Chapter Three: Platform 9 ¾ and the Hogwarts Express
I looked at Jake, "I'm not a Mamma's boy, am I?"
"You're really still thinking about that?" Jake says making things float around the room and into his trunk. He hovered over his stuffed teddy bear for a few seconds, and then threw it into his bag.
"Yes, I am. How would I be a Mamma's boy?"
" Maybe this will jot your mind: 'Yeah, I'll do that for you mum.' 'Anything for you mum.'"
"I didn't say that."
"Your face did."
"Whatever. I'm not a Mamma's boy."
"How much do you wanna bet that you act good just because your mum is the charms teacher?"
"Nothing. Because you know I will."
"Exactly." Jake says, ending that conversation.
So I went around looking for my stuff to put in my trunk. I walked over to my side of my room, Theo and Sirius were usually here. They couldn't seem to keep a house of their own. Uncle Sirius, who isn't really my uncle in the sense of my dad's brother, but of his best friend, liked to be around my dad. In the same way, Theo liked to be around me. It was interesting. I pushed my glasses closer to my face, so I could see, and I looked for anything I might want to take to Hogwarts with me.
Before I knew it, my Mom, Dad, and Uncle were yelling at us to hurry up or we would miss the train. So we threw what was in our hands into the trunks, quickly shut them, and ran down the stairs with them. Our trunks were light even though they were filled with stuff. It was strange, even for our world. We didn't talk much on our way to the train station. Except for my mom's constant complaint of how slow the subway was, or why didn't muggles try to use magic, or why didn't they figure out a way of teleportation, like our apparition? She wouldn't stop running her mouth.
When we finally arrived at the train station, and platform 9 ¾, my dad and uncle hugged the both of us.
"We will see you guys on Christmas break, alright?" Dad says.
"James, they know. You've said it several times. Have fun you two." Sirius says, a trouble causing smile on his face. I knew what that meant. He had something going on up in his head. We smiled at them and found our way to the train.
There were parents, lots of them, and a whole bunch of first-years, our classmates. WE quickly jumped into an empty compartment, and Theodore smiled. He pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket. "My dad gave this to me, he said it was a map of Hogwarts, with all the secret passage ways marked and everything. Even where people are, and where they are going to be." He handed the map to me and placed his wand on it. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." And ink spread across the paper, into hallways and towers, and the great hall. It was amazing.
"Is this why your dad was smiling?" I say pointing at the map.
"Yep." Just as he said that two kids stumbled into the compartment. How rude that they just open it without knocking. I mean, there are such things as manners. Jacob mumbled something at the map and the ink disappeared. He then stuck it in his pocket.
"Sorry. Is it ok if we join you?" A girl asks, her hair was extremely curly and her eyes a deep chocolate brown. She was pulling a tall redheaded boy behind her. He looked extremely scared.
"Yeah, go right on ahead. I'm Harry, Harry Pott-"
"You're Harry Potter! Blimey!" The redheaded boy exclaims, "I'm Ron Weasley."
"Good to meet you." I say, why was he freaking out? Whatever.
"And I'm Harry's best friend, Jacob Black." Jake says, smiling.
"I'm Hermione Granger." The girl says, smiling.
"Nice to meet you Hermione." Jacob says, getting up to shake her hand. He was a little too friendly to girls, or most anything that didn't have a Y chromosome.
"The pleasure is all mine." She says sitting, next to me.
Jake sits back down.
Ron sits down across from Hermione.
"So…. Are you looking forward to going to Hogwarts, Hermione?" I ask.
" Yeah. What house do you think you would want to be in?"
"Gryffindor or Slytherin!" Jake yells.
"Gryffindor, both of my parents were Gryffindors. Sorry about Jake, most of his family was in Slytherin, Except for his dad. His mom was a Ravenclaw. But we try not to talk about her. She died a while back." I explain.
"I'm sorry." She says.
"Don't be! She was always a nasty old bitch anyway." Jake says, staring out the window.
"You shouldn't say that about your mum, Jake." I say.
"Why start lying now?"
"Well, good point, comrade."
And that is how it carried on for hours. Ron was quiet, while Jake, Hermione, and I talked. Eventually the train came to a stop. My heart skipped a few beats, I was finally at Hogwarts.
A/N: How was that chapter? Longer than the others? Review please?