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After their visit to Diagon Alley, life with the Dursleys was not quite the same anymore. Dudley was so scared of them after the incident in the cabin, that he refused to stay in the same room and even stopped tormenting Harry. While this was certainly an improvement, their aunt and uncle had apparently decided to treat them like air. Even Valerie, who was used to being overlooked more often than not, found it depressing after a while.

Neither she nor Harry were quite sure what to make of this un-Dursley-like behaviour.

Despite being ignored by their aunt and uncle, Valerie had a very bad feeling that the peace in the Dursley-Potter household was a temporary one; not least because of the burning hatred she could detect in Uncle Vernon's eyes every time they shared the same room.

He was a ticking time-bomb, she concluded and also warned Harry to keep his distance in case said bomb did indeed explode.

"What do you think Hogwarts will be like?" Harry asked one night after they had gone to bed early and neither of them could sleep.

"I don't know," Valerie replied and turned around to face him. "But it can't possibly be worse than living here."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I hope that we can stay in Hogwarts until next summer," he said next. "I don't want to spent another Christmas with Aunt Marge."

"We could always threaten to hex her," Valerie suggested innocently, though there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Harry laughed.

Hedwig, her brother's beautiful snowy owl, and her own large European eagle owl, who she had decided to call Minerva, clicked happily with their beaks at the noise. The two birds often were their only companions now that the Dursleys ignored them. Both were currently sharing Minerva's bigger cage, their big glowing eyes watching them curiously.

"I wish time would pass faster," Harry sighed. "September seems endlessly far away."

"It's only three weeks, Harry," Valerie said. "Besides, we can read all our books in advance now that we've got the time! I started with Magical Theory and found it quite easy. Maybe it won't be as difficult for us as we imagined."

"But it's only theory, Val," Harry complained. "I want to learn practical skills like using spells. A History of Magic was okay, at least Bathilda Bagshot had a few interesting stories to tell."

"Yes," Valerie said. "But reading Magical Theory first seemed like the most logical thing to do. You can't practice spells if you don't know the necessary basics."

She could see Harry rolling his eyes at her.

"You know," he said with a grin. "Sometimes you are an 'insufferable know-it-all, Ms. Potter'"

His voice had gotten higher at the end of the sentence, making him sound very much like their former maths teacher, Mrs. Collins, who had indeed called her that on more than one occasion.

They both laughed at that and Valerie punched him playfully on the arm.

During the next three weeks of their remaining stay at Privet Drive, Valerie often found herself lying in bed and reading through her new schoolbooks late into the night. They were all very interesting and she couldn't wait for their school term to start to learn how to use her wand.

Hedwig and Minerva were allowed out of their cages at night and happily swooped in and out of the bedroom window, enjoying their freedom. It was a good thing that Aunt Petunia didn't come in to vacuum anymore, because they both kept bringing back dead mice. Neither Harry nor Valerie minded though and got rid of the dead animals before their aunt could find them in her house.

Harry had pinned a large piece of paper on one of the walls in their room and every morning he ticked off another day, counting down to September the first.

On the last day of August, Valerie suddenly realised that they needed to get to King's Cross station somehow. It had totally slipped their minds and so neither of them had worried about getting to London until the last minute.

"Well, we could always ask Uncle Vernon to give us a lift," Harry suggested as they had run out of alternative ideas.

Since it was their best option, Valerie walked down to the living room in the evening to speak to his aunt and uncle about the matter. They were watching a quiz show on television, which she made out to be 'Who wants to be a millionaire?', and neither of them acknowledged her presence.

She cleared her throat to let them know she was there, and Dudley, who she hadn't seen sitting in front of the couch, screamed and ran from the room.

"Er - Uncle Vernon?" Valerie asked carefully.

Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening. It was a start.

"Er – Harry and I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to - to go to Hogwarts."

Uncle Vernon grunted again. She wasn't sure whether it was a sign of disapproval or indifference so she continued.

"Would it be all right if you gave us a lift?"

Grunt. Valerie supposed that meant yes.

"Thank you." She said in what she hoped was a thankful tone.

Somehow, Valerie had expected more resistance from her uncle at the mention of going to Hogwarts. The twins had decided that it was best to send her to the living room alone since Uncle Vernon hated Harry with an almost abnormal passion.

There was no further reply and so she turned around, 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?" He asked in a mocking tone but Valerie remained silent.

The truth was, she didn't have an answer for Uncle Vernon. How could she? She didn't know how exactly wizards travelled from one place to another. His point, however, seemed legit.

"Where is this school, anyway?"

"I don't know," said Valerie, realising this for the first time.

Hagrid had never told them where Hogwarts was located. It had to be in Britain, otherwise they wouldn't be using English as their language to communicate.

She pulled the ticket Hagrid had given her out of her pocket. Maybe it would indicate to where they would be going.

"We just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock," she read.

There was nothing else on it; not even a destination.

Her aunt and uncle stared, the disbelief showing clearly on their faces.

"Platform what?" asked Aunt Petunia.

"Nine and three-quarters."

Valerie didn't understand their confusion. Was there something wrong with platform nine and three-quarters?

"Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle Vernon who now had a nasty grin on his face. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters."

"It's on my ticket." Valerie said and held it out so he could read it. "Here, it says that the Hogwarts Express is leaving tomorrow at eleven o'clock on platform nine and three-quarters. What's wrong with that?"

"Barking," said Uncle Vernon, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross. We're going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't bother."

"Why are you going to London?" Valerie asked, trying to keep things friendly after just having informed her uncle about taking a train from a platform that apparently didn't exist.

The thought wasn't exactly reassuring.

"Taking Dudley to the hospital," growled Uncle Vernon. "Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings."

"Oh," was all she said, trying not to smirk. "Thank you, Uncle Vernon."

Dudley deserved it, Valerie thought. He already looked so much like a pig that the tail really was an improvement in her eyes. Of course, she couldn't say this out loud in front of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia; they'd lock her up in the cupboard and she'd never get to see Hogwarts.

"Yes, yes," her uncle said dismissively and waved her off. "Now go back to your room! Your aunt and I want to watch that show."

Valerie retreated quickly from the living room and almost ran up the stairs to her room. When she opened the door, Harry quickly sat up on the bed and looked at her expectantly.

"How'd it go?" He asked nervously.

Valerie grinned. "They're going to drive us to King's Cross tomorrow since they're already taking Dudley to the hospital to have his new tail removed."

"Pity," Harry said with a huge grin. "I kind of like his new look."

That made them both laugh.

Harry woke at five o'clock the next morning. Usually, Valerie didn't mind; she was used to her brother being up early. This time, however, he just couldn't sit still; he kept turning from one side to the other in bed and when he finally did get up, he started pacing the room.

"For Christ's sake, Harry," Valerie hissed still half asleep. "Would you please stop doing that!"

"Sorry," he apologized.

He was not going back to bed, however, and instead sat down on the windowsill to look out on the street. Content that her brother at least kept quiet this time, Valerie closed her eyes again but sleep just wouldn't come back. Now that Harry had woken her up, the realisation that this was actually their last day with the Dursleys and that it would be a very long time – almost an entire year – until they'd see them again hit her with full force. Ten months without Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia yelling at them simply because they shared the same space; ten months without Dudley and his gang! Valerie was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep.

She inwardly cursed Harry for waking her up but looking at him, she saw that he was as nervous and excited as she herself.

"Should we start packing?" Valerie asked through a yawn.

Harry smiled. "I'd love to," he said. "But I don't want to wake Uncle Vernon earlier than necessary."

"Oh, come on," Valerie whined. "This is so exciting! And we'll be rid of them in a few hours anyway." She jumped out of bed, her white nightgown hanging from shoulder. "I'll do it. You can just sit here and watch – I'll need some packing advice."

Harry looked at her unsure when she kneeled down on the floor and tried to pull out her trunk from under the bed.

"Uff – " she groaned. "I could use a little help here, Harry. Please."

He rolled his eyes but hopped off the windowsill and helped her pull out the trunk – it was quite heavy but they managed to drag it to the middle of the small room.

Valerie went to their closet and looked at her set of clothes. A long sigh escaped her mouth when she realised that she'd be going to Hogwarts with nothing else than Aunt Petunia's old skirts and blouses (she chose not to pack the ugly yellow one though). She'd look ridiculous in it and was glad that they had to wear a school uniform in class.

"Do you think we'll need a hair dryer?" She asked and turned to look at Harry.

"I-I don't know," he answered honestly, shrugging. "I don't usually use one."

Valerie rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. Aunt Petunia would never allow her to take their hair dryer anyway. "Well, I suppose no then… Let's see…" She took out her Hogwarts list. "I've got my robes, my books, parchment and quill, the potion ingredients… Oh, how do we transport the cauldron?"

"We'll carry it, I suppose," Harry answered. "I mean, it's too big for the trunk."

Valerie nodded. He was right; it wouldn't fit in the trunk with all her clothes and other equipment so she'd have to carry it along with Minerva's cage.

Two hours later – they had been waiting for the Dursleys to wake up after they'd finished packing Harry's trunk – their baggage had been loaded into Uncle Vernon's new car. Dudley was throwing a tantrum because Aunt Petunia had asked him to sit next to Harry and it took his parents almost thirty minutes to calm him down so they could set off.

The car ride was uneventful, except for a few warning glances from Uncle Vernon whenever one of them tried to speak.

They reached King's Cross at half past ten.

When the building came into sight, Valerie shifted nervously in her seat. She would finally be rid of her dreadful relatives – even if it was only temporary – and get to know a whole bunch of new people just like her and Harry.

Valerie and Harry got out of the car as soon as they had found a parking space while Dudley and Aunt Petunia remained seated, not even bothering to say their goodbyes.

To their surprise, Uncle Vernon dumped their trunks onto a cart and wheeled it into the station for them. It was a strangely kind gesture and very much un-Vernon-like and they soon found out the purpose of it when Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face.

"Well, there you are. 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 said in an outright evil tone.

Valerie swallowed as she followed her brother's gaze to the big plastic number nine over one platform and the big plastic number ten over the one next to it. Their platform should be right in the middle. Only, there was nothing between platforms nine and ten except a barrier to separate the two.

"Have a good term," said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile and left without another word.

When they turned, and watched the Dursleys drive away, all three of them were laughing. "W-what are we going to do now, Harry?" Valerie asked, nervously playing with a strand of her hair.

Her brother turned to look around. He spotted a guard who was currently talking to an elderly woman in a bright green coat.

"Come," Harry said, pushing his cart in the man's direction. "There's a guard over there, maybe he can help."

Nodding, Valerie followed behind him, trying to ignore the stares they received by passers-by.

"Excuse me, sir," Harry said when they'd reached the guard. "My sister and I have to take the train at eleven o'clock from platform nine and three-quarters. We were wondering if you could tell us where it is?"

The guard raised an eyebrow and gave them an incredulous glance. "Platform nine and three-quarters? I've heard better jokes, boy. Now, sod off!"

They stared at the guard but didn't dare argue with him.

"Well, he wasn't very friendly, was he?" Harry asked.

"What now?" Valerie said, trying hard not to panic. "We only have ten minutes left to get to the train."

They were stranded in the middle of a station, Valerie couldn't even lift her own trunk, with only a pocket full of wizard money – which would get them nowhere in the muggle world - and two large owls.

"Did Hagrid mention anything else in Diagon Alley?" Harry asked but Valerie shook her head. "Well, he must have forgotten to tell us what to do once we got here. Something like, I don't know, tapping the third brick on the left to get to the platform…"

Valerie frowned and almost reached for her own wand, which was neatly tugged away in the pocket of her jacket, when a group of people passed just behind them.

"- packed with Muggles, of course -"

Valerie immediately glanced over at Harry when she caught the words and he nodded; this was their chance.

They swung round and followed the group that was led a plump woman who was talking to four boys. They all had flaming red hair and Valerie was reminded of the boy she had seen in one of the shops in Diagon Alley. Maybe they were related?

The heavy trunks that the two boys were pushing in front of them and the big brown owl told Valerie enough to know that they were following the right people.

Her heart was now hammering with excitement and she took a deep breath.

When the group stopped only a few moments later, Harry and Valerie watched them from a distance, near enough so they could hear them speak.

"Now, what's the platform number?" said the plump woman who obviously was the mother of the boys.

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go... "

Valerie hadn't even seen her between all the boys.

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet." The mother turned to look at one of her sons and waved him over. "All right, Percy, you go first."

Percy seemed to be the oldest of the brothers. He too had bright red hair and a very business-like expression on his face.

"Alright, mother, see you later," he said in a very important voice and marched straight toward platforms nine and ten.

Valerie held her breath, watching the boy carefully without blinking in case she missed something, but a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of Percy just as he reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms. When the tourists had gone, the boy had simply… vanished.

"Where did he go?" Valerie whispered to Harry who shrugged.

"No idea, Val," he said. "We'll just wait for the next one."

"Fred, you next," the plump woman said, waving the next boy over.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," replied the boy she had spoken to. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

Valerie giggled. They were twins, just like Harry and Val.

"Sorry, George, dear." The woman apologised and the boy grinned.

"Only joking, I am Fred," he called over his shoulder before he too vanished.

A second later, his twin brother, George, had gone as well - but how on earth had they done it? Where had they gone?

They had been walking toward the barrier but before they had gotten there, they'd vanished. Valerie blinked rapidly. Had she imagined it all? A glance toward Harry told her that he had just seen the same thing.

"Excuse me," Harry said to the plump woman, pushing his cart toward her.

Valerie followed him, trailing in his shadow so that they wouldn't immediately see her. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of wizards who were already used to the magic ways of travelling to Hogwarts.

"Hello, dear," she said when she saw them approaching. "Can I help you with anything?"

The woman had a kind looking face and she smiled warmly when Valerie shyly glanced over her brother's shoulder.

"First time at Hogwarts?" She asked knowingly. "Don't worry, dear. Ron's new, too."

She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons who gave them an encouraging smile. 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?" the woman said kindly, and Harry nodded.

Valerie immediately liked her and slowly pushed her cart around to stand next to her brother.

"Not to worry, dearies," she said kindly. "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 and pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier.

He swallowed hard and started to walk toward it. Valerie could see the nervousness in his eyes when he passed her. She didn't immediately follow him but merely watched him with interest.

Harry walked more quickly now, obviously taking the woman's advice to heart – Valerie couldn't blame him; she'd do the same. The barrier was coming nearer – and then he was gone.

Valerie stared at the spot where her brother had vanished. She looked back at the woman who was still smiling.

"Don't worry," she said. "Off you go."

Valerie hesitated. "What if it doesn't work for me?"

The woman laughed. "You've received your Hogwarts letter?"

Valerie nodded.

"You can trust Dumbledore's judgement, dear," the woman assured her. "Here, let me push that trolley with you and we will walk through the barrier together, okay?"

She placed one hand on Valerie's cart, the small red-haired girl holding her other, and turned to her youngest son. "You go first, Ronald."

The boy nodded and gave them a last smile before disappearing.

"Now," the woman said. "Ready?"

Valerie nodded although she wasn't sure at all if the was ready to smash into the barrier. What if the woman went through without her?

They leaned forward to push the cart toward the barrier which was coming nearer

and nearer. Valerie's heart hammered in her chest, they were a foot away and she closed her eyes ready for the crash - it didn't come.

She opened his eyes and gasped.

There it was, a massive scarlet steam engine, waiting next to a platform packed with people – the Hogwarts Express.

A big smile spread over her face and she looked up to the woman who was still helping her push the cart.

"Thank you, ma'am," Valerie said.

"No problem, dear," she answered kindly. "Now, you best go and find your brother. I'm sure he is he somewhere."

Valerie nodded and went looking for Harry in the chattering crowd of people.

She saw cats of every colour and race winding between their legs. Some of the people even let out a curse or two when they tripped over one of the furry animals and nearly fell down. Owls

hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way and Minerva responded, her big orange eyes scanning the crowd excitedly.

She found her brother a few carriages down the train trying lift his trunk up the stairs and dropping it twice on his foot.

"Ouch," he winced when she'd reached him. "Oh, there you are. I wanted to look for you once I had my trunk stored away."

"Want a hand?" They suddenly heard a voice from behind them.

It was the twins, Fred and George, who now stood in front of them.

"Yes, please," Harry panted.

"Step away and let the big boys handle it," one of them said with a grin. "Come on, George, let's show those first years how it's done."

Valerie giggled.

The twins heaved Harry's trunk up the stairs which took their combined strength, but they eventually managed to tuck it away in a corner of the empty compartment.

"My lady," one of the boys, George Valerie suspected, said and she stepped away from her cart to let them handle her trunk as well.

"Thank you," she said when they were done, panting heavily from the effort.

"Nah," one of the boys said, grinning. "Fred and George Weasley, at your service."

"Nice to meet you," Valerie said, shaking their hands. "I'm Valerie. This is my brother, Harry."

Harry smiled at them and their eyes grew wide.

"Blimey," said one of the twins. "Are you?"

They looked from Harry to Valerie, then at each other.

"They are," said the other twin. "Aren't you?"

"What?" said Harry and Valerie automatically.

"The Potters," chorused the twins.

This was the first time they had been referred to as 'the Potters'. It sounded strange in Valerie's ears and she wished that people would stop calling them names like 'the Boy Who Lived' or 'the Chosen One' or, in this case, 'the Potters'.

"Oh," said Harry. "Yes, that's us."

"Why?" added Valerie slightly annoyed.

The twins raised their arms defensively.

"No offense meant," said Fred. "Right, George?"

"Yeah," his brother jumped in. "We'd never be rude, would we, Fred?"

"No, definitely not."

"It's just that you don't get to meet the most famous wizard and witch on a daily basis," George said with a grin.

They were still gawking at them and Valerie felt herself turning red.

Then, to her relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open door.

"Fred? George? Are you there?"

It was Mrs. Weasley, the plump woman who had politely helped them get to platform nine and three-quarters.

"Coming, Mom." The twins chorused and, with a last look at Harry and Valerie, they hopped off the train.

"Well," Harry said, sitting down next to the window where he could watch the red-haired family on the platform. "That was weird."

"Mhm," Valerie agreed and sat down opposite of him, turning just in time to see Mrs. Weasley taking out a handkerchief.

"Ron, you've got something on your nose," she said and grabbed her youngest son by the arm.

Ron tried to wiggle free of his mother's grip but failed miserably and had to endure her assault on his nose.

He grimaced, turning his head away from her. "Mom – geroffme"

Ron finally managed to wriggle free and rubbed his nose.

"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the twins.

"Shut up," said Ron, punching him on the shoulder.

Back in the train, Valerie and Harry watched the scene with amusement, giggling behind their hands.

"Poor Ron," Harry said. "That must be embarrassing…"

"Where's Percy?" They heard Mrs. Weasley suddenly say as she turned around to search the crowd for the eldest son.

"He's coming now," said one of the twins but before Valerie could spot Percy in the crowd, the door to their compartment opened.

"E-excuse me," said a shy voice. "The other compartments are all full. Is anyone sitting there?"

It was the boy Valerie had seen in one of the shops in Diagon Alley. His red hair was as messy as she remembered it and he chewed nervously on his lower lip. It was cute, Valerie thought and smiled at the boy who turned a deep shade of red.

"No," Harry said politely. "Please, have a seat."

"Oh," the boy said, clearly relieved to have found a seat and sat down next to him. "Thanks. I'm Charles, by the way, Charles Prewett."

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," Harry replied with a smile.

The boy, Charles, stared at him.

"Y-you're H-Harry Potter?" He breathed, his hazel eyes wide with surprise. "And do you really have – the scar?"

Harry pushed his black hair out of his forehead to reveal the lightning bolt shaped scar.

"Woah!" Charles said. "Cool!"

Harry glanced over at Valerie who didn't understand at all how something like this could possibly be 'cool'.

"Sorry," Charles said, suddenly aware of their reaction. "It's just – you're so famous in our world. I grew up hearing stories about how you defeated You Know Who. It's so surreal to meet someone like you on the train to Hogwarts."

"It's alright," Harry said with a shrug. "I'll have to get used to it, I guess."

"Oh, okay," Charles said relieved. "I promise I won't stare at you anymore. You are his sister, right?" He added, turning to Valerie.

"I'm Valerie," she answered. "We've met before. Do you remember?"

Charles turned red and nodded. "In Diagon Alley, a month ago."

"Yeah, you were buying some parchment and quills with your mum," Valerie said, smiling.

"Oh, no," he replied, shaking his head. "Paddy's not my mum. She's my godmother, I live with her just outside of London."

"You don't live with your parents?" The question was out before Valerie could stop it and she immediately regretted asking it as the boy's eyes turned sad.

"My parents are dead," he replied shortly.

"Oh, sorry," Harry said. "We didn't know that."

"It's okay, "Charles said. "They died a long time ago. It's just – I'd prefer not to talk about it, that's all."

They nodded and went back to looking out of the window and onto the platform that was still filled with people.

The Weasley boys had apparently already entered the train because when Valerie spotted Mrs. Weasley in the crowd, she was alone with only her daughter still holding her hand.

The woman caught their eyes and waved at them.

"Have fun in Hogwarts, dearies!" She called over the chatter of the crowd while her daughter nervously tugged at her shirt.

"Can I go see them, mum?" The small girl whined. "Please!"

"No, Ginny," her mother said sternly. "Leave the poor children alone. They've had enough staring and finger-pointing already, I'm sure. You'll meet them in Hogwarts next year, dear."

A whistle sounded and Valerie spotted three of the Weasley boys who leaned out of the window for their mother to kiss them good-bye, and their younger sister began to cry.

"Don't, Ginny, we'll send you loads of owls," Fred assured her with a grin.

"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat," added George.

"George!" Mrs. Weasley said outraged. "What did I tell you – no more of your nonsense at Hogwarts!"

"Only joking, Mom," the twin said as the train began to move.

Valerie 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, then she fell back and waved.

They were finally on their way to Hogwarts.

Valerie grinned at the thought of Uncle Vernon's face when they told him that there was indeed a platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross station. She glanced over at Harry whose eyes shone with excitement.

This was going to be the best school year they'd ever had.


Okay, now to the important stuff:

1.) Before you kill me for naming Valerie's owl Minerva, let me explain - I found out the the name Minerva actually means wisdom (it was a coincidence, really) and since owls are often a symbol for wisdom, I found the name fitting.

2.) I know that the Prewett family only lives on through Molly Weasley (née Prewett) but my Charles Prewett is the son of Lucretia and Ignatius Prewett who were both murdered in the first wizarding war. He is an OC and belongs to me, not J.K. Rowling. :)

3.) As an answer to my latest guest reviewer: Valerie is far from perfect and will encounter many obstacles along the way - which ones? You'll have to find out... *hehehe* xD That said: Thanks for the review! I hope you'll stick around for the rest of the chapters! :)