The Hogwarts Express

Harry woke up to Hermione's voice and a hand shaking his shoulder, "Come on, Harry, wake up. We're going back to Hogwarts today!" she said this with a bit of excitement in her voice in hopes that it would make him more excited about waking up so early."

"If it's anything like it was last year, I'd rather sleep late, thank you," he threw his pillow at her, which she ducked just in time. It hit Ron, who had just sat up groggily in bed, knocking him clean over the edge of his bed, "Oh, sorry mate!"

When Harry and Ron were dressed, they both headed down to the kitchen for breakfast, "Mum, why are we up so early today? We don't have to be on the train 'til eleven,"

"Because I'll not have us all rushing and nearly killing ourselves trying to get everyone packed into the car at the last minute!" she replied as she served eggs and sausage to everyone at the table.

After breakfast everyone piled their belongings outside to await the car that would take them to the train station. Harry was ready so he decided to step outside since the weather was nice for early September. After five minutes the car finally arrived.

"Everyone, the car's here!" he yelled through the door, not knowing that everyone was too busy gathering the last minute snacks for on the train or sweaters in case they got cold. Looking in at the driver, he was occupied reading the Daily Prophet, waiting for his charges to arrive.

Harry finally glanced at the four rather large trunks and the cages full of pets and a few extra bags for things that wouldn't fit in the trunks, "Might as well get this stuff put in so we're not late."

When he put the last bag into the enlarged trunk, he looked up to see Hermione; her eyes were wide and she was staring right at him, "What?"

"Harry, you just lifted all of our luggage by yourself with barely any effort and you didn't even break a sweat!"

"What are you on about…" but thinking on it, it should not have been that easy for him to put all of the luggage away himself. When he made this realization, he just stared right back at her, just as wide-eyed.

They continued to stare at each other until Ron and the rest of the Weasleys arrived, "Wow, how'd you both get all the luggage put away so fast?"

"I-I used a charm," said Hermione. Harry didn't know why he was so grateful that she lied for him.

"Alright then, everyone, let's load up," said Mr. Weasley. Everyone piled into the car for the upcoming trip.

King's Cross Station

"Clark, I don't see why we had to bring our bags; they are very cumbersome," Kara complained as they walked towards what they thought would be the right platform.

"We look less conspicuous this way; people think we're here just traveling on a train like everyone else," he rolled his eyes before looking at the many signs and finally finding a map display, "Funny, there isn't a sign saying where to go for Platform 9 ¾."

"There has to be," she looked at the map, "According to this the platforms are all in chronological order. Let's just head over to platform 9 and go from there."

"Alright, that's a good idea."

They silently made their way over to platform nine and immediately began looking for the elusive Platform 9 ¾.

"I don't see it anywhere," said Kara, frowning.

"Excuse me," said Clark, signaling a portly security officer, "Can you tell us where we can find Platform 9 ¾?"

The man just glared at him, "People your age should know better than to waste my time with foolish pranks and looking for imaginary platforms!" the man walked away before Clark could question him further.

Clark and Kara began searching frantically but to no avail.

"Do you think that she told us wrong on purpose?" asked Kara, her temper rising.

"Why would she do that? She wanted to get us out of her house. If she gave us the wrong information then she'd know we'd just come back angry." Clark was still looking around trying to locate the platform, using both x-ray and telescopic vision. Giving up, he noticed a group of children nearby wearing some sort of uniform, obviously going back to school for the fall, "She says he's going to school, right?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"He can't be the only one in all of England going to this school. What if we both focus out hearing and listen for anyone that may be getting on the same platform as Harry?"

"I guess it's worth a try," they both walked over to one of the brick columns, out of the way. They both closed their eyes and began to focus their hearing on the voices all over the train station, receiving only a few strange looks from the passers-by.

They continued listening for several seconds before, "Ah!" exclaimed Kara, rubbing her ear as if in pain.

"What happened?"

"A friggin' train whistle," she stopped rubbing her ears but glared at Clark when he began chuckling, "What?"

"It's just I remember that it took me a while to learn not to focus that hard when there's a possibility of high pitch noises."

Kara gave him a sharp shove for having fun at her expense. It was then that she heard it: 'so where is this Platform 9 ¾?' She stiffened when she heard it.

"What is it, Kara?" asked Clark, but she shushed him as she concentrated further.

'We're almost there son. It's the wall straight up ahead.' It was a man's voice. Looking around, she saw the small family that the voices belonged to. She gestured for Clark to follow the family with her as they headed for the wall between platforms nine and ten.

"I can't believe our little boy is finally on his way to Hogwarts," said the mother, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.

"I know; time flies doesn't it?" said the father as he ruffled his sons hair, "Now do it quick to make sure that no muggles see us," Clark and Kara watched in astonishment as the small boy pushed a large cart straight towards the wall. They were expecting a crash but the boy seemingly melted into the wall, followed soon after by his parents.

Kara looked to Clark uncertainly before she stepped forward and placed a hand on the wall. To both their surprises, it went right through. With a quick shrug and a 'What the Hell,' look back at Clark, she pushed through the rest of the way.

"Kara!" Clark said when he saw her disappear into the wall. He sped through as fast as he could, almost running into her on the other side, "Kara, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Clark; But look at this!" they both looked around wide-eyed and open-mouthed at all of the people crowned next to the large red train. Looking up at a sign, Clark saw that this train was the Hogwarts Express. Everyone seemed to be frantic, getting their things aboard the train and saying their goodbyes. Everyone was so caught up that they didn't even notice Clark and Kara. It also didn't hurt that they weren't the only ones dressed normally as they noticed some that were dressed in robes.

"This is weird."

"Do you see Harry anywhere?" asked Kara as they both looked around.

"No, not yet," they both began looking through the crowd using their x-ray and telescopic visions. They began walking around as well so that they wouldn't get in the way of the traffic coming through the wall. The platform was soon full enough that they could barely move without bumping into someone.

"There he is!" said Clark, pointing to the entrance, which was now all the way across from them due to their movement. Looking around and focusing her x-ray vision, she saw him too. He was walking with a group of red-heads, a brown-haired girl and a large grisly-looking man that must've been eight feet tall. On either side of him was one of the red-heads and the brown-haired girl; they both looked to be about his age and all three were pushing carts loaded with trunks and pet cages. Both Clark and Kara were confused that he owned an owl, but that was the least of their concerns.

"How do we get to him?" asked Kara.

"I don't know; it's too crowded here to get all the way over there." Just then, the train whistle blew, and everyone was scrambling to get on the train. Moving with the crowd, Clark and Kara climbed onto the train, unnoticed by the other passengers, to await their chance to meet Harry.