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Harry Potter and the Baker's Batter

Chapter Five: The Bestest Friends Ever

After some period of time, that Harry couldn't figure out exactly, it was time to go to school. Harry was dropped off at the train station by his uncle, and left there with all of his stuff. He was to go to platform 9 ¾, then get on the train, and be on his merry way. However, there was a slight problem with this plan. He couldn't find the platform. It was the same kind of problem with telling time. Harry was never capable of finding imaginary invisible hidden platforms with bright orange neon signs saying "PLATFORM 9 ¾ FOR ALL CHEFS GOING TO TOMATOLEAVES;" especially if he was standing right in front of it. Harry was always extremely aware of his surroundings; which is how he managed to walk into a mob of redheads.

"Oh hello there," said a very friendly older redheaded lady, "can't find the platform?"

"Um no... I mean yes… I mean help me please," Harry replied looking around suddenly confused by the bright red hair all around him.

"Oh don't worry its Ronald's first year as well," stated the woman while shouting goodbyes at three older boys going through the platform and working on a fourth on about Harry's age. So Harry just decided to follow the other boys since the mother was attacking the fourth boy with motherly love. He then went onto the train and sat in an empty compartment. After a few minutes or so of staring blankly at the wall, the boy that was attacked by his mother whose name was Ronald walked in.

"Wow, are you Harry Potter?" questioned the boy with complete and utter amazement while pointing at Harry's scar.

"Umm…" Harry had to ponder for a moment; he sometimes forgot who he was, "oh yeah."

"Can I se the scar? Your weird hair is all in the way," said the redheaded boy that Harry didn't know.

"Umm…," responded Harry. He thought it best to comply being as he didn't know how psychotic the other kid might be, so he moved his hair out of the way showing the gigantic 'BAM' scar on his forehead.

"By the way I'm Ron," said the redheaded boy whose name was in fact Ron. And with that the two became The Bestest Friends Ever. Granted it only took two minutes, but to Harry it took 11 months, 16 hours, 4 minutes, and 39 seconds. However, Harry was never good with time. During the train ride The Bestest Friends Ever, ate junk food, shared stories of no importance, and did other eleven year old fun stuff. Then Ron thought of sharing with Harry this cool new recipe his older brothers Fred and George had told him. He was going to make a banana milkshake with his trusty blender Scabbers. Which according to Harry, was a very stupid name for a blender, although he named his toaster Hedwig (Harry traded in the owl Hagrid bought him for a toaster). As Ron attempted his milkshake a girl with very bushy hair walked in.

"Has anyone seen a mixer? Neville's lost one," said the girl that walked in.

"Err no…" The Best Friends Ever replied.

"Oh are you blending?" she questioned as Ron attempted to blend the milkshake. However, in his moment of brilliance he forgot to cover the top of the blender; thus causing all the contents to fly about the compartment.

"Well, it's not very good is it?" said the girl while tasting a little bit of the milkshake. "Are you sure that's a real recipe? I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?"

"Ron Weasley," mumbled Ron.

"Harry Potter," stated Harry.

Then the girl continued to blather on while The Bestest Friends Ever pretended to pay attention. After Hermione left, The Bestest Friends Ever changed into their school uniforms.

December 18, 2005 - Pixie and myself still here. All is quiet in the fort. Not a sound from the enemy. Just waiting. It makes me twitchier every second. We're running low on supplies. Must conserve the electricity for battle. Alpha-major-secondy-second-third out.