Razor walked out of the Leaky Cauldron at 10:30 feeling refreshed and anxious to head off to Hogwarts. As he thanked everyone at the Leaky Cauldron for his stay he called a muggle taxi "King's Cross," he told the driver while fitting his school trunk into the back of the taxi. It was a rather quick ride since the station wasn't too far away.
He hopped out of the seat paid the man with the muggle money he received from Dumbledore for such matters and walked to the station. There was Platform nine and there was Platform ten, no Platform nine and three quarters. Razor was beginning to think this was some kind of joke when he saw a wizard family all with red hair with a boy with jet black hair and glasses along with a girl with frizzy brown hair just walk right in between nine and ten. They looked older than him by about four years. The mother of the red haired family walked out a little while later, "Are you going on the Hogwarts Express dear?" she asked him "If you are you better get moving, the train is about to leave," Razor thanked the woman and ran right in between platforms nine and ten at the last second he saw a cat reading a newspaper and he thought that it was rather odd for a cat to read a newspaper. CRASH he fell hard on the ground " Oh shit! That hurt!" he was making a scene and the mother was running over to him fretting. "Now dear you're supposed to walk right through the barrier without thinking about anything else, and watch your language," she added in a stern voice.
This time he walked through with no problem and right in front of him Platform nine and three quarters materialized before his eyes the train gave the final warning as Razor hurried to catch up. He jumped on the train just as it started to move and put his stuff in the baggage department.
He then tried to find a seat all the seats were full except for the one with the boy with the glasses, the girl with the frizzy brown hair, and one of the red haired kids. "Can I sit down here? All the other seats are taken." They let him and he sat down next to the girl. "Are you a first year? You look young," the girl said. "Yeah I'm just starting out," Razor replied. The boy with the dark hair noticed Razor's accent and he asked where he was from. "New York City," Razor said. They were all astonished that a boy from America was going to a Wizarding School in London.
They then introduced themselves, the boy with the dark hair and glasses was named Harry Potter, the girl Hermione Granger, and the boy Ron Weasly. Razor introduced himself they, again, started asking him questions " Your name is Razor Sharp? Is that some sort of joke or something?" asked the red haired boy
"No, its always been my name and I'm pretty sure its not a joke," Razor replied starting to get a little angry. So what if his name was peculiar why was it their business to care!? "
So what house do you want to be in?" asked the girl making forced conversation. "What are you talking about?" asked Razor. They then explained to him the houses Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. They then talked about how they were in Gryffindor and how that was the best one. Razor secretly disagreed however and thought Ravenclaw sounded like the best. The red haired one then asked, this time the one to make forced conversation if Razor liked Quidditch. "What the hell is Quidditch?" asked Razor. The two boys then proceeded to tell Razor all about the Wizard sport and Razor liked the sound of it. He would very much like to play it at Hogwarts.
After he told them this they said it was very unlikely that a 1st year would be on a team. They then rode in silence until their compartment door opened. " Potter, Weasly, Granger I see you made a new friend," snarled a rather evil looking boy with blonde greasy hair.
Standing beside him were two brutes that Razor also disliked even though they haven't spoken a word yet. This kid, whose name was Draco Malfoy as Razor later found out kept proceeding to insult them and he saw all of them getting red in the face. "Would you just shut up you slimy looking asshole!" said Razor the boy looked startled at first by being insulted by a first year but then regained his composure. "Why don't you just shut up you American prat! You haven't the guts to stand up next to me Crabbe, and Goyle here." He spat out. "Just watch me!" Razor replied anger in his face, this boy didn't even know him and was insulting him. "Why you little..." he was about to say more but Razor stood up and punched him in the face.
He went down and the two big boys went after him, he kicked one of them down low and threw the other one to the ground. He then proceeded to punch each one in unison while they were on the ground.
With a last stomp on Malfoy Razor sat back down. His three companions looked at him with awe. "You just beat up Malfoy and his thugs," said Ron. "Can I have your autograph?"
He hopped out of the seat paid the man with the muggle money he received from Dumbledore for such matters and walked to the station. There was Platform nine and there was Platform ten, no Platform nine and three quarters. Razor was beginning to think this was some kind of joke when he saw a wizard family all with red hair with a boy with jet black hair and glasses along with a girl with frizzy brown hair just walk right in between nine and ten. They looked older than him by about four years. The mother of the red haired family walked out a little while later, "Are you going on the Hogwarts Express dear?" she asked him "If you are you better get moving, the train is about to leave," Razor thanked the woman and ran right in between platforms nine and ten at the last second he saw a cat reading a newspaper and he thought that it was rather odd for a cat to read a newspaper. CRASH he fell hard on the ground " Oh shit! That hurt!" he was making a scene and the mother was running over to him fretting. "Now dear you're supposed to walk right through the barrier without thinking about anything else, and watch your language," she added in a stern voice.
This time he walked through with no problem and right in front of him Platform nine and three quarters materialized before his eyes the train gave the final warning as Razor hurried to catch up. He jumped on the train just as it started to move and put his stuff in the baggage department.
He then tried to find a seat all the seats were full except for the one with the boy with the glasses, the girl with the frizzy brown hair, and one of the red haired kids. "Can I sit down here? All the other seats are taken." They let him and he sat down next to the girl. "Are you a first year? You look young," the girl said. "Yeah I'm just starting out," Razor replied. The boy with the dark hair noticed Razor's accent and he asked where he was from. "New York City," Razor said. They were all astonished that a boy from America was going to a Wizarding School in London.
They then introduced themselves, the boy with the dark hair and glasses was named Harry Potter, the girl Hermione Granger, and the boy Ron Weasly. Razor introduced himself they, again, started asking him questions " Your name is Razor Sharp? Is that some sort of joke or something?" asked the red haired boy
"No, its always been my name and I'm pretty sure its not a joke," Razor replied starting to get a little angry. So what if his name was peculiar why was it their business to care!? "
So what house do you want to be in?" asked the girl making forced conversation. "What are you talking about?" asked Razor. They then explained to him the houses Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. They then talked about how they were in Gryffindor and how that was the best one. Razor secretly disagreed however and thought Ravenclaw sounded like the best. The red haired one then asked, this time the one to make forced conversation if Razor liked Quidditch. "What the hell is Quidditch?" asked Razor. The two boys then proceeded to tell Razor all about the Wizard sport and Razor liked the sound of it. He would very much like to play it at Hogwarts.
After he told them this they said it was very unlikely that a 1st year would be on a team. They then rode in silence until their compartment door opened. " Potter, Weasly, Granger I see you made a new friend," snarled a rather evil looking boy with blonde greasy hair.
Standing beside him were two brutes that Razor also disliked even though they haven't spoken a word yet. This kid, whose name was Draco Malfoy as Razor later found out kept proceeding to insult them and he saw all of them getting red in the face. "Would you just shut up you slimy looking asshole!" said Razor the boy looked startled at first by being insulted by a first year but then regained his composure. "Why don't you just shut up you American prat! You haven't the guts to stand up next to me Crabbe, and Goyle here." He spat out. "Just watch me!" Razor replied anger in his face, this boy didn't even know him and was insulting him. "Why you little..." he was about to say more but Razor stood up and punched him in the face.
He went down and the two big boys went after him, he kicked one of them down low and threw the other one to the ground. He then proceeded to punch each one in unison while they were on the ground.
With a last stomp on Malfoy Razor sat back down. His three companions looked at him with awe. "You just beat up Malfoy and his thugs," said Ron. "Can I have your autograph?"