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of Witchcraft and Wizardry and most of the ideas in this fic belong to me.
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see a line of these ~*~*~*~, it means that something else somewhere else is
happening. YAY! This chapter's longer then the other one, I'm happy, hope
you enjoy it. It's not very exciting or sad, but it's kinda entertaining if
you think about it. Well, it's leading up to the sorting anyway so it does
play some significance. Okay, enough blabs, onto the second chapter.
The Burrow was bustling with excitement and energy September 1st as it did every year. Ginny was brushing her hair with her left hand while trying to eat breakfast with her right hand. Mrs. Weasley, of coarse, was making eggs, bacon, toast, grits, and sausage for breakfast and trying to make sure that everyone had what they needed for the coming school year. Fred and George were in their room trying to sneak as many filibuster fireworks and canary creams into their trunks without getting caught by their mother. Once they were down they lugged their trucks down the long and winding staircase and left them in front of the fireplace. Mr. Weasley was putting the finishing touches on his paper work for the Ministry and was now reading the paper at the kitchen table. Ron was reading the sports section of the Daily Prophet, the Quidditch semi-finals ended just last night and he was complaining earlier that he wanted to know who won. Harry, who had stayed at their house again over the remainder of the summer, was eating his share of eggs, bacon and toast. He glanced over towards his trunk in front of the fireplace next to Ron's. His Firebolt was placed neatly on top on his trunk, he had cleaned and polished with the broom care kit Hermione had gotten him for his birthday a year or so back.
"They won! They're going on to the final round, the Chudley Cannons are going on to the finals!" Ron exclaimed, apparently not able to control his excitement. No one paid very much attention to him though, most were too busy trying to finish what they needed to finish before they left.
Fred and George joined everyone for breakfast at the table occasionally talking to Harry about the on coming Quidditch season ahead of them. They had received letters along with their list of books stating that both of them were to be named Gryffindor's Quidditch captains. It was a surprise to them both; there had never been two captains in Hogwarts history, that they knew of anyway. Harry was listening to the twins complain about only having three people on the team this year, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie had graduated last year, not to mention that Oliver Wood, their old keeper, had left two years ago. They had found a keeper last year but he didn't last 3 minutes into the game without getting hit by a bludger that wasn't directed at him. Harry noticed that every few minutes Ginny would glance up at him from her grits and look at him with a nervous smile, but when he'd look at her, she'd become very interested in her grits again.
"We're gonna have to hold tryouts early this year if we're going to be any good," Fred stated.
"Gryffindor has had the Quidditch cup for 5 years, we're not about to lose it now, let alone our last year," George added.
"Don't let Quidditch consume your whole brains boys, you still have a load of school work ahead of you. You better get good marks this year," Mrs. Weasley demanded more than stated.
"Mom, you better start looking at Ron if you want another Head boy or Prefect in the family," Fred sighed.
"Yeah, we wouldn't be caught dead wearing that Pin Head Boy badge," George stuck his tongue as Fred made a disgusted looking face.
"Well, if I hear any news about either of you selling your 'experiments' that I had demanded you never to make again, you'll receive more than just a howler," Mrs. Weasley scolded.
"Yes mum," the twins replied in unison. They hung their heads low and made a small pouting face as they returned to their breakfast. Ten minutes later they were all huddled in front of the fireplace, Mr. Weasley holding the small pouch of Floo Powder. Mr. Weasley handed the small pouch over to his wife after taking a tiny pinch. He tossed it into the flames turning them a bright and eerie green. "Kings Cross Station!" he yelled and within seconds, he had disappeared. Next was Fred and George, trunks in tow. They followed their father's lead and disappeared as well. Then Harry and last but not least was Ron and Ginny. Harry felt his feet hit solid pavement and he felt his head spin from the Floo power, he was use to this by now though. Floo powder was the way to travel with the Weasleys if you couldn't get there by port key. He glanced behind him and saw Ginny and Ron land right behind him holding hands.
"Next time Ginny, you go by yourself," Ron sneezed. He brushed ash off his maroon sweater and made a face at the color. Ron hated maroon but his mother consistently kept giving him clothes made in that color.
"It's not my fault you've grown in the past year," she shot back at him snatching her hand out of his.
"That's enough you two, we're late, your train leaves in fifteen minutes," Mr. Weasley said as he picked up Ginny's trunk and placed it on a cart. Once everyone's trunks were on the cart they were off to Platform 9 ¾.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~* "Platform 9 ¾?" Megan questioned her ticket. She and her five friends now stood between Platforms 9 and 10 but so far there was no Platform 9 ¾. Amber's black cat Alley meowed from her arms as she stroked its back. She glanced down at her ticket again and then back at the middle of the two platforms.
"This is a joke," Madison huffed. She was getting a little annoyed because they had been standing in front of two platforms for twenty minutes and still no luck. Just yesterday they had been sent their acceptance letters into Hogwarts on special standards. So yesterday they had to go to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies. They had never been to Diagon Alley before and it was amazing. They had never seen anything like it, but once they set foot in it they didn't want to leave. But now Madison looked up at both signs, Platform 9 and Platform 10. "It doesn't exist," she added and threw her hands up into the air in frustration.
"We've got fifteen minutes to find this so called Platform and board the," Abby read off her ticket, "Hogwarts express."
"Let's just try and not attract that much attention from the muggles while we look," Silvia said in a monotone voice. She didn't seem to be herself lately, but the others didn't ask because they thought it had something to do with the accident back at their school and they didn't want to relive the memory.
"Maybe it's hidden by magic and there's a password you have to say to get in," Amber offered almost as she were thinking aloud.
"If it had a password they would have told on the ticket or letter now wouldn't they?" Rosalina said with a bit of annoyance in her voice. She was getting fed up with standing around doing nothing and time was slowly slipping by. If they didn't hurry, they'd miss the train and then how would they get to Hogwarts?
"Maybe, just maybe, there's a hidden passage way," Megan stated. She glanced to her left and saw nothing but a pillar. She glanced to her right and saw, yet again, another pillar. She looked straightforward and saw a train that was ready to depart from Platform 9. Then she looked down at her feet and saw nothing but cobblestones cemented to the ground. "Or maybe . . .. there is no Platform 9 ¾," she corrected herself almost giving up.
"I swear, every year this place gets more and more packed with muggles," a voice came from behind Amber.
Muggles? The girls thought, then turned around and saw six redheaded people and one black-haired boy walking towards them. The second smallest redhead was pushing a cart with a white snow owl on top of five trunks. The two redheaded twins were talking to the black-haired boy about something that must have been exciting because they seemed really enthusiastic about what they were talking about.
"Alright, you have ten minutes to get onto the platform and onto the train. Have a good year and send us an owl once a month. Fred you first," Mr. Weasley said. One of the twins grabbed his trunk and walked right into the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10. The six girls did a double take then looked back in amazement. The other twin grabbed his trunk and ran head on into the pillar. Amber shut her eyes in fear that he was going to crash into the bricks, but he vanished just as well. Next was the black-haired boy, then the redheaded girl. Rosalina walked up to the man and turned slight pink from embarrassment.
"Um, excuse me, I don't mean to sounds rude or anything, but I was wondering . . . can you help us," she stopped and looked for words, but none came out.
"Do you need help getting onto the platform?" Mr. Weasley asked the girl in front of him.
"Yes," Abby answered for her. Rosalina looked next to her and smiled at Abby.
Mr. Weasley smiled slightly then looked back at Ron and nodded. Ron moved the cart right in front of the pillar and ran as fast as he could for the pillar and disappeared just like the other had. "You walk right into the pillar and it takes you right onto the platform. Better do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous," he answered, "Better hurry now, train leaves in seven minutes. I suggest one right after the other and don't dilly-dally." Then he walked away leaving the six to get onto the platform on their own. For about two minutes they stood there staring at the pillar. Madison's race was turning a slight shade of red from annoyance.
"I'll go!" she yelled and ran straight for the pillar. Amber winced thinking that she wasn't going to make it, but just like Ron, she went right through the pillar. Next Rosalina followed by Megan. Abby took hold of the cart and ran with all her power straight into the pillar and disappeared.
"Go ahead Silvia," Amber offered still clutching her cat close to her chest.
"Oh, don't be such a baby, it can't be scary if they made it. Fine," she scoffed. She walked gingerly into the pillar and vanished. Amber was left alone standing there looking at the pillar and looking around at the muggles. She glanced down at her watch, she had 5 minutes to get onto the platform and board the train. She held her cat close and ran full tilt towards the brick and cement pillar. With a gust of wind she was infront of a large black and red steam engine with a sign reading HOGWARTS EXPRESS right there on the front of the train. She looked to her left and saw Megan flag her down. She ran and they both got on the train only to find that all the compartments were filled up. They noticed that Rosalina, Abby, and Madison hadn't found seats either. Silvia was sitting two compartments ahead next to a boy that looked at least two years younger than she was. He wore Hogwarts robes and had blonde, almost white, hair gelled back. They felt the train's engines start up and the wheels begin to turn. They looked out the window closest to them and saw the station start to slip away as they started to head forward.
They were on their way to their new school, Hogwarts, but first things first, where were they going to sit?
The Burrow was bustling with excitement and energy September 1st as it did every year. Ginny was brushing her hair with her left hand while trying to eat breakfast with her right hand. Mrs. Weasley, of coarse, was making eggs, bacon, toast, grits, and sausage for breakfast and trying to make sure that everyone had what they needed for the coming school year. Fred and George were in their room trying to sneak as many filibuster fireworks and canary creams into their trunks without getting caught by their mother. Once they were down they lugged their trucks down the long and winding staircase and left them in front of the fireplace. Mr. Weasley was putting the finishing touches on his paper work for the Ministry and was now reading the paper at the kitchen table. Ron was reading the sports section of the Daily Prophet, the Quidditch semi-finals ended just last night and he was complaining earlier that he wanted to know who won. Harry, who had stayed at their house again over the remainder of the summer, was eating his share of eggs, bacon and toast. He glanced over towards his trunk in front of the fireplace next to Ron's. His Firebolt was placed neatly on top on his trunk, he had cleaned and polished with the broom care kit Hermione had gotten him for his birthday a year or so back.
"They won! They're going on to the final round, the Chudley Cannons are going on to the finals!" Ron exclaimed, apparently not able to control his excitement. No one paid very much attention to him though, most were too busy trying to finish what they needed to finish before they left.
Fred and George joined everyone for breakfast at the table occasionally talking to Harry about the on coming Quidditch season ahead of them. They had received letters along with their list of books stating that both of them were to be named Gryffindor's Quidditch captains. It was a surprise to them both; there had never been two captains in Hogwarts history, that they knew of anyway. Harry was listening to the twins complain about only having three people on the team this year, Alicia, Angelina, and Katie had graduated last year, not to mention that Oliver Wood, their old keeper, had left two years ago. They had found a keeper last year but he didn't last 3 minutes into the game without getting hit by a bludger that wasn't directed at him. Harry noticed that every few minutes Ginny would glance up at him from her grits and look at him with a nervous smile, but when he'd look at her, she'd become very interested in her grits again.
"We're gonna have to hold tryouts early this year if we're going to be any good," Fred stated.
"Gryffindor has had the Quidditch cup for 5 years, we're not about to lose it now, let alone our last year," George added.
"Don't let Quidditch consume your whole brains boys, you still have a load of school work ahead of you. You better get good marks this year," Mrs. Weasley demanded more than stated.
"Mom, you better start looking at Ron if you want another Head boy or Prefect in the family," Fred sighed.
"Yeah, we wouldn't be caught dead wearing that Pin Head Boy badge," George stuck his tongue as Fred made a disgusted looking face.
"Well, if I hear any news about either of you selling your 'experiments' that I had demanded you never to make again, you'll receive more than just a howler," Mrs. Weasley scolded.
"Yes mum," the twins replied in unison. They hung their heads low and made a small pouting face as they returned to their breakfast. Ten minutes later they were all huddled in front of the fireplace, Mr. Weasley holding the small pouch of Floo Powder. Mr. Weasley handed the small pouch over to his wife after taking a tiny pinch. He tossed it into the flames turning them a bright and eerie green. "Kings Cross Station!" he yelled and within seconds, he had disappeared. Next was Fred and George, trunks in tow. They followed their father's lead and disappeared as well. Then Harry and last but not least was Ron and Ginny. Harry felt his feet hit solid pavement and he felt his head spin from the Floo power, he was use to this by now though. Floo powder was the way to travel with the Weasleys if you couldn't get there by port key. He glanced behind him and saw Ginny and Ron land right behind him holding hands.
"Next time Ginny, you go by yourself," Ron sneezed. He brushed ash off his maroon sweater and made a face at the color. Ron hated maroon but his mother consistently kept giving him clothes made in that color.
"It's not my fault you've grown in the past year," she shot back at him snatching her hand out of his.
"That's enough you two, we're late, your train leaves in fifteen minutes," Mr. Weasley said as he picked up Ginny's trunk and placed it on a cart. Once everyone's trunks were on the cart they were off to Platform 9 ¾.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~* "Platform 9 ¾?" Megan questioned her ticket. She and her five friends now stood between Platforms 9 and 10 but so far there was no Platform 9 ¾. Amber's black cat Alley meowed from her arms as she stroked its back. She glanced down at her ticket again and then back at the middle of the two platforms.
"This is a joke," Madison huffed. She was getting a little annoyed because they had been standing in front of two platforms for twenty minutes and still no luck. Just yesterday they had been sent their acceptance letters into Hogwarts on special standards. So yesterday they had to go to Diagon Alley to get their school supplies. They had never been to Diagon Alley before and it was amazing. They had never seen anything like it, but once they set foot in it they didn't want to leave. But now Madison looked up at both signs, Platform 9 and Platform 10. "It doesn't exist," she added and threw her hands up into the air in frustration.
"We've got fifteen minutes to find this so called Platform and board the," Abby read off her ticket, "Hogwarts express."
"Let's just try and not attract that much attention from the muggles while we look," Silvia said in a monotone voice. She didn't seem to be herself lately, but the others didn't ask because they thought it had something to do with the accident back at their school and they didn't want to relive the memory.
"Maybe it's hidden by magic and there's a password you have to say to get in," Amber offered almost as she were thinking aloud.
"If it had a password they would have told on the ticket or letter now wouldn't they?" Rosalina said with a bit of annoyance in her voice. She was getting fed up with standing around doing nothing and time was slowly slipping by. If they didn't hurry, they'd miss the train and then how would they get to Hogwarts?
"Maybe, just maybe, there's a hidden passage way," Megan stated. She glanced to her left and saw nothing but a pillar. She glanced to her right and saw, yet again, another pillar. She looked straightforward and saw a train that was ready to depart from Platform 9. Then she looked down at her feet and saw nothing but cobblestones cemented to the ground. "Or maybe . . .. there is no Platform 9 ¾," she corrected herself almost giving up.
"I swear, every year this place gets more and more packed with muggles," a voice came from behind Amber.
Muggles? The girls thought, then turned around and saw six redheaded people and one black-haired boy walking towards them. The second smallest redhead was pushing a cart with a white snow owl on top of five trunks. The two redheaded twins were talking to the black-haired boy about something that must have been exciting because they seemed really enthusiastic about what they were talking about.
"Alright, you have ten minutes to get onto the platform and onto the train. Have a good year and send us an owl once a month. Fred you first," Mr. Weasley said. One of the twins grabbed his trunk and walked right into the pillar between Platforms 9 and 10. The six girls did a double take then looked back in amazement. The other twin grabbed his trunk and ran head on into the pillar. Amber shut her eyes in fear that he was going to crash into the bricks, but he vanished just as well. Next was the black-haired boy, then the redheaded girl. Rosalina walked up to the man and turned slight pink from embarrassment.
"Um, excuse me, I don't mean to sounds rude or anything, but I was wondering . . . can you help us," she stopped and looked for words, but none came out.
"Do you need help getting onto the platform?" Mr. Weasley asked the girl in front of him.
"Yes," Abby answered for her. Rosalina looked next to her and smiled at Abby.
Mr. Weasley smiled slightly then looked back at Ron and nodded. Ron moved the cart right in front of the pillar and ran as fast as he could for the pillar and disappeared just like the other had. "You walk right into the pillar and it takes you right onto the platform. Better do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous," he answered, "Better hurry now, train leaves in seven minutes. I suggest one right after the other and don't dilly-dally." Then he walked away leaving the six to get onto the platform on their own. For about two minutes they stood there staring at the pillar. Madison's race was turning a slight shade of red from annoyance.
"I'll go!" she yelled and ran straight for the pillar. Amber winced thinking that she wasn't going to make it, but just like Ron, she went right through the pillar. Next Rosalina followed by Megan. Abby took hold of the cart and ran with all her power straight into the pillar and disappeared.
"Go ahead Silvia," Amber offered still clutching her cat close to her chest.
"Oh, don't be such a baby, it can't be scary if they made it. Fine," she scoffed. She walked gingerly into the pillar and vanished. Amber was left alone standing there looking at the pillar and looking around at the muggles. She glanced down at her watch, she had 5 minutes to get onto the platform and board the train. She held her cat close and ran full tilt towards the brick and cement pillar. With a gust of wind she was infront of a large black and red steam engine with a sign reading HOGWARTS EXPRESS right there on the front of the train. She looked to her left and saw Megan flag her down. She ran and they both got on the train only to find that all the compartments were filled up. They noticed that Rosalina, Abby, and Madison hadn't found seats either. Silvia was sitting two compartments ahead next to a boy that looked at least two years younger than she was. He wore Hogwarts robes and had blonde, almost white, hair gelled back. They felt the train's engines start up and the wheels begin to turn. They looked out the window closest to them and saw the station start to slip away as they started to head forward.
They were on their way to their new school, Hogwarts, but first things first, where were they going to sit?