A/N: I don't have the book with me so I might've messed up lines and the order of things. Sorry. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Must I repeat myself? Refer to chap.1
Harry awoke with a loud pounding in his head and a bruise on his left leg. His pain was a mere side dish to the real shock. He was in Platform 9 ¾. He looked around wildly, realizing he, his owl, and his trunk were sprawled on the floor.
Oh, his owl! Harry had been heartbroken after Hedwig's death in the past-or was it the future. He had naught a second to spare as he looked hurriedly for Ron. No matter what Fate said, the Weasley's were-are-his family. Far away he heard a mother hen leading her ducklings, and instructing the way. "Muggles and their ideas, Arthur would-".
Harry's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he heard the familiar voice of Molly Weasley. Perhaps they could help him in all his confusion. But…Fate had said this had messed up the original timeline. Harry certainly didn't want to do it a 3rd time.
So his feet stayed glued to the floor, never budging an inch. As the voices grew fainter by the minute, Harry let out a sigh of relief. He had nearly ruined everything. But it would seem odd for him to immediately know the way through the portal, so yet again he waited for more suspicious chatting.
The eleven year old wizard waited silently for some more minutes before hearing a familiar and rapid voice. "Mum! We're running late. I didn't put that many books in there, Dad, could you pull a dash faster? We're on a schedule!"" cried a bushy-haired bucktoothed girl.
Harry nearly cried with joy at her impatient voice. He hurried to her aid, picking up a box she had dropped in her rush. "Uh, here you go Her-err, what is your name" he quickly covered, remembering he wouldn't have known her name already. She eyed him suspiciously but relented with a feeble "Hermione Granger". She took in his unruly black hair, liquidy green eyes and lightning bolt…..
'Oh. He's Harry Potter, that boy from The Darkest Wizards of Time. He had been compared to the defeater of Grindelwald, supposedly the most evil wizard of time'. Harry interrupted her thoughts with his own introduction. "I'm Harry Potter. Are you going to Hogwarts as well?" he asked, knowing perfectly the answer. She nodded. "Could I ask how I'm supposed to get there?". Hermione's mother, a thin brunette woman interrupted. "You can come with us if you would like" she invited, smiling with shining pearl teeth. Of course, Harry remembered their profession as dentists. Hermione and Harry smiled wildly at this idea.
"According to the directions, we just have to run through this wall. Apparently it's a portal of sorts to The Hogwarts Express" Mrs. Granger instructed, lowering her voice as a Muggle family passed on by. "That's the train to get to school" Mr. Granger chipped in. Hermione rolled her chestnut eyes. "We know Dad" she sighed, exasperated with her family.
Hermione gave her parents a big hug and kiss on each cheek, and murmered her goodbyes. Harry hiself shook their hands and thanked them for their help, and together the two entered the wizarding world.
A/N: Longest chapter I've written. You're reviews rock, guys. Remember to visit that lonely blue bottom right under here. Hey, do you guys like annoying Ron or Ron that doesn't appear much? R&R!