Hello again!! I thought I'd give you all two chapters to nibble on, seeing as this one's just a shortie.

Disclaimer: I don't own all that great HP stuff - it belongs to JKR, of course! I do own Sarah, my OC and some other stuff.

Chapter Two

After our day of shopping, the remaining days and weeks of summer vacation just seemed to fly by. Before any of us knew it, it was time for me to leave for London. We decided to send me on the three a.m. flight because I might sleep in too late at a hotel and miss the train. This way, I could sleep on the plane and have a bite to eat before taking a taxi straight to King's Cross Station. We arrived at the Lester Pearson International Airport in Toronto an hour early and were waiting restlessly for my departure to be called over the P.A. system. I couldn't believe how little stuff I had brought – just two suitcases, my broom case, my violin case, my purse and my carry on suitcase! I was beginning to be afraid that I had forgotten something...no, I had my robes...my wand was in my purse...Bili and her cage were already underneath the plane...and all of my books were packed (they must have been because my dad was certainly complaining a lot about the weight of my luggage). But I had no time to dwell on that, for my plane had been called on the P.A. system.

"Departure 519 to London, England is now pre-boarding. If you have a small child, are a senior citizen, need extra help from our staff, or are a person under the age of eighteen, please head to Gate 6 immediately, and..."

"Well, that's you, Sarah," my dad stated, rolling my carry on towards my gate.

When we got there, we said our quick goodbyes (Mom got a little teary-eyed), and promised to write at least once a week. I took a deep breath and boarded the plane. Contrary to our plan, though, I was way too excited to sleep. A few hours later I was just starting to drift off, when our captain came over the speakerphone to say that we've started our descent into London. My exhilaration mounted as we drew closer to the ground. The captain mentioned the time and I fixed my watch to his. 'Woah,' I thought, 'it's only nine o'clock. I definitely have time for a bite to eat.'

It was about a quarter to ten in the morning by the time I was finished eating. Since I had no clue as to where King's Cross Station was ('I should have looked that up at home,' I thought grumpily), I thought I'd better get going. I hailed a taxi within the next five minutes and hopped in. It took nearly three quarters of an hour, but we eventually got there. I paid the driver what he asked, plus a tip (we'd had the currency changed before I'd left) and got out of the car.

-end flashback-

And there I was: on the inside of King's Cross Station, with the bulky letter inside my hand. I pulled out Professor McGonagall's instructions to read, once again, the part about the platform barrier. I checked my watch, and saw that it was 10:35 a.m. I was still a bit hungry, so I went inside, bought a crumpet and hot chocolate and sat down at a table with my luggage. Bili started screeching a bit in her cage, so I gave her a few morsels of the crumpet. That quieted her down. It was ten to eleven when I finished, so I pushed my trolley up to the platform barrier between platforms nine and ten. 'Now,' I thought, 'I've just got to walk straight into it.' Making sure the Muggles weren't looking at me, I walked quickly to the wall. I was breathing hard and bent my head just as I was to collide with the wall. I closed my eyes, expecting a horrid crash, but – nothing happened. I stopped and slowly opened my eyes. Widely. A large, scarlet steam engine with the words "Hogwarts Express" engraved on it was looming over me.

'I did it!' I thought triumphantly, as a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Then I remembered I should go straight to the conductor and give my ticket in. As I pushed my way through the immense crowd (for there was a whole lot of people), I found that the conductor was wearing scarlet robes – 'probably to stand out from the mob of black robes,' I reasoned. I pulled my ticket from my purse. I walked up to the conductor and presented my ticket.

"Thank you," he said politely. I started to heave my luggage onto the steps of the train. "Would you like some help?" he asked, noticing my trouble.

"Yes, thank you," I panted, handing my heaviest suitcase to him, as well as my carry on and violin case. He muttered something to the suitcases, tapped them with his wand, picked them up as though they weighed no more than a feather and disappeared into the train. I quickly grabbed my second largest suitcase, my broom case and Bili's cage, and hurried after him. I followed him into an empty compartment near the caboose, where he placed my suitcase, carry on and violin case in the overhead section. I positioned my second suitcase and broom case on top of them, and Bili's cage went on the seat beside me.

I took a look around. 'Woah,' I thought again, 'this compartment could easily fit six or seven people.' I gazed out the window as the train started to pull away from the station. Outside, there were so many waving parents and small children. Some of the children were crying for their brothers and sisters, wishing they were going with them. I thought of my family. Even through all my excitement, I already missed them. I sighed, pulled out a book from my purse, and started to read.

Yay! Second chap's up!! Hope you liked it! Sorry for the shortness, but please R&R! I'd really appreciate it!!!!!!