Chapter 13: Platform 9 ¾

We awoke to a beautiful day, it was September 1st, 1990 and we were headed off to the Kings Cross Station in London; and as a yearly tradition... we were running late.

I say; have we ever headed off there without running late?

I don't think we ever have...

"Boys! Boys, hurry up!" Molly hollered from the kitchen.

Fred and George were running down the staircase, only to realize they'd left their broomsticks up in their bedroom and had to double back. Meanwhile, Percy was at the head of the staircase hurrying down, his arms filled with books. The crash was inevitable. Percy's books, parchment, inkbottles and quills spilled out of his arms and came crashing down.

"Oy! Watch it Percy!"

"My essays! My notes! They're ruined!" he fell to his knees.

"Boys!" Molly yelled once again.

"Mum! Where's my stripped jumper!?" Ginny's voice was heard from upstairs.

Just then Ron came hurrying down the staircase, skipping over Percy's homework. "Argh!" he tripped and rolled down the remaining steps. "Scabbers! There you are you bloody rat!"

"Mum! Were going to be late!" Percy told her frantically picking up his things.

"Mum!!!- Ginny was cut off by a loud whistle. All the commotion stopped abruptly.

"All right! Enough!" Molly huffed and took out her wand. "Accio! Accio! Accio!" she summoned all of Percy's dropped things, Ginny's jumper and the twins' broomsticks.

One by one they filed through the kitchen, pulling their trunks, grabbing a snack Molly had prepared earlier, loaded their trunks into the Ford Anglia, and took a seat in the back of the car in an orderly fashion. This was a tactic they had learned well throughout many September 1sts in many previous starting of terms.

The car ride wasn't that long, but it was cheery, each Weasley talking excitedly about the upcoming year. Their parents were reminiscing whilst Fred and George tormented a very nervous Ronald.

"Here we are!" Arthur beamed.

"I'll go get the trolleys, come on Ginny" Molly said.

"Have a nice term boys!" He helped his kids unpack and waved goodbye. Then he got back in the car and headed off to work.

Once they had all their belongings secured to a trolley, they approached the platform.

"Oh my! This place is packed! Full of muggles of course..." Molly commented tugging Ginny along. "Now, what was the number of the platform?"

"Nine and three quarters mum!" Ginny piped up "Mum can't I go too?"

"You're too young dear. Now hold still" Molly motioned to her eldest son, who was polishing his prefect badge "Percy, you first"

Percy pushed his trolley through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and promptly disappeared.

"All right Fred, you next" She motioned towards her son.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George!" he said indignantly "Seriously woman, and you call yourself our mother..."

"I'm sorry George dear..."

"I was only joking, I am Fred!" He gave her a sheepish grin and disappeared through the barrier, closely followed by George.

They stepped onto Platform 9 ¾; the place was packed with students and their families.

"Oy! Fred! George!" Lee screamed across the crowd "Over here!" he was surrounded by several Hogwarts students.

"Hey Lee!" Fred greeted.

"What do you have there mate?" George pointed at a shoebox Lee had in his arms.

"Something wicked" he grinned at the surrounding crowd of students. "Me uncle got it from Africa!"

"Let us see Lee!" a fellow Gryffindor pleaded.

"Yeah come one Jordan!"

Lee gently lifted the lid and everybody around him screamed as a hairy thing peeked out.

"Whoah!"

"What is that!"

"It's a baby Acromantula!" he gave a sheepish grin.

"Ouch! Blimey!" somebody screamed in pain.

George turned around, it was a scrawny little dark haired first year trying to board his trunk.

"Want a hand there?" George offered.

"Yes, thank you" the little boy panted.

"Oy Fred! Come help!"

They each grabbed the end of the trunk and lugged it into the train securing it tightly into a compartment.

"Thanks" The dark haired boy wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Hey, what's that?" George pointed at the boy's forehead. He had a shiny scar on it.

"Woah... are you really...?" Fred began.

"It's him" George assured and motioned to the little boy. "You're him right?"

"Who?" he asked in slight confusion.

"Harry Potter!" they said in unison, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Oh...him" realization hit him "I mean, yes, I am"

George stared at his brother open-mouthed.

"Fred, George are you in there?" Molly called from outside.

"Coming mother!" they glanced at THE Harry Potter one last time and ran outside. Molly was wiping getting out a handkerchief.

"Ron, you have dirt on your nose" she said. Ron tried to avoid her but failed horribly.

"Mum, stop!" he stepped aside.

"Aww, does wittle Ronniekins have something on his wittle nosey?"

"Shut it!" he snapped at them.

Ah... I remember that! Then we told Mum about Harry Potter

Then we asked her if she reckoned he still remembered You-Know-Who

And then she got all mad at us and told us not to dare ask him that

Seriously... we're not THAT tactless...

We got on the train, the Ginny started to cry...

"Aww don't worry Gin, we'll owl you very often!" Fred yelled out the window.

"Yeah, And we'll even send you an exploding toilet seat from Hogwarts!"

"George!"

"It was only a joke Mum!"

The train started moving and they were headed to Hogwarts once again.

Well, that's all for now!

We're running out of ink... (A/N- I really DID run out of ink!)

A/N- Yay! I finnally updated! Sorry if the words aren't exactly word-by-word according to the first book... I only had a copy of it in spanish... so Review please! I actually think this is my longest chapter yet!