A/N I do not own Harry Potter. Harry potter belongs to J.K Rowling. I only own Rosemarie Potter and Damon Black. There are going to be minor differences but it is mostly canon. This will start in the philosopher's stone and will go through all seven movies/books. This will be an Oc/Oc pairing and other canon pairings. Please review. You can criticize but please no extreme criticism. Please review and tell me which house you would like Rose to be in.
Rose P.O.V
Chapter Six: The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters
My last month with the Dursleys wasn't bad. Dudley was now so scared of Harry and I he wouldn't stay in the same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't shut Harry and me in our cupboard, force us to do anything, or shout at us – in fact, they didn't speak to us at all. Half terrified, half furious, they acted as though any chair with Harry or me in it were empty. Although this was an improvement in many ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while. I told Harry about us being half-siblings but he didn't care. He still loved me just as I still loved him. I had also got a new complete muggle wardrobe, various muggle exercise machines and I set up my multi-compartment trunk. Additionally, I got some magical dummies and more books to practice dueling.
I kept to my room mostly, with my new puppy for company. I had decided to call him Paddy, a name I could vaguely remember, but had no idea where from. My school books were very interesting. I lay on my bed reading late into the night, with Paddy curled beside me sleeping. It was lucky that Aunt Petunia didn't come in to vacuum anymore, because Paddy kept on stinking up the place. Every night before I went to sleep, I ticked off another day on the piece of paper I had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first. I finally went through the box that had my adoptive mother's name on it and found tons of pictures which I shared with Harry. I also opened up the trunk mum and dad left me and found tons of pictures of both my mothers and my dad, as well as some people who I did not know. I also read about my family history and got some jewelry from both my mom's.
On the last day of August Harry and I thought we'd better speak to our aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day, so we went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on television. We cleared our throats to let them know we were there, and Dudley screamed and ran from the room.
"Er – Uncle Vernon?" Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening. "Er – we need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to – to go to Hogwarts." Uncle Vernon grunted again. "Would it be all right if you gave us a lift?" "Please, Uncle Vernon?" I asked. Grunt. I supposed that meant yes. "Thank you." said Harry. "Thanks, Uncle Vernon" I said. We were about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke. "Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?" Harry and I didn't say anything. "Where is this school, anyway?" "I don't know," said Harry. "I think it's somewhere in Scotland" I said. I pulled the ticket Hagrid had given me out of my pocket. "We just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock," I read. Our aunt and uncle stared.
"Platform what?" "Nine and three-quarters." "Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle Vernon. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters." "It's on our tickets." Harry said. "That means it's real" I pointed out smugly, Damon had been rubbing off on me through the multiple letters we had shared in secret this past month. "Barking," said Uncle Vernon, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you both to King's Cross. We're going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't bother." "Why are you going to London?" Harry asked. "Has it something to do with us? Are you going there to celebrate?" I asked mockingly, yeah Damon really has rubbed off on me. "Taking Dudley to the hospital," growled Uncle Vernon. "Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings."
I woke at five o'clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. I got up and pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top as going in robes did not seem like a good idea, especially around Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia—I'd change on the train. I checked my Hogwarts list yet again to make sure I had everything I needed, and saw that Paddy was shut safely in his traveling cage, and then double checked my trunk and paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up. Two hours later, Harry's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys' car while I had mine in my pocket , Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry while I sat on Harry's other side, and we had set off.
We reached King's Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry's trunk onto a cart and wheeled it into the station for him. I thought this was strangely kind until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face. "Well, there you are, boy, girl. Platform nine – platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?"
He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all. "Have a good term," said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Harry and I turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three of them were laughing. My mouth went rather dry. What on earth were we going to do? Harry was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig. I wasn't attracting as many as I only had Paddy's cage.
I followed Harry as he stopped a passing guard, but was rather thankful he didn't dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry and I couldn't even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though we were being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o'clock while I stood to the side, but the guard said there wasn't one. I doubted there was going to be as the magical world was supposed to be kept secret. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. I was now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, we had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and we had no idea how to do it; we were stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk we could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, a dog and a large owl.
Hagrid must have forgotten to tell us something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. I wondered if we should get out our wands and start tapping the ticket inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten. No, that was a stupid idea. "Harry—" I started.
At that moment a group of people passed just behind us and we caught a few words of what they were saying. "—packed with Muggles, of course –" Harry and I swung round. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry's in front of them – and they had an owl. Heart hammering, we pushed Harry's cart after them. They stopped and so did we, just near enough to hear what they were saying. "Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother. "Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go..." "You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."
What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry and I watched, careful not to blink in case we missed it – but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of them and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.
"Fred, you next," the plump woman said. "I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" "Sorry, George, dear." "Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone – but how had he done it? Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there – and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere. There was nothing else for it.
"Excuse me," Harry said to the plump woman. "Hello, dears," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose. "Yes," said Harry. "The thing is – the thing is, we don't know how to –" "How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Harry and I nodded. "Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron." "Er – okay," said Harry. I watched as he ran and disappeared. I went next. I stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.
I started to walk toward it. People jostled me on their way to platforms nine and ten. I walked more quickly. I was going to smash right into that barrier and then I'd be in trouble – leaning forward slightly, I broke into a heavy run – the barrier was coming nearer and nearer – I wouldn't be able to stop – I was a foot away – I closed my eyes ready for the crash –
It didn't come... I kept on running... I opened my eyes. A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven O'clock. I looked behind me and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, we had done it. I found Harry and started walking with him.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between our legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks. The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart off down the platform with me walking beside him in search of an empty seat. We passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again." "Oh, Neville," we heard the old woman sigh. A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd. "Give us a look, Lee, go on." The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.
We pressed on through the crowd until we found an empty compartment near the end of the train. Harry put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove and heave his trunk toward the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end. I tried to help but I was not very strong.
"Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins we'd followed through the barrier. "Yes, please," Harry panted. "Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!" With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment. "Thanks," said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "Yeah, thanks for helping my brother." I said. "What's that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar. "Blimey," said the other twin. "Are you both" "They are," said the first twin. "Aren't you?" he added to Harry and I. "What?" Harry and I chorused confused."Harry and Rose Potter," chorused the twins. "Oh, them," said Harry. "I mean, yes, we are." "Sorry, he means we are definitely them." I said.
The two boys gawked at us, and I felt my cheeks beginning to turn pink. Then, to my relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open door. "Fred? George? Are you there?" "Coming, Mom." With a last look at Harry and me, the twins hopped off the train. I sat down opposite to Harry, next to the window where, half hidden, I could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying. Their mother had just taken out her handkerchief.
"Ron, you've got something on your nose." The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose. "Mom – geroff" He wriggled free. "Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the twins. "Shut up," said Ron. "Where's Percy?" said their mother. "He's coming now." The oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and I noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it. "Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front; the prefects have got two compartments to themselves –"
"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea." "Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once –" "Or twice –" "A minute –" "All summer –" "Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect."How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said one of the twins. "Because he's a prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term – send me an owl when you get there." She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins. "Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –"
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet." "Great idea though, thanks, Mom." "It's not funny. And look after Ron." "Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us." "Shut up," said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it. "Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" I leaned back quickly so they couldn't see me looking. "You know that black-haired boy and blonde-haired girl who were near us in the station? Know who they are?" "Who?" "Harry and Rose Potter!" I heard the little girl's voice. "Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see them, Mom, eh please..." "You've already seen them, Ginny, and the poor little boy and girl aren't something you goggle at in a zoo. Are they really, Fred? How do you know?" "Asked them. Saw Harry's scar. It's really there - like lightning." "Poor dears - no wonder they were alone, I wondered. They were ever so polite when they asked how to get onto the platform."
"Never mind that, do you think they remember what You-Know-Who looks like?" Their mother suddenly became very stern. "I forbid you to ask them, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though they need reminding of that on their first day at school." "All right, keep your hair on." A whistle sounded."Hurry up!" their mother said, and the three boys clambered onto the train. They leaned out of the window for her to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry. "Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls." "We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat." "George!" "Only joking, Mom." The train began to move. I saw the boys' mother waving and their sister, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, and then she fell back and waved.
I watched the girl and her mother disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window. I felt a great leap of excitement. I didn't know what I was going to but it had to be better than what I was leaving behind. The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in. "Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat beside Harry. "Everywhere else is full." Harry and I shook our heads and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and me and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. I saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
"Hey, Ron." The twins were back. "Listen, we're going down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there." "Right," mumbled Ron. "Harry, Rose," said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then. "Bye," said Harry, Ron and I. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them. "Are you really Harry and Rose Potter?" Ron blurted out. Harry and I nodded. "Oh -well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got – you know..." He pointed at Harry's forehead and my right arm. Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar and I twisted my arm to show the same lightning bolt scar. Ron stared. "So that's where You-Know-Who" "Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it." "Me either" I said.
"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly. "Well – I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else." "Same here, after all we were only fifteen months old when he attacked us." I said. "Wow," said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry and me 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?" asked Harry. "Er – Yes, I think so," said Ron. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him." "That's cool" I said not really all that interested. "So you must know loads of magic already." "I heard you both went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What are they like?" "Horrible -well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."
"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."
That sucks but he will just have to try harder. Everyone is different. He has to be good at something. Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep. Eww. I hate rats with a passion. "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 didn't think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, we'd never had any money in our lives until a month ago, and we told Ron so, all about Harry having to wear Dudley's old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up. "... and until Hagrid told us, we didn't know anything about being a wizard and witch or about our parents or Voldemort" Ron gasped. "What?" said Harry. "You said You-Know-Who's name!" said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought you, of all people –" "It's just a name see, Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort" I said. Ron gasped again and turned pale.
"I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name," said Harry, "I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn... I bet," he added. "I bet I'm the worst in the class." "No you won't be Harry" I said. "You won't be. There's loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough."
While we had been talking, the train had carried us out of London. Now we were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. "Hey, Harry." "Yes" he answered. "I'm going to look for a friend I met in Diagon Alley. Is it okay if I leave Paddy here?" I asked. "Sure, see you in a bit" he said. "Yeah, see you later. Bye Ron, Harry" "Bye" they said.
I exited the compartment and started down the hall. I looked in each compartment trying to find Damon. I finally found him towards the back of the train along with two girls and one other boy. I knocked on the door. "Come in" a feminine voice called. I stepped in to the compartment. "We have not seen a toad" said the dark haired girl. "What?" I said with a questioning tone. Damon looked up from his book and saw me. He put his book beside him and stood up.
"Rosie" he said and hugged me. "Damon" I said back. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I told you I'd find you on the train" I said. "Oh yeah" he said. "Mate", the boy said interrupting us, "Mind introducing us?" he asked. "Oh yeah, Rosie this is Blaise Zambini, Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass" he said. "I'm Rosemarie Potter, but you can just call me Rose or Rosie like this goof ball over her" I said elbowing Damon. "That hurts Rosie, right here" he said pointing to his heart. "I think you'll live" I said. Daphne and Tracey laughed. "You sure know how to handle him. I approve. I'm Daphne, you can just call me Daph" she said and shook my hand. "I'm Tracey, you can just call me Trace" she said and shook my hand. "I'm Blaise and you can just call me Blaise" he said smirking and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you" I said. "Come in, sit down" Damon said.
I sat down next to Daphne. "How about to get to know each other, we can go around the circle and say a few things about ourselves." I said. "Sure" they all agreed. "I'll start" I said. "My name is Rosemarie Lillian Potter, I have a brother named Harry James Potter, I was adopted by Lily Potter, James Potter is my biological father, I am pure blooded, I have a Golden Retriever puppy named Paddy, my favorite colors are pink, blue and emerald green, I love to sing, dance and take pictures and my biological mother's name is Evanna." I said.
"Wow, so you're adopted?" Daph asked. "Yup, but Lily and Evanna were both my mother's so it doesn't even matter, Daph you're next" I said. "Okay, My name is Daphne Alina Greengrass, I have a sister named Astoria Ariana Greengrass, my parents names are Ariana and Cygnus Greengrass, I am pure blooded, I have a purebred cat named Calina, my favourite colors are green, silver and purple, I love to play the piano, write and draw, and I hate spiders."
"Okay I'll go next" said Trace. "My name is Tracey Leonora Davis, I am an only child, my parents names are Christian and Michelle Davis, I am a half-blood, I have a tawny owl named Maia, my favourite colors are green, pale blue and red, I love the beach, to swim and to dance and I hate worms." "Okay I'm next" said Blaise. "My name is Blaise Antonio Zambini, I have had six stepfathers, my father's name was Antonio Zambini, my mother's name is Gianna Zambini, I am pure blooded, I have a night owl named Shadow, my favorite colors are silver and green, I love to read, play Quidditch and swim, and I am Italian."
"Okay, I'll go now. My name is Damon Orion Black. My parent's names were Regulas and Alina Black. My mother was a Greengrass so Daph is my cousin. I am pure blooded, I have an eagle owl named Hermes, my favorite colors are black, blue, green and silver, I love to run, play Quidditch and swim and I hate rats." Damon finished, just in time as 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?"
I walked towards the door and got a pack of Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, a pack of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, a couple Chocolate Frogs, 1 Cauldron Cake and 1 Licorice Wand. I paid the woman four silver sickles and 3 bronze Knuts. Daphne and Tracey got the same as me and Damon and Blaise got a bit of everything.
For a while we sat and ate. While we ate we discussed Hogwarts. "What house do you want to get into?" I asked. "Slytherin or Ravenclaw" replied Daphne and Tracey. Damon and Blaise simply said "Slytherin." "I want to get into Gryffindor, Slytherin or Ravenclaw" I said. I ate one of my chocolate frogs and saw I got Agrippa. By the end I also got Merlin, Morgana, Ptolemy, Circe and Dumbledore. We had fun eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. I got Broccoli, sprout, apple, raspberry, strawberry, bubblegum, cotton candy, cherry, cotton, sunshine, grass, chocolate and peach. I would not try a gray one or a puke green one. Damon nibbled on the gray one which turned out to be pepper and no one would touch the puke green one. 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.
"Oh I can't wait to get to Hogwarts. We'll get to learn all sorts of spells. I read through all my school books just to get a sense of the classes, what about you guys?" "I've read through them" Daph and Trace said. "I've not looked at them" Damon and Blaise said. "We had better put our robes on. I expect we'll be there soon" I said as I looked out the window. It was getting dark. I could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down. "Boys get out" I said. "But, but –" "Out" I demanded pointing at the door. They reluctantly got out. I pulled my trunk from my pocket and un-shrunk it. Tracey, Daphne and I quickly stripped out of our normal clothes and put on the grey pleated skirt, white short sleeve blouse, knee high white socks, a plain black tie, black shoes and a plain black robe. Once we were sorted out house colors would appear on our clothing.
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 as the boys came back in full uniform. With one last look at the compartment we joined the crowd thronging the corridor.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform. I shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! "I have to go find my brother" "okay" they whispered. I quickly found Harry and walked with him "All right there, Harry, Rose?" Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. "C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, we followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that I thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. The boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. "Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here." There was a loud "Oooooh!" The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. 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. I quickly snapped a picture with my camera and then shrunk it and put it away.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry, Ron and I were followed into our boat by a girl with bushy brown hair. "Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, 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 Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; we all bent our heads and the little boats carried us through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. We were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until we reached a kind of underground harbor, where we clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried a round faced boy blissfully, holding out his hands. Then we clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. We walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door. "Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?" Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
A/N Please Read! PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHICH HOUSE ROSE SHOULD GO INTO. THANKS, DIANA.