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They stood between platforms 9 and 10. Damian huffed. "Father, are you sure those tickets say platform 9 and ¾?" Bruce Wayne narrowed his eyes at the tickets. PLATFORM 9 ¾, they said quite clearly.

Samantha played with her new pet fox, which was curled up on her shoulders. Zatanna had taken them on a little excursion to Diagon Alley, so they could get a taste of the wizarding world and, if they wanted, get pets. Samantha had seen the fox in the corner and had immediately taken to it, cooing over it at petting it. The fox, ascertained to be a female, had taken to her as well. Samantha had named it Cliste Madreen Rua Charaday-Wayne, which her brothers and father thought was a bit long, but she insisted. Although, she did agree that Cliste Madreen Rua Charaday-Wayne should be called Rua for short. Her brothers had all opted against pets.

But the fact remained, they were standing at the supposed entrance way to the wizarding world... and they had no idea how to get in. "Hey, look!" Tim pointed at a group of people who were attracting quite a few strange looks as they made their way towards where the Bat Family was standing, due to their strange clothing and the owls they carried. "They must be wizards." They watched as the wizards walked straight past them, towards the wall between platforms 9 and 10.

The wizard family stopped a few feet from the wall. One of them broke off from the group, walking quickly towards the wall, and - disappeared. The Wayne/Grayson/Drake/Todd/Charaday family stared. "You just walk into the wall?" Jason asked. "That seems to be the trick," Bruce said. As heroes who worked with magical happenings on a daily basis, they were not fazed by this realization. All of them had dealt with illusions and such where the truth contradicted what your eyes were telling you.

After the wizard family was gone, they walked towards the wall, looking as natural as anyone around them. "I'll go first," Dick said. They all looked towards their father for his approval. "Yes," he said. "Dick goes first. I'll go last." Dick pulled his trunk of the cart and hefted it. The big trunk didn't look all that hard for him to carry. It wasn't. After all, Richard Grayson is a vigilante and the original Boy Wonder. Dick grinned. "See you on the other side!" "Stop with the pathetic jokes, Grayson." Damian growled. "Sheesh," Dick muttered. "Tough crowd."

He walked towards the wall, and, as predicted, disappeared. Jason went next, then Damian, Samantha, and Tim. Bruce had had misgivings about sending his little birds away for so long on their own, but he knew they could handle it. He breathed out through his nose, and walked through the wall.

No one in the BatClan looked particularly surprised at the huge, bustling platform through the wall. They'd seen stranger things. They stood for a minute. "Come on," Dick said. "We should find an empty car." They all nodded in agreement. Dick set his stuff down, and hugged Bruce. "Bye, Bruce," Tim and Jason did the same thing. Damian set his things down. He stood for a second, as though unsure of what to do, then stepped forward and hugged his father. "Good-bye, Father," he said. Samantha hugged Bruce around the waist. "Bye, Daddy," she mumbled into his shirt. He hugged her, and then, pretending to step forward to help Dick with the luggage, he said lowly, "Remember, every Saturday at 5 o'clock. Get a little ways away from the school. M'gann and J'onn will attempt to establish a psychic link." "Right," Dick muttered.

They boarded the train. They'd quickly managed to find a compartment to themselves. Damian and Samantha pored over their new school books. Samantha huffed. "This hardly makes any logical sense!" They all looked at her. "Because magic is so logical," Jason deadpanned. "No, I see what she means," Damian said. "Look. All of it's kind of thrown together. No real order. These writers don't really know what they're doing." They all looked at the books. Samantha and Damian were right. "Well, if you think about it, if every single grown wizard stopped with regular schooling in fifth grade or never got any in the first place..." Dick started, "No math, no science, no sentence structure, no basic grammar..." Tim added, "You're left with an adult society that hardly has any basic comprehension beyond that of a fifth grader." Samantha finished, flopping down on the seat.

"I hear something," Jason said. They all looked towards the door. There was a faint sound of wheels squeaking and creaking. "Some sort of snack cart?" Tim suggested. They all listened as it stopped, then started again. "It's right next to the door," Tim announced. Everyone gave him deadpan looks. "We can all tell, Drake," Damian said grumpily. The door to their compartment opened. "Hello, dears," a cheerful old lady said. "Anything off the trolley?" They exchanged glances. Dick spoke for them. "Sure, what do you have?" "Well..." She looked a little at loss, as though she wasn't asked that very often. "the chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's every flavor jelly beans are always popular." No one in the Bat Family was very fond of jelly beans, due to an incident that had involved Killer Croc, a flame thrower, and jelly bean factory. Dick glanced at his siblings, asking in what the Justice League and the team called 'Bat Speak', Do you want chocolate? Sure. Yes please! Whatever. Um, Yeah, I'd like some. (AN: Can you guess who said which one?)

"We'll take five chocolate frogs, please." The lady looked confused. "Don't you want to ask...?" She trailed off. Dick raised an eyebrow. "I did," she blinked. "Then.. that will be a sickle and two knuts." Dick fished the money out of his pocket and gave it to the lady. She handed him the candy, then trundled off, muttering to herself. The compartment door closed behind her.

The Bat kids grinned at each other. They were still disgruntling, even in this world of oddities. Good.

They turned their attention back to the chocolate candies in their hands. "You think they're magic or something?" Jason asked. "It's chocolate," Dick said. "What harm can it do?" Jason, Tim, Samantha, and Damian shared looks. They all knew to be cautious of anything with magic, but Dick was a little blind when it came to chocolate. Dick saw their looks. He sighed. "You guys are going to make me open it first, aren't you." He said it as a statement, not a question. They all nodded. "Fine."

He unwrapped the chocolate frog, slowly. Nothing happened. All the bats were still tense, staring at the candy in Dick's hand, expecting... something, to happen. The frog leaped out of Dick's hand, towards the door, closest to Damian. His hand snapped out and grabbed it out of the air. Tim grinned. "I guess everything about this place is magic," he said. "No kidding," muttered Dick, holding up the other thing that had been in the wrapper. "Collector's card?" Samantha asked. "Probably," Dick answered. "But check out who's on the card," They all looked at the laughing, beautiful woman portrayed on the card. "Morgan Le Fay?!" Tim exclaimed. "Yeah," Dick said. "And get this. 'Morgan Le Fay was a powerful witch who served under King Arthur. Known as the Lady of Lake, she is most famous for crafting King Arthur's sword, Excalibur. Sadly, she was killed in the takeover of Camelot.'" This was met with disbelieving looks. They could all confirm, from personal experience, that Morgan Le Fay was not dead, she was not benevolent in any way, and did not create Excalibur. Morgan Le Fay was very much alive, and her and her son Mordred were quite the nuisance.

They spent the rest of the time reading their school books and meditating, and, of course, teasing each other. When Damian, sitting by the door, noticed people starting to change into their robes, they did too, with a lot of complaining about the immobility and impracticality of wizard robes. They all were wearing more practical clothes under their robes, and they were armed. Damian had his knives, and Dick, Tim, Jason and Samantha had their birdarangs. They all had collapsible bo-staffs in accessible places. All the boys had found places for their new wands inside their sleeves, ready to come out at the flick of the wrist. Samantha fit hers inside a holster in her knee-high black boots.

She woke Rua, who'd been napping in a corner, and the fox curled herself around Samantha's shoulders. The five bats stood, facing the door of their compartment as the train ground to a halt.

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