The pale, sallow skinned, 16 year old, boy stared around platform nine and three quarters and at the bright red steam engine that was to take him to Hogwarts.
His face was set in a frown, his intimidating dark grey, almost black eyes were glaring, warning anyone who approached him to stay away. Not that that was needed, there was no one in sight at all, he had come extra early, to make sure he got himself a private compartment at the back and to make sure it stayed private.
His chains on his black baggy jeans clinked as he dragged his trunk to the back of the train, his long black hair, tied back in a pony tail swayed as he fiddled with the gold stud in his left ear, something he always did when he was deep in thought.
Would he still remember him? He asked himself as he pulled out his CD player,
No matter, he will do eventually, and he placed his head phones on and pressed play.
Rock-Goth music, the only escape he had from the hellhole his life had become.