I woke to the sound of my Walkman playing. A voice was calling out a message:
"We are approaching Kings Cross Station. Thank you for choosing Hull Trains and we hope to see you soon."
I must have dozed off. Sitting up, I pulled out my earphones. The book in my hand slipped and shut. I picked it up. For some reason, the title gave me a strange feeling, 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.'
The train finally came to stop. I looked at my watch. It was 10:30. I was due to meet my friends at this station. I rushed off the train and there they were, standing by the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. As I approached them, my eyes lingered on the barrier behind.
"Andrea? Are you alright?"
"Yeah." We began to walk away, but for some reason I couldn't stop looking back. The distance grew between the barrier and me yet I couldn't think what was bothering me. I felt something drop out of my pocket. I turned back to look and there on the floor lay a photo. I picked it up and suddenly my mind began to fill with moments that seemed so real yet unreal at the same time. The photo was of four teenagers. There was a red haired boy behind a bushy haired girl. I was sat next to the girl and behind me a boy with a scar on his forehead, it was shaped like a bolt of lightning and his name was Harry Potter.
THE END
"We are approaching Kings Cross Station. Thank you for choosing Hull Trains and we hope to see you soon."
I must have dozed off. Sitting up, I pulled out my earphones. The book in my hand slipped and shut. I picked it up. For some reason, the title gave me a strange feeling, 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.'
The train finally came to stop. I looked at my watch. It was 10:30. I was due to meet my friends at this station. I rushed off the train and there they were, standing by the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. As I approached them, my eyes lingered on the barrier behind.
"Andrea? Are you alright?"
"Yeah." We began to walk away, but for some reason I couldn't stop looking back. The distance grew between the barrier and me yet I couldn't think what was bothering me. I felt something drop out of my pocket. I turned back to look and there on the floor lay a photo. I picked it up and suddenly my mind began to fill with moments that seemed so real yet unreal at the same time. The photo was of four teenagers. There was a red haired boy behind a bushy haired girl. I was sat next to the girl and behind me a boy with a scar on his forehead, it was shaped like a bolt of lightning and his name was Harry Potter.
THE END