Part 3
September first seemed ages away, but soon enough it was just around the corner. I was majorly psyched.
Mom, Dad, and Jessica, of all people, were there with me at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. We hadn't had any difficulties that morning with getting there. No suprises, no nothing.
There was a huge rainstorm in the middle of the night. I heard something creaking downstairs, and I tiptoed down the stairs to see what it was. It was just our cat, Spooky. But then there was a crash at the door. I jumped, and screamed. The door pushed open. I peeked around the corner and looked out. There was a yellow clad person in the doorframe. A flash of lightning illuminated it, and it cast a shadow across the room. I was frozen to the spot. But then the figure pushed back her hood, and I saw black hair sticking up in all directions.
"Jessica?" I whispered, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to come with you to King's Cross. I'm sorry if I'm a little early."
"Do your parents know you're here?"
"My parents told me to come here if I got lonely, aggrivated, bored, lonely, ect., ect. They're out of town for the weekend, and Albus, Sirius, and Liss are with the Weasleys. They wanted to escape the Dursleys, too, and the Dursleys were pleased to get rid of us. Dudley, his wife, and kids are morons."
"You scared me."
"I'm sorry."
"Aren't you cold?" I asked her. She was, of course, sopping wet.
"Yes." So I ran her a hot bath and found her a pair of clean clothes to wear for the night. A half an hour later I was laying on the top bunk of my bed, Jessica on the bottom. It was three-forty-five in the morning, but I wasn't tired.
"Jordan?" Jessica had said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Are you tired?"
"No, you?"
"Not really." So she climbed up on the top bunk, and we sat cross-legged, talking the rest of the night away. After all, we were best friends, and I wasn't going to see her again until next summer, maybe Christmas.
"I'm going to miss you so much, Jordan."
"At least all your other friends will still be around. I have to make totally new friends. How do you think I feel?"
"Mom!" I yelled, "Dad!" It was six o'clock, and they were still asleep.
"Jordy?"
"It's six o'clock, sweetie, go back to sleep."
"Guess who showed up in the middle of last night?" I called in a singsong voice.
"Who?" dad groaned.
"Jessica."
"Jessica's here?"
"That's nice, dear," mom added sleepily. I jumped on their bed and shook them around, bouncing and giggling. Dad started tickling me. Of course, then Jess walked in. She looked sleepy, and she was rubbing her head.
"Hello, Jessica. What brings you here?" So Jess again told the story.
As I walked into King's Cross, Mom, Dad, and Jess at my side, I again felt nervous. New friends, new environment, no Jess............ It was a weird feeling.
I boarded the train after giving Mom and Dad one last hug each. I waved until the train had pulled fully away from the station and Mom, Dad and Jess were out of sight.
I was in a compartment with three other first years, Virginia O'Connell, Amelia Yong, and Ryan O'Casey. I took an instant liking to Virginia, or Gin, as she insisted I call her. Ryan was someone I didn't know what the heck to think about. Amelia seemed to take an instant disliking to me.
"Black? As in Sirius Black?"
"Yes." Amelia rolled her eyes in disgust.
The compartment door slid open, and a short, curly-haired brunette slid through. She saw Amelia and frowned.
"Hello, Gabafreak," Amelia said, "Come to bug us with your worms? Or dragons? Any new magical freaktures to show us?"
The girl bit her lip, and turned away. Amelia flounced into the compartment the curly-haired girl had come from. The girl looked ready to cry. She was about to leave. I reached out to grab her arm, to get her to stay, but all I got was air.