Harry stood and watched for Hermione and Ron. Where were they? It was their sixth year and they still couldn't show up on time. He looked up from his watch once again, searching through the crowd. He saw millions of people: muggles giving the first years dirty looks, as well as the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh years, first years nervously looking at the brick wall they were to run into, and loving parents giving their children "Now You Behave" speeches and drowning them with kisses and hugs. And finally his eyes set upon a large group of red heads, which was no doubt the Weasley family.
Harry shoved through the massive crowds, making sure to keep his eye on the group, slowly getting closer. Once he reached his destination he noticed that Ron's older brothers, Fred and George, had already been through the wall.
"Oh Harry, dear," His eyes lit up at hearing Mrs. Weasley's loving voice. "Ronald has gone out to look for you and Hermione, but seeing that you're here, he should be back soon."
"Oh okay. Thank you," he replied sweetly, trying not to let the disappointment seep through his voice. He had so much to tell Ron, and he looked forward to hearing Ron's stories of quidditch games and about all the silly antics Fred and George had been up to.
"It's a shallow sport and I don't see how any such thing could be appealing to you!"
"Uh! You better take that back! Shallow? In what way is quidditch shallow!"
Harry looked up and, without surprise, found Ron and Hermione bickering endlessly.
"Hello Harry," Hermione said, finally acknowledging his presence. "How was your summer? Did you finish the summer reading list?"
Harry held in a laugh as he saw Ron roll his eyes. "Um, yes actually. It's not like I had anything else better to do, except for, of course, reading and replying to you guy's letters."
With that all three of them, one by one, ran into the wall between platforms nine and ten, appearing at platform nine and three quarters: The Hogwart Express.
"Oh and I guess homework and getting good grades means nothing, correct?" Hermione asked smugly, glaring at Ron.
This was to be one interesting year…