Okay so I found the squiggly line (~) so I can use it on Italy's "Veh" Because previously, I couldn't find it so I had to use a straight line, which doesn't emphasize his cheerfulness ((-.-)) yeah so...
(Zantetsuken Reverse, is this better?)

Harry's POV

"Er - Uncle Vernon?" Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening. "Er - I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to - to go to Hogwarts. "Uncle Vernon grunted again. "Would it be all right if you gave me a lift?" Grunt. Harry supposed that meant yes. "Thank you. " He was about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke,"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?" Harry didn't say anything. "Where is this school anyway?" "I don't know, " said Harry, realizing this for the first time. He pulled the ticket Hagrid had given him out of his pocket. "I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock, " he read. His aunt and uncle stared. "Platform what?" "Nine and three-quarters. " "Don't talk rubbish, "said Uncle Vernon. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters. " "It's on my ticket. " "Barking, " said Uncle Vernon, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross. We're going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't bother. " "Why are you going to London?" Harry asked, trying to keep things friendly. "Taking Dudley to the hospital, " growled Uncle Vernon. "Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings. "

Harry woke at five o 'clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn't want to walk into the station in his wizard's robes - he'd change on the train. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Hedwig was shut safely in her cage, and then paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up. Two hours later, Harry's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys' car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to Harry, and they had set off.

They reached King's Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry's trunk onto a cart and wheeled it into the station for him. Harry thought this was strangely kind until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face. "Well, there you are, boy. Platform nine - platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?" He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all. "Have a good term, " said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Harry turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three of them were laughing. Harry's mouth went rather dry.

What on earth was he going to do? He was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig. He'd have to ask someone. He stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry couldn't even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o 'clock, but the guard said there wasn't one. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. Harry was now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large owl. Hagrid must have forgotten to tell him something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. He wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket inspector's stand between platforms between nine and ten when he noticed one of the foreign kids from the other day. It was the boy with the long black hair and the panda on his back... which was still there? Where pandas even allowed? Harry didn't recall bears being on the list of animals you could have.

"Excuse me," he said, succeeding in getting the foreigner's attention,"Do you happen to know how to get to Platform 9 3/4?" The chinese boy looked at him confusedly," I was about to ask you the same thing, aru," he responded,"If I can find my friend, he might know where it is," Almost as soon as the boy said that, the rest of the foreigners (and that british boy) came up to them," Excuse me," said the british boy,"But do you know how to get to platform 9 and 3/4?" "No," Harry answered,"I just asked him," Harry pointed to the chinese boy. Harry went back to thinking about the wand idea when a group of people passed just behind them and he caught a few words of what they were saying. "- packed with Muggles, of course - - "Harry swung round, and the foreigners followed him, as they had also heard what Harry had.

The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming redhair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry's in front of him - and they had an owl. Heart hammering, Harry pushed his cart after them. They stopped and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying. "Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother. "Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go, too?" "You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first," What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it - but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished. "Fred, you next," the plump woman said. "I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" "Sorry, George, dear," "Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone - but how had he done it? Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there - and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere. There was nothing else for it.

"Excuse me," Harry said to the plump woman.

"Hello, dears," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles and a long nose.

"Yes," said Harry. "The thing is - the thing is, we don't know how to - " "How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Harry nodded. "Not to worry," she said."All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron," "Er - okay,"said Harry. He pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid. He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that barrier and then he'd be in trouble - leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run - the barrier was coming nearer and nearer - he wouldn't be able to stop - the cart was out of control - he was a foot away - he closed his eyes ready for the crash - It didn't come... He kept on running... He opened his eyes.

A scarlet n steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven O'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, He had done it. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks. The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. The foreigners slowly appeared behind him, each giving a gasp and a "wow,". Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an emptyseat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again." "Oh,Neville," he heard the old woman sigh. A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd. "Give us a look, Lee, go on," The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.

Harry pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove and heave his trunk toward the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice he dropped it painfully on his foot. "Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he'd followed through the barrier.

"Yes, please," Harry panted. "Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!" With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment. "Thanks," said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "What's that?" said one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar. "Blimey," said the other twin."Are you-?" "He is," said the first twin. "Aren't you?" he added to Harry. "What?" said Harry. "Harry Potter," chorused the twins," "Oh, him," said Harry."I mean, yes, I am,"The two boys gawked at him, and Harry felt himself turning red. Then, to his relief, a voice came floating in through the train's open door. "Fred? George? Are you there?" "Coming, Mom," With a last look at Harry, the twins hopped off the train. Harry sat down next to the window where, half hidden, he could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying. Their mother had just taken out her handkerchief. "Ron, you've got something on your nose. "The youngest boy tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose. "Mom - geroff" He wriggled free. "Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" said one of the twins. "Shut up," said Ron.

"Where's Percy?" said their mother. "He's coming now," The oldest boy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and Harry noticed a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it. "Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-" "Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea," "Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin."Once - " "Or twice - " "A minute - " "All summer - " "Oh, shut up, " said Percy the Prefect. "How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" said one of the twins. "Because he's a prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term - send me an owl when you get there. "She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins. "Now, you two - this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've - you've blown up a toilet or - " "Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet," "Great idea though, thanks, Mom," "It's not funny. And look after Ron," "Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us," "Shut up," said Ron again. He was almost as tall as the twins already and his nose was still pink where his mother had rubbed it. "Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?"

Harry leaned back quickly so they couldn't see him looking. "You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?" "Who?" "Harry Potter!" Harry heard the little girl's voice. "Oh, Mom, can I go on the train and see him, Mom, oh please... " "You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?" "Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there - like lightning," "Poor dear - no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform," "Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?" Their mother suddenly became very stern. "I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school," "Harry?" Harry heard an american accent say, "what's so special about him? HAHAHA, I'M THE HERO!" Harry looked outside his window again. That american boy from earlier was standing next to red-haired family and was striking a weird pose. The poor family looked horrified, "He survived You-know-who," The mother whispered. "Who?" he asked. Just then the train whistle sounded, telling them it was almost time to go.

"Come on, you bloody wanker," said the american's british friend exasperated "It's almost time to go. Now stop being an annoying git and come on, everyone else is already on the train," "Aww, but Iggy-" "I told you to stop calling me that!" The british boy's face was flushed a bright red from the nickname. The american laughed, "Dude, stand back, I'm going to enter the train like a hero," The american backed up and ran to towards the train, and then he jumped and landed on two feet into the train. "HAHA," he laughed loudly," I DID IT!" "I thought super heroes flew?" the british boy asked. "Spiderman doesn't, and neither does Batman," The voices faded away as they walked further into the hallway.

Oh, America, what are we going to do with you? LONGEST CHAPTER EVER FOR ME YAY!