if not, she would not have known about the four houses, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Or about Quidditch, for that matter.
"I'm Hermione Granger" She said, in a hushed voice. He was finally able to get her truck loaded before she stepped on.
"Thank-you!" She called to him as he waved and went to sit in another cabin.
Hermione's truck was taken by the Hogwarts Express's staff and she went to take her seat. She found a cabin almost empty, apart from one, rather plump boy with freckle's to spear and a toad in his hand.
"Can I sit here?" She asked and he gave a nervous nod before returning to stare out the window. That's when she saw him, he was unmistakeable.
He was coming out from the wall, carrying a snowy-owl and wearing circular glasses that where tapped together with sellotape. That's him, she thought a toothy grin spreading across her face, that's Harry Potter.