Chapter 6:

Now, that I am in Kings cross station and checking the ticket that Hagrid gave me, I wonder what Hagrid was thinking when he didn't give me the instruction to platform 9 ¾. If he believes, as I am sure he does that I am ignorant to this world why didn't he tell me how to get to the platform. And now I am in trouble. I have to find a way to find how to enter the platform without it looking suspicious. Finding a way to find something that you already know is always harder than finding it in the first place, trust me.

And here they are a bunch of obvious wizards and witches. I wonder why they are so obvious and why they are talking about magic stuff so loudly. I smell Dumbledore's nasty smelling shoes.

They are a very odd family. A fat woman with five kids, four boys and a little girl, that all of them have bright red hair and freckles, and I can tell you there is no difference, not even a small one, between two of boys. They have given a new meaning to the identical twins. Believe me.

And here we are. I'm going to my Shy and uncertain personality.

"Excuse me," I said with a very shy and little voice.

"Hello, dear," she said. "First time to Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed to her youngest son.

"Yes" I said. "The thing is- the thing is, I don't know how to-"

"How to get on to the platform?" she said kindly and saved me from boring myself into dead with my own shy act. After I nodded, she explained to me how to enter the platform. And send me in. For the first time in 5 years, I wished I could've trusted people. She was nice and more importantly she was a mother with red hair. I wish my parents were alive. I need them. Looking around me on the platform 9 ¾, I see every student with their parents or in some cases with their guardians who at least have bothered to accompany them. I can imagine they are standing right behind me; their eyes are shining like Aunt Petunia's did when Dudley was wearing his Smeltings' uniform, but the problem is I cannot imagine their touch of kindness and assurance because I have never experienced one.

I find an empty compartment and put my trunk in a corner, I sit in front of the window and I watch what I long for, someone to say goodbye to. Oh, well it has its own benefits. For example, I'll never feel homesick.

I watch the red hair family until all of boys get in the train and the train starts moving. The little girl runs after the train until it was too fast for her. What I wouldn't give for a sister like her, someone who cares.

"Anyone sitting there?" it was the youngest red-hair boy. I shook my head. He sat down. Ignored him, well I'm shy, you know. While I was looking for a book to read, the door slid open and twins came in. I stopped found my book but continued pretending to search, so I can easily eavesdrop.

"Hey Ron" one of them said. "Listen, we're going down the middle of the train –Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there." Ron winced. I wonder which one he doesn't like, tarantula or this guy Lee Jordan. The other twin elbowed the other one and pointed to me with his head.

"Hey you" the more observant twin said. "Has Ron introduce himself?" I don't like this conversation at all. I don't want to introduce myself. I shook my head and close my trunk, open my book and start pretending to read. As my luck wanted to prove its poor again, the twins didn't get the hint to shut up.

"We are Fred and George Weasley and this is Ron our little Brother." One of them said. I nod my head as a greeting, after all, I was still hoping they would leave well enough alone, and return to my book. But Ron interrupted me.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"James" I mumbled very fast and put my head behind my book again. Ha, take that luck. After all my middle name is still my name. The stupid twins proved to be the smartest of those three and finally take the hint. They left me alone. This Ron guy though, is a completely different matter. He is the nosiest, the loudest and the most unintelligent that … well I would have said that I have ever had the misfortune to meet, but I have met the Dursleys, so…

Oh, no, he couldn't take a hint. He just sat down on the opposite seat. And started talking to himself, I believe, considering that I was pretending to read a book. Although in almost an hour, he managed to tell me his whole family history, from his father to his little sister, from his career choices to his distance Squib cousin's job in the Muggle world. It was… illuminating.

Although it took him almost two hours to take the hint, he didn't disappoint me, and finally took it. In the blissful silence, I started to actually read the book.

As much as I enjoy reading… /what a beautiful sentence. I really have something that I enjoy./ any way I was saying:

As much as I enjoyed reading, I couldn't concentrate. I was curious. I wanted to know about this world and its people. I put my book away and got out the compartment. At first, I was intimidated. It was scary, too many people and not enough distance between them and me. After a while of hovering at compartment's door, I as always over come my fear. I just needed to exercise my profession, being unnoticeable. I just observed them. They are just a bunch of stupid, over excited, spoiled, carefree, normal teenagers, whom I'm jealous of. I want to be one of them, but fate, the bitch, has given me a lemon and … I try and try to make lemonade, but it just keeps on giving me more lemon and not enough sugar.

Anyway, listening to their conversations was educational. You want to know how could listening to some kid babbling about his summer to his friend be educational. Well I give you some examples:

If I want to read a newspaper, I can easily justify it by saying it's for Quiditch news. Or right now wizarding world is at peace and nothing especial has happened for a long time.

When I saw the trolley lady coming, I went back to my compartment. I saw that Ron guy had left. As the saying goes, the less the merrier. I bought a little of every candy that she had and put them in my trunk. I am full. I had a full British breakfast, courtesy of the Dursleys' fear of some unknown wizard that cares about me. Imagine that.

I went back to my book. Sometime in the late afternoon, that Ron guy came back. Really, that guy can talk! And he just talks nonsense. It's as if he just likes to hear his own voice very much. After about an hour of Ron's talking, we finally got there.

I just couldn't believe it. I was here at last. After so many hours, days, weeks, months, years of dreaming, hoping and pleading to whichever God that is out there, I was finally away from the Dursleys for real. No more beating, no more painful nights alone in the cupboard, no more…

Oh, god. I am free of them at last. I know there is more to come; it may even be worse; BUT it wouldn't be them, my own blood.

I want to jump, to dance, to yell my happiness. However, it is not the time. We had arrived at Hogwarts, and the rest of my damned life is ahead of me.

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