"I guess I'll leave you here." Harold had taken Harriett to the train station on his flying motorcycle. Harriett was scared at first but after a while, she was having a blast. Now, they were saying good-bye. "Here's your ticket." He handed Harriett a ticket for train nine and three quarters.

"Will I see you soon?" Harriett had grown attached to Harold. He had taken her away from the Dudleys and to a much happier world. He was like a father that she was still getting to know.

"Of course! My hut is on Pigpimples! I'll see you there!" Harriett smiled and gave Harold a hug.

"Bye!"

"Bye!" Harriett rolled her cart, with her trunk and Hediweg on it, towards train nine where she stopped. She looked around to see that the next train was train ten.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" Harriett tapped the shoulder of a station manager. "Could you take me to train nine and three quarters?"

"Nine and three quarters? Trying to trick me, are you? There is no train nine and three quarters!"

"But sir-"

"I've had enough of your childish pranks!"

"Pranks?" A red- headed boy had come up to them. Harriett noticed he looked a little like the twins in front of Wealy's Wizard Wheezes, except younger. "Rachel! Pranking people again! I'm so sorry, sir! I don't know what I'm going to do with her!"

"But I-"

"Well, just be sure she doesn't do it again!"

"Oh, I will!" Harriett was very confused. The station manager started to walk away.

"Sorry about that. You must be new to this. I'm Roy Wealy." He outstretched his hand and Harriett shook it.

"Hi. Why did you tell that man I was pranking him. I need to find-"

"I know. I heard. Train nine and three quarters. I had to cover for you somehow. Muggles don't know about it. Here, I'll show you how to get to it. But first, what's your name?"

"I'm Harriett Porter."

"Harriett Porter!? Really!? Can I see your scar!?" Harriett once again felt strange that someone knew her but moved her messy hair to show the scar by her eye. "Wow. Pleased to meet you! Can I have your autograph!?"

"Ummm..."

"Oh, leave the poor girl alone! No one wants to give you their autograph!" One of the redheaded boys from the store came and elbowed Roy. "Hullo! I'm Forge Wealy! You may have heard of my brother's and my shop, Wealy's Wizard Wheezes!"

"And I'm Gred!" another redheaded boy who looked exactly the same as Forge came. Harriett shook both their hands.

"Yes. I saw you both in front of it with a girl. She seemed kind of angry." The boys looked at each other and laughed.

"That wasn't a girl!" Gred laughed.

"That was! That was!" Forge tried to finish.

"PERCY!" Roy yelled, which only made everyone laugh harder. Harriett couldn't help but laugh, too.

"Who's Percy?" Everyone calmed down.

"He's our older brother." Roy responded.

"He's a perfect." Forge said.

"What's a perfect?"

"I'll tell you later. Now, let's get to the train. We don't want to be late!" Gred got his cart and walked over to a brick post that had a sign on it showing that train ten and train nine were on each side of it. He then ran through it! He just ran towards it and disappeared into it! Harriett's jaw dropped as she stared. Forge followed and did the same thing. Roy was about to run into it but stopped when he saw the look on Harriett face.

"You know what do, right?" Harriett shook her head "No." "Okay, you just run straight into the post, in between the nine and the ten, cart first. I'll let you go first."

Harriett went in front of the post and hesitated. It was going to be hard when she was so sure that she would just hit the wall. She looked at Roy, who smiled, and looked back at the wall. She closed her eyes and ran into it. She felt like she had passed it and stopped. She opened her eyes to see she wasn't in the train station anymore. Or. Maybe she was. She didn't know. Harriett turned around to see a brick wall. Had she just come out of that? Her answer was, well, answered when Roy came running out of it. He stopped next to her. They looked in front of them and saw a big train with the numbers "9 ¾" on it. Harriett smiled and followed Roy onto the train. They walked through the isles of the train, looking for an empty cart.

"Get out of my way!" A girl with sleek blonde hair, put up in a ponytail, yelled at them. She pushed Harriett and Roy aside and two large, mean-looking girls passed in between them.

"What was that about?" Harriett asked as she followed Roy into an empty cart he found.

"That was Draca Malfly." He said, putting his things away and sitting down. "She and her bullies, Lobster and Gargoyle, are Slytherins."

"Slytherins?" Harriett finished putting away her things, put Hediweg's cage in the seat next to her, and sat down. She petted Hediweg affectionately.

"Yeah. On your first year, you get put into one of four houses. I'm a Gryffindor. You can be a Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw, a Hufflepuff, or a Slytherin, the worst house of all."

"Why is it so bad?"

"Pretty much all the wizards and witches that are put in Slytherin end up being dark lords."

"Um, excuse me?" a girl with frizzy brown hair, wearing baggy jeans and a white tank top came in. She also wore a black robe with what looked like the Pigpimples school crest on it. She had a backpack and a skateboard on her back. "All the other carts are full. Would you mind me sitting with you guys?"

"Sure." Said Roy.

"Thanks." The girl said, with relief. She walked in the cart and put her things away. "My name's Hannah Ranger. I'm new this year."

"Me, too." Harriett said. "I'm Harriett Porter."

"Really?! Wow. Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Roy Wealy." Hannah shook both their hands.