Harry groaned as he walked towards platform 10. Curse Mors for not telling him exactly where the platform was, or how loud it would be. Honestly. The nerve of his familiar. Then he saw a family of redheads, the matron of whom was currently yelling about muggles and platform 9 3/4. He was fighting a headache as he approached them to ask how to get on the platform, when he noticed three others, clearly part of the family, but yet not. He tapped the boy who reminded him of an eagle on the shoulder. The boy and his brothers all three turned around. Harry nervously cleared his throat and asked " Um could you tell me how to get on to the platform?"
"Sure thing ickle firstie. What's your name?" asked the more mischievous looking of the the twins.
" Uh my name is Harry Potter. But please keep quiet for now." Harry begged.