A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I do have a lot written down, so I can update more often. I'll try to update every couple of days. But thanks for keeping with the story!
We walked through the train station with Hagrid. Harry pushed the cart with our two small trunks and his owl cage stacked on top. I carried my owl's cage and messenger bag. Hagrid looked at his pocket watch and suddenly stopped.
"Blimey, look at the time! Sorry, I'm going have to leave you. Dumbledore will want his… well; he'll want to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in ten minutes. Here's your tickets." Hagrid shoved two tickets into my free hand. "Stick to your tickets! Very important!" He said. I looked down at the tickets.
"Nine and three quarters? There's so such thing, is the-." I looked up and Hagrid was gone. Harry and I exchanged looks before continuing on to look for platform '9 ¾'. Harry paused to ask a Trainmaster for directions, which I knew he wouldn't get.
"It's the same year after year. Packed with muggles." Muggles? I turned towards the voice. It was a red haired woman with five red haired kids following her. I reached over and tapped Harry's shoulder to get his attention.
"Come on. Platform 9 ¾ this way!" The woman told her children. Harry and I smiled a little and then followed them. We watched in amazement as a tall red haired boy ran through the brick wall and disappeared.
"Excuse me, um… How do you…" Harry asked.
"How do you get to the other side? Oh, not to worry dears, its Ron's first time as well!" The woman said, motioning to another red haired boy.
"Now all you have to do is walk straight through the wall between platforms nine and ten. Best to do it at a run if you're nervous." She told us.
"A woman we just met in the train station tells us to run straight at a brick wall. Seems legit." I hadn't realized I'd said it out loud until two of the boys, who were identical twins, laughed.
"I like her!" One of them said.
"Fred, why don't you show them how it's done?" She asked, motioning to the same boy that had spoken before.
"He's not Fred, I am!" The other one protested.
"Sorry, George!" She said.
"I'm only joking; I am Fred!" The first boy told her. Fred ran through the wall and disappeared, laughing. His twin, George, ran through the wall after him.
"You go on ahead." The woman told me. I took a deep breath and then ran through the wall. I stumbled when I hit the other side and someone grabbed my arm to steady me. It was one of the twins.
"Thanks." I said. We moved out of the way as Harry, the red haired by named Ron, the woman and her younger daughter came through one at a time. Ron, Harry, Fred, George and I gave our trunks and cages to a train worker to load onto the train and then went back to the mother and daughter. The younger girl stared at the train and then started to cry.
"I wanna go to Hogwarts!" She complained.
"Don't worry, Ginny; we'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!" One of the twins said as we prepared to load the train. I had a feeling he wasn't entirely kidding. We got onto the train and Harry and I picked out an empty compartment to sit in. It was long enough later that we were in the country side when Ron poked his head in.
"Do you mind? Everywhere else is full."
"Not at all." Harry said. Ron smiled and sat down across from Harry.
"I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley." He told us.
"Harry Potter. This is my sister, Elizabeth."
"So… It's true? I mean do you really have the…the."
"What?"
"Scar?"
"Oh." Harry lifted up his hair to reveal the scar.
"Wicked!" Ron gasped. A trolley came by the compartment, filled with treats.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?"
"No thanks. I'm all set." Ron held up some mushy sandwiches with a frown. Harry and I exchanged a smile. Harry held up a handful of the coins from our vault.
"We'll take the lot!"
Later we were comfortably eating sweets to our hearts content. Ron and I had switched seats and I was lying down on the seat, my chest and stomach covered in wrappers of various candies.
"Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?" Harry asked as he read the label of one of the boxes.
"They mean every flavor! There's chocolate and peppermint and there's also spinach, liver and tripe. George swears he got a boogey flavored one once." Ron told him. Harry very decidedly spit the jellybean he had in his mouth out. He picked up a blue and gold package.
"These aren't real chocolate frogs, are they?" He asked.
"It's only a spell... Besides, it's the card you want. Each pack's got a famous witch of wizard. I got about five hundred myself." Ron told us. Harry opened the chocolate frog box and the chocolate frog hopped out, climbed onto the edge of the partially opened window and jumped out.
"Oh, that's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them…"
"Suicidal chocolate frog… That's new." I said.
"Hey, I got Dumbledore!" Harry said, holding up the card.
"I've got about six of him." Ron told him. Harry looked back down at the card.
"Hey, he's gone!" Harry cried.
"Well, you can't expect him to stick around all day, can you?" The pet rat on his knee squeaked as his head got stock in a jelly bean box.
"This is Scabbers by the way. Pitiful, isn't he?" Harry shrugged and I both shrugged, being more polite than honest.
"Just a little bit." Harry admitted.
"Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Wanna see?"
"Yeah!" Harry said excitedly. Ron took out his wand and cleared his throat. Just then a girl with bushy brown hair appeared in the doorway.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one." We all shook our head. Then the girl saw Ron's wand.
"Oh, are you doing a spell? Let's see then."
"Ahem. Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this fat rat yellow!" He said. Nothing happened.
"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, now is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself and they've all worked for me. For example." She walked in and sat down at my feet, pointing her wand at Harry. He tensed.
"Oculus Reparo." The noseband of Harry's glasses, which had long since been too battered to hold up without a strip of tape, fixed itself and the tape disappeared. He took them off, amazed.
"Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter! And you must be Elizabeth Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And… you are?" The girl asked Ron.
"Ron Weasley." He said with a full mouth.
"Pleasure." She said in a 'not a pleasure' sort of way.
"You guys better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." Hermione said. She got up and started to leave, but then turned back to Ron.
"You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Just there." Ron scratched his nose, embarrassed. She left. I looked at Ron and Harry.
"All who liked that girl raise your hand." No hand was raised.