Gazing wearily at the gates of King's Cross Station, Lily Evans sighed. "Don't worry, dear," her mother murmured, gently putting a hand on Lily's shoulder. "You have all the things on that list - there must be a platform 9 and 3/4 here somewhere." But even Mrs. Evans looked hesitant, one hand being drawn indefinitely back to their car. All Muggles, somewhere inside them, always had an incredible sense of disbelief for the magical world - even when their children had proved to be wizards or witches.
Yet there was hope. Lily caught it, an impatient ear listening to the lull of the crowd. "Now, my dear," a determined voice sounded, "you know what to do for the platform, don't you? You saw that boy Peter do it - and a good wizard like you will be a natural." Wizard! Her heart pounded, and she continued to listen. "When you get there, you MUST be polite to your professors. Especially that Minerva McGonagall - when she was a student she was bad enough, but she's bound to have gotten worse."
Lily turned her head slightly, just enough to see the speaker, but not enough to bring the suspicion of eavesdropping. A tall, dark-haired woman, her face flushed from talking so much and so quickly, was addressing a boy Lily's age, probably her son. The boy himself didn't seem to be paying much attention, peering into the endless space above him and pausing every so often to straighten his seemingly always messy black hair. "Yes, Mum," he muttered abstractly, turning his gaze toward the woman.
"Good, my little Jamie," she replied cheerfully. The boy turned an odd shade of red and clenched his teeth with annoyance. "Now, don't be a troublemaker - and do try to get Gryffindor. We all have, for generations, and we just can't have you stopping the trend." With the neccessary goodbyes - no doubt hastened by the eager boy - he paused at the thick wall between platform 9 and 10. Before Lily could blink, the boy had disappeared.
"Mother, did you see that?" Lily hissed, turning back to her own parents. "He went right through the wall!" She grinned brightly. "I suppose..." she began, hesistant. "I should try it too. Wouldn't want a concussion before my first day of school, however..." With a slight wave, she drew up her bags and bid them a hardly tearful farewell. Taking a deep breath, she ran cautiously into the wall. In an instant, she was on the other side, nearly face to face with the black-haired boy. "I - I'm Lily Evans," she murmured, nodding her head in greeting.
He grinned a little, then nodded as well. "My name is Potter." The boy's already evident British accent grew more exaggerated, and he smirked slyly at Lily. "James Potter."
A/N: Ending edited by the idea of a reviewer. :) Chapter 8 will be up REALLY soon...
Yet there was hope. Lily caught it, an impatient ear listening to the lull of the crowd. "Now, my dear," a determined voice sounded, "you know what to do for the platform, don't you? You saw that boy Peter do it - and a good wizard like you will be a natural." Wizard! Her heart pounded, and she continued to listen. "When you get there, you MUST be polite to your professors. Especially that Minerva McGonagall - when she was a student she was bad enough, but she's bound to have gotten worse."
Lily turned her head slightly, just enough to see the speaker, but not enough to bring the suspicion of eavesdropping. A tall, dark-haired woman, her face flushed from talking so much and so quickly, was addressing a boy Lily's age, probably her son. The boy himself didn't seem to be paying much attention, peering into the endless space above him and pausing every so often to straighten his seemingly always messy black hair. "Yes, Mum," he muttered abstractly, turning his gaze toward the woman.
"Good, my little Jamie," she replied cheerfully. The boy turned an odd shade of red and clenched his teeth with annoyance. "Now, don't be a troublemaker - and do try to get Gryffindor. We all have, for generations, and we just can't have you stopping the trend." With the neccessary goodbyes - no doubt hastened by the eager boy - he paused at the thick wall between platform 9 and 10. Before Lily could blink, the boy had disappeared.
"Mother, did you see that?" Lily hissed, turning back to her own parents. "He went right through the wall!" She grinned brightly. "I suppose..." she began, hesistant. "I should try it too. Wouldn't want a concussion before my first day of school, however..." With a slight wave, she drew up her bags and bid them a hardly tearful farewell. Taking a deep breath, she ran cautiously into the wall. In an instant, she was on the other side, nearly face to face with the black-haired boy. "I - I'm Lily Evans," she murmured, nodding her head in greeting.
He grinned a little, then nodded as well. "My name is Potter." The boy's already evident British accent grew more exaggerated, and he smirked slyly at Lily. "James Potter."
A/N: Ending edited by the idea of a reviewer. :) Chapter 8 will be up REALLY soon...