Hey y'all! I'm back! On Christmas Day, I'll be headin' to the Golden State for some Vita D. I may or may not have time to type up the next chappie on the plane. Also, there's a poll on my profile that I would like all of you readers take. So far, only one person has taken it and this has to do with Mary's love life. In addition, I noticed that I only have a few reviews, so I would really love it if we got about 20 reviews. Now that all of the business is done, here's Chapter Six!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs. I don't have the papers to prove it.

Onwards!

Chapter Six

September 1st, 1991

After Harry and I had gotten back from Diagon Ally, the Dursleys seemed to be, well, scared. This was surprising, yet amusing at the same time. They treated us as if we were going to turn them all into pigs and treated as if every chair we sat in presented nobody. After a while, it got a bit depressing.

I spent the next month reading the textbooks and mentally chanting the3 spell words while my owl, Stuart, and Harry's owl, Hedwig, flew in and out when it's dark out. Harry just read the books that Dudley left on his shelf.

On the day that I was to board the train, I woke up at five and dressed into an olive green and black outfit in the bathroom. The Dursleys were going to a hospital in London to remove Dudley's tail that Hagrid had jinxed when I had fainted back in July and they would drop us off at King's Cross on the way there. When I got back into my room, Harry was awake and dressed as well. While waiting for the Dursleys to get up, I snuck out with Harry to drop off a "present" Terra's house. It was wrapped in newspaper and placed in a box. I promised Harry to tell him what was inside on the train.

Several sleepy hours later, we stood at where the gate should be with our belongings on a cart and the two cages holding the owls perched on top. All I saw between gates 9 and 10 was a brick column and a metal bar. Someone bumped against me and since I was holding the cart, the trunks, guitar case, cages, and me went flying all over the place. Hedwig and Stuart rolled away, screeching and gathering unwanted attention. I fell on my knees and luckily, my glasses didn't fall off.

"Sorry, mate," I heard a boy say. I turned and saw that he had red hair, a bit of dirt on his nose, freckles, and brown eyes. He looked about my age and when he shouted "I'll be back in a minute, mum!" I saw that the person he had shouted to had an owl. The woman was very plump and was surrounded by a little 10-year-old, two twin 13-year-olds that looked like the type to play pranks, and a very pompous-looking 15-year-old.

I turned back to the boy, "It is okay. That's happened to me lots at school. The Prep Queen absolutely hates me for some weird reason. Same goes for my twin Harry." I nodded my head at Harry who waved. The boy squinted at Harry and asked, "Say, have I met you two before? 'Cause for some reason, Harry's name sound familiar."

"Dunno," I said, while I cursed the fact that Harry and I were The Twins. I really wanted to stay undercover until I got to Hogwarts. "But can you please help me gather my stuff?"

"Oh sure," Ron said. Within about a couple of minutes, I had the owls, trunks, and the guitar case back on the cart. I turned to the mystery boy and said, "Thanks. What's your name? I'm Mary."

"Ron," he said, turning a bit pink.

"Do you know how to get to the platform?" I asked.

"Dunno," he said. "Let's go ask mum."

I called over Harry and introduced the two boys then walked over to Ron's mum.

"Oh, there you are Ronald," the plump women said. "I thought that you were at the food court, but it turns out that instead of food, you've brought back a girl and boy, twins by the look of it."

"Hello, ma'am," I said, holding out my hand. "My name's Mary and this is my twin Harry."

"Well, it's a pleasure meeting you, Mary," she said, shaking my hand. "My name is Mrs. Weasley."

"Mary and Ron, sittin' in the tree," I heard the twin boys whisper, making Ron blush an interesting shade of pink, possibly fuchsia. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"Oh Fred and George," Mrs. Weasley scolded. "You stop teasing Ron right now, or else I might as well unpack all of your comic books right now."

"If you don't mind," I said quickly to save Ron from more embarrassment. "Can you tell us how to get on Platform 9 ¾?"

"Ah yes. Percy, could you go first to demonstrate how it's done?"

The 13-year-old, who was probably Percy, straightened his back and walked towards the column as if he was going off to war. When he was halfway there, he gathered speed and where he should've collided and cracked his skull, he disappeared.

"Now you go next, George," Mrs. Weasley.

"No, I'm Fred," said the addressed twin, although I figured that he was really George. "Honestly, can't you tell us apart, mu-ther?"

"Oh fine, then Fred goes next."

"Just kidding, I'm really George." He zoomed into the column before Mrs. Weasley could lecture him. Fred did the same.

"Well, then how about Mary goes first next?" I nodded my head and did the same as the twins. When I closed my eyes for the collision, I heard a train whistle. Opening my eyes, I saw a red and black train with the words Hogwarts Express painted in glittering gold. I smiled to myself and stepped aside right when Harry almost crashed into me. Instincts. Always handy.

So, whaddaya think! Don't forget to review! Flames will be used to burn my homework and warm up the fireplace and toast marshmallows over here.

~Annabelle4.0

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