Who likes this? Is it good enough? Should I give up? I NEED YOUR ADVICE!

P.S. All the slash and shit comes up later, be patient!

It was a couple of hours driving in the car before reaching King's Cross Station. The whole way there, Luke had been fiddling with his new wand nervously. It was a little creepy with Amelia staring at it longingly. Luke knew she was jealous that he was a wizard, but Amelia was a mature girl. She knew there was nothing she could do about it.

"Luke."

He carried on tracing the wood with his finger, thinking back to what Mr Ollivander had said. Fir, 10 inches, dragon heartstring.

"Luke."

It was a strange feeling, owning a wand. Seriously, a wand? If somebody had told him a couple of weeks ago that they could give him an actual magic wand that could cast spells he would have simply answered with: 'Bullshit.'

"LUKE!"

"WHAT!" He screamed at his sister who was now only a couple of inches away, waving a hand in his face.

"We're here!" She shouted back, not as loud this time though.

"Oh, sorry."

"You should be." And with that she gave a huff, joining their mother outside.

Luke didn't move for a couple of seconds. Hell, he COULDN'T move for a while. Goosebumps painted his skin while his face drained of all colour. Saying he was nervous was an understatement. But he knew he had to leave at sometime or another. There was only thirty minutes left before the train left at eleven. With a sigh, he flung himself out of the car door.

King's Cross was huge.

Luke just stared at it. There weren't any stations as big as this in Wales, not any he'd seen anyway. The size of the building only added to his shakiness. It was pretty intimidating.

"Luke, hurry up!" Miranda called as she made her way to the entrance. She was pushing his trunk and Zeus's cage on a trolley she had picked up.

"Coming!" Luke called back while running to catch up with the two. This was it... No turning back now...

He made his way over to his mother and sister, squeezing in between them. He stood out from the two. Amelia got her looks from their mother while Luke got his looks (which were completely different from the girls') from their father. The only thing that he didn't like about this was, well, he got his shortness from his father. It wasn't as if he was a dwarf or anything. He was just shorter than most boys his age.

His thoughts kept turning to their father after that. Their father... if only he was here to see him now... Would he be proud?

Nathan Kent, father of Luke and Amelia Kent and husband of Miranda Jones had died of cancer when Luke was three and Amelia, one. Since he died young and hadn't told Miranda anything about magic, she was suspicious about whether he was a wizard or not and if Luke had followed him. After a very vigorous explanation from the executive that came to visit them and a file that showed Nathan was indeed a muggle, Miranda let it rest.

"What number is it, love?" Miranda's voice brought him back to reality, again.

"Huh?" Luke answered lamely.

"The platform. What number is it?"

"Oh, I bet it's something strange and magical!" Amelia shouted happily, bouncing on her heels.

"Keep it down!" Luke yelled at her as a few people shot them funny looks. He pulled the ticket out of his pocket, inspecting it for a second before answering. "Weird... says Platform 9¾."

"Knew it!" Amelia squealed in delight.

"Oh shut it!" Luke raised his voice at her. "Here mam, you look." He shoved the ticket into her hands.

"Strange. But platform 9's over there and platform 10's right next to it." Her face scrunched in confusion as she pointed at the two.

"One sec, I think I read about this somewhere." Luke thought back to all the extra books he'd bought in Diagon Alley to learn a few basics of the magical world. Amelia wasn't listening to him however. She was already running straight to the platforms.

"She's not even looking where she's going! I bet she'll run straight into the barrier." Luke muttered smugly, watching her skirt flapping behind her as her skinny legs practically flew across the station. He could see her looking up to see the brick wall in front of her, but she didn't stop. In fact, she ran even faster, aiming right at the barrier.

"Come on!" Amelia's tiny voice rung through the station as she ran into the wall. Luke shut his eyes quickly. He did NOT want to see his little sister crash into a wall on his first day of school.

"AMELIA!" Miranda's voice turned screechy as she gaped at the wall. Luke opened his eyes, expecting to see his sister crying by the barrier, but she wasn't there.

They both stood there for a couple of seconds, people walking past them with looks of disgust and mumbled 'Welshies.'

Luke smirked at the wall, suddenly realising what happened. He tugged the trolley out of his mother's hands. A swift look at the clock let him know he had ten minutes left, and he started to run, leaving a bewildered middle-aged woman behind.

It was a strange feeling, walking through wall. It was like he'd broken into a million pieces, slipped through the tiny holes in the bricks, and reattached himself on the other side. That's probably not how it happened, but Luke kept that description anyway.

He was just about to slow down, only a couple of feet from the wall as the doubt slipped into his mind. To his own surprise, he sped up, rushing even faster to the wall. It felt like only a second, maybe even less. Luke wasn't entirely sure though. Time wasn't really a necessity once he'd 'exploded'.

Anyway, in a second, minute, hour or whatever the hell it was, he found himself on a foggy platform, filled with the sounds of chattering kids, protective parents and the mighty whistle of the huge train.

"Wasn't that amazing?" A particularly hyped blonde girl yelled in his ear. Luke didn't glare or scowl at her this time though, just smiled with a small laugh at her cheeriness.

Both of them just stared in wonder with stupid grins on their faces for a bit until they were joined by a horrified woman coming out of the nearby wall.

"Oh thank god!" Miranda sighed in relief as she spotted the two. She looked as if she could burst into tears any second now.

Luke and Amelia cheerily walked over to her, pulling the cart together. Luke pulled his younger sister into a one armed hug, holding her against his side.

"Okay then smarty-pants. How'd you know what to do?" He interrogated her with a cheeky smile. Amelia blushed, looking down at her shoes that she was silently scuffing against the floor.

"I read your books." She whispered to the floor. Luke squeezed her gently in his one arm.

"Doesn't matter. We'd probably still be out there if you hadn't. You're already a better witch than I am a wizard." He smiled at her. Amelia lifted her head with a slightly smug look at that. She still held the red blush on her face though.

"Right, off you go." Miranda reluctantly shooed him away as the train whistled angrily, informing everyone it was about to leave. Earlier, Luke would have made any excuse to stay here even for a second longer, but after all this - the wall, his sister, everything - he felt courageous, excited.

"Love you both!" Luke hugged them both at the same time, letting go of his things for a second.

"We'll miss you." Miranda told him hoarsely, her eyes filling with silent tears.

"Make sure you write us about all the magicy stuff!" Amelia bounced happily, kissing him quickly on the cheek.

"I will!" He called out to them as he made his way to the train, pulling his things along. He jumped onto the train with an idiotic grin, not looking back. He didn't really want this feeling to be ruined by seeing his mother cry.

Once he put his bags in the storage and Zeus with the other owls, Luke stepped up the carriages looking for a compartment. As far as he could see there weren't any empty ones. He was a shy boy, so this made him slightly uncomfortable, but he knew he had to share with someone. He went to the least crowded compartment he could find, which luckily contained two kids his own age.

His throat constricted with nerves as he swallowed. Come on Luke, you can handle saying hi to some people. He thought to himself as he reached for the handle. They both turned to look at him as he stepped in the threshold, adding to his nerves.

"Uh, h-hi... is it okay if I come in here?" He swallowed again, but less nervous this time. "All the others are full."

"Sure." The black haired boy answered him as the ginger girl scooted across the seat and smiled at him politely. He sat down next to her, silently thanking them for not telling him to leave.

"I'm Rose," The ginger girl introduced herself. "And that's Albus." She pointed to the boy opposite her.

"Hey." Luke raised his hand in a non-moving wave. "Luke." He introduced himself quietly. He was extremely grateful when they just smiled at him and went back to talking amongst each other without him. He drifted back into his thoughts after a while as he'd done a lot today.

"What about you, Luke?" He was cut out of his thoughts as he heard his name. Rose's blue eyes were looking at him as well as Albus's - surprisingly bright - green ones.

"Huh?" He half grunted accidentally. Damn nerves.

"Which house do you think you'll be sorted into?" Albus supplied him with a smirk.

"Oh, I don't know much about the houses... muggle-born." Luke answered quietly, feeling stupid that he didn't even know about school houses. He didn't think it could get any worse... until...

"Al!" Rose yelled at Albus. He'd tried covering his mouth but it hadn't worked. He was laughing hysterically, looking a little like a mad person.

Luke looked down slightly ashamed, his face turning red.

"Albus that's horrible! He can't help being muggle-born! That's like making fun of your own aunt!" Rose yelled at him again.

"No - pfft! I-I," He started laughing a little again. At least it was dying down a bit. "Oh my god! I'm sorry; I didn't mean it like that!" His laughter stopped completely after seeing Luke's face. It was Albus's face that turned red then.

"I... Well, uh... You have a funny accent..." He looked out the window, trying to ignore the mess he'd just made.

"Al! He's Welsh!" Rose slapped Albus on the arm and turned to Luke. "I'm SO sorry about him!" She tried desperately to make it up to him.

Luke just laughed though. It was much better than being called stupid. Besides, he made fun of his own accent nearly every day anyway. Albus turned to Luke with slight hope as he heard the laughter.

"Don't worry about it. I make fun of it myself a lot of the time." He reassured him. Al's face was still flushed, but now it wasn't so horrified.

"Can we just pretend that never happened?" Albus asked quickly, with a small smile now.

"Sure."

"Boys." Rose rolled her eyes at them.

They all talked for a little bit, mostly about what Hogwarts must be like and filling the gaps in when Luke didn't know about something. At least he knew about the houses now - Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. They told Luke that they were most likely going to be in Gryffindor since all their family were, and Luke hoped in the back of his mind that he would be too. Rose and Albus were pretty much the only friends he had right now.

"Hey!" A new voice filled the compartment. Luke turned around to see a slightly older boy, but not that much older, standing in the door. He looked a lot like Albus, but messier hair and brown eyes. Well, and he was taller, but still, pretty much anyone was taller than Luke.

"Al, Rosie," The mysterious boy stopped when he saw Luke and raised an eyebrow at him.

"That's Luke." Rose introduced him.

"Hey." Luke said in his usual shy voice that he seemed to get whenever he met someone new.

"Hey. Anyway have you guys seen anything... odd?" He asked them, looking at to both sides as he said it.

"No..." The three answered in unison.

"Well... if you see an abnormally large chicken... don't touch it, kay? Kay." And he shut the door in their faces, running back up to the back of the carriage, leaving three very confused kids behind.

"And who was that?" Luke asked after a few seconds silence.

"My brother James." Albus answered him with a roll of his eyes. "I've got a sister too, Lily. Two years younger than us. And Rose's brother Hugo's two years younger as well."

"Ah right. I've got a sister Amelia who's two years younger too."

"Oh, so she'll be in the same year in Hogwarts as Hugo and Lily." Rose said with a smile.

"No, because Luke's muggle-born, remember? His sister's not a witch." Albus smirked at Rose. He looked a little proud, but Luke wasn't going to ask why.

"Oh right, forgot."

"POTTER!" A high pitched woman's voice bellowed from the corridor. Albus and Rose giggled into their hands while a slightly burnt, plump woman stomped through the carriage, hair smoking.

"Who's that?" Luke asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"The trolley lady." Albus told him, surprised that he wasn't laughing.

"No not her. Potter."

"Oh right. That's James."

"Why'd they call him Potter?"

"Because that's his last name." It was Rose's turn to answer him. Rose and Albus both looked a little anxious for some reason.

"I've heard it somewhere before..." Rose and Albus looked quite worried now. Luke was a little afraid Al's lip was about to break from him biting it.

Then it hit him. He pulled up the bag he'd filled with a few books in case he had nothing to do on the train. He hadn't expected to make some friends already. He pulled out the book they needed for some subject called Defence Against the Dark Arts. Written in bold letters across the cover was: Lighting the Dark Age by Marietta Tenzey.

He flicked through the pages for a while until he found what he was looking for. A page titled: Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.

He read through it quickly, skipping the unimportant parts until he harvested what he needed.

"No way!" Luke exclaimed with a grin on his face.

Albus sighed as he saw the title.

"Yeah, that's my dad." He answered a little wearily.

"And you're Rose Weasley!" Luke pointed at Rose happily. It was her turn to sigh now.

"Yup." She answered regrettably.

Luke frowned at their lack at interest. He realised that it could get annoying having people fawn over you, but were they really this tired of it? He decided to be the good person and try changing the subject. He could always feed his curiosity later on.

"So your mother's muggle-born right?" He asked Rose. They were surprised to say the least. This wasn't what they expected.

"Uh, yeah." She answered, slightly happier.

"See! I knew muggle-borns could be awesome!" Luke screamed with over-exaggerated happiness, doing a stupid dance in his seat, flailing his arms wildly. Rose and Albus couldn't hold back their laughter at this. He did look a little more stupid than he'd meant to. Still, it worked.

"Right so I know your last names, mine's Kent." He grinned at them and they both sank back into their seats relieved.

Albus looked past Rose to see Luke smirking at them. Luke only just noticed the mouthed 'Thank you.' Al directed at him. He just winked at him in return.

This was going to be a fun seven years.

Soooooo? What do ya think? Do you like it? Do ya? DO YA! Sorry... too much. But seriously, what do you think? It would be better but my computer crashed right after I finished it and before I could save it. So I had to re-write it horribly D: Hope you like it anyway.

Luke: Why'd you make me short!

Me: Because I'm evil!

Luke: And you made me wimpy! WHYYYYYYYYYYY?

Me: Becaaaaause *Whispers in Luke's ear*

Luke: NO WAY! NO NO NO! NEVER!

Me: YES BITCH! AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT!

James: BUT I'M NOT-

Me: YOU WILL BE IF I WANT YOU TO BE JAMES!