Wizards. We never thought they were real. Well other than the witches that put hexes on someone and sells their souls to demons to have these special powers. But we are wizards of blood. Through our mother. The reason why she died was not because of a demon, but because of He-who-must-not-be-named. We found out all of this before we went to a school that mom had gone to before she moved to America and started hunting with her cousins. I was against the idea of leaving home when I was only fifteen let alone my baby brother, who was eleven turning twelve at the end of the school year. The age that most people, uh magical people, would normally start school there.
We took a plane over to England and was supposed to meet a Mrs. Weasley and her family at King's Cross train station. Sam was looking in his suitcase and searching through it to find our tickets.
"It says that we have to be on platform Nine and three-quarters." He stated confused. "Where is platform nine and three-quarters?"
"I don't know, Sammy." I answered looking frantically around the room for any signs that read 9 & ¾, "We can ask someone who works here."
We wandered around until we found a station master.
"Hello, sir." I started and pulled out the tickets from Sam's hands. "Where is platform nine and three-quarters?"
"Hmm?" He furrowed his eyebrows as if he didn't understand the question.
"Nine and three-quarters. Do you know where we can find it?" I asked again showing him the tickets in my hands.
"What is with you children these days?" He walked away from me as I heard someone say that platform 9 & ¾ was a certain direction.
I tugged on Sam's jacket and pointed to the red headed family moving to the third platform 9 sign. We followed a dark haired kid who was also with the group. We silently followed the group before we suddenly stopped and the lady of the group was staring us down.
"Who are you two?" She asked sweetly.
"I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam."
"Oh! I am Mrs. Weasley, I will be escorting you to Hogwarts." So this was the lady that we were to trust to get us to the school.
"Where is platform nine and three quarters by the way?" Sam asked as she made her way to us, wading through all the children.
"Right there." Mrs. Weasley pointed to a brick wall in front of us. "Fred and George please show these boys how to get to the train."
"Yes mum." They obeyed and one of them pulled our luggage cart a good five feet in front of the wall and the other stood in front of us.
"Okay, I'm Fred, and what you want to do is walk straight at the wall between the platforms. Run if you want to." Fred explained.
"Thanks Fred." Sam smiled and walked over to his cart and ran at the wall full speed, which is pretty fast for him.
My turn. Taking the cart I pushed it slowly before breaking into a light jog. I was expecting to hit a hard surface and fall to the ground, but instead I found myself in another train loading station. The train was black and a red color and had Hogwarts Express printed along the side of it.
The dark haired kid appeared from behind me and slid his cart next to mine.
"Hello." He said, he looked around my age. "I'm guessing you're a muggle?"
"I don't know if that's an insult or not." I stated, keeping my head forward.
"A muggle is someone who doesn't know about magic."
"Well I do."
"I mean you have parents who didn't know until you got your letter."
"No, my mother was a wizard."
"Then you would be called a half-blood." He said. "I'm Harry Potter."
"Why are you explaining bloods to me?"
"Because if you were a muggle or mudblood, the Slytherins will pick on you. Especially-"
"Malfoy." One of the red headed kids strolled up next to Harry. "His first name is Draco."
"This is Ron. Mrs. Weasley's son."
"I'm the second youngest. Ginny is the youngest." He pointed to a girl who was talking to Sammy, his cheeks were a bright red. He must be trying to flirt.
Ron and Harry started talking about Chocolate Frogs and other things that made no sense. A girl with big frizzy brown hair coughed behind the three of us and we all looked to see who it was even though I knew barely anyone here.
"My name is Hermione Granger." She said to me before turned to the two boys who were thoroughly chatting about sweets and other types of food. "And I see you have met Ron and Harry. I hope you enjoy Hogwarts and are in the Gryffindor house." She smiled before the conductor yelled for the children to board the train.
"You can sit with us if you want." Harry offered.
"Thanks, but I'd like to sit with my brother." I turned down his offer.
"We can have compartments next to each other. And Sam can sit in the next compartment with Fred, George, Ginny, and Luna." He said, pushing his cart to the train door.
"Wait." I grabbed his shoulder after catching up to him. "Who is Luna?"
"He'll be fine, Dean." Ron assured me. "We promise."