Chapter Twenty Three: In Which Ribs Are Busted
He stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention platform nine and three quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry couldn't even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose.
The guard was right; He was being stupid. He didn't mention the platform because he didn't want to reveal the wizarding world. Why had he mentioned Hogwarts then? If a random Muggle guy knew about Hogwarts, then the magical community wouldn't be secret, would it?
Harry laughed at himself. Others stared at him as he busted a rib or two. He didn't know why his own fallacies were so funny, but he supposed his frustration at not being able to find the platform had something to do with it.
Feeling refreshed, he stood near the barrier between platforms nine and ten, thinking he might spot somebody with an owl or wearing robes. It was a long shot, but it was his only shot.
Sure enough, he heard a woman say the word 'Muggle'.
"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."
"Is that a failsafe to prevent Muggles from getting on to the platform? Because if it is and there is some spell to detect whether you believe in getting through the barrier or not, I'm impressed. That's some seriously awesome magic."
"Go on then, with Ron."
They got to the other side just fine. It was later while sitting in the train that Harry wondered - 'How did my luggage manage to sufficiently believe in getting through the barrier?'. He asked the question to Ron, who said - "Magic, dummy."
AN: I feel like explaining the chapter kind of defeats it's purpose, so I will say only this - Toodles!