A/N: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in a Nutshell. At least for the first few chapters that is. Nothing really belongs to me, as this is only a fanfiction. Everything belongs to JKR. Enjoy-CCG

Chapter Five

Off to the Wizarding School

Harry watched his aunt and uncle drive off. His uncle having a laughing fit the entire time. After his shopping trip, Hagrid had taken him back to privet drive. His family ignored him, which was fine. Harry went straight to his room and unloaded his stuff. He sat in the middle of his room, in front of his bed and began to flip through his textbooks.

He bit his lip and smiled as he went to switch books; a letter fell to the floor. He picked it up and opened it. It was from Hagrid.

"Dear Harry,

You need to be at King Cross, before 11 to catch your train. Just go through Platform 9 ¾ to get to the Hogwarts Express. Here's your ticket.

Hagrid.

"Platform 9 and ¾?" Harry muttered.

During dinner Harry had asked his uncle if he could take him there. He agreed but only because they were taking Dudley to a doctor up by that way. During the car ride, Harry told them about his ticket. His uncle laughed. His aunt began to fuzz with Dudley.

They had dropped him off and left. Harry sighed and looked around the station and walked over to the platforms 9 and 10. He looked at his letter. "Go to platform 9 3/4." He looked up and saw a handful of red heads stop on the other side of the platform. He watched them. There were 6 if them, 4 boys, a girl, and a plump woman, the matter obviously. The boys each pushed their own carts. The girl stayed by the mother's side.

The curly haired ginger went first. He pushed his cart at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Harry shook his head and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Did he just see what he thinks he saw? The woman turned back to the other boys, "Okay, Fred, you're next." She said to the boy on her right.

"He's not Fred, I am." The boy to her left claimed. "Our own mother can't even tell us apart." The woman looked slightly shameful.

"Oh I do apologize, go along then George."

"I'm only joking I am Fred." The boy to the left replied and ran at and into the wall and vanished. The boy on the right, George, followed after him.

Harry took his hands off his cart and placed his palms on his temples. "Oh wow." He exclaimed and lowered his arms. He made his way over to the family. "Um, excuse me?" The last male ginger stopped in his track and turned towards him.

"First time to the platform?" he asked Harry.

"Oh blessed you. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well." The mother started. "Where is your escort?"

"Escort?" Harry asked.

"Yes, the professor from the school that's to escort you to platform 9 ¾. Every first year muggleborn gets one." The mother replied.

"Oh well, not me."

"No matter, come, come." She opened her arms wide and gestured him. He came and made it so that his cart was facing the wall. "Now all you have to do is run straight between 9 ¾ and you'll go right through."

"You should run if you're nervous." The girl started.

Harry nodded and took the girls advice. He closed his eyes as he drew near the wall and waited for the crash. When it didn't come, Harry opened his eyes and gasped. He stared wide-eyed and mouth opened the crimson train that displayed the name, 'Hogwarts' Express'. Harry was still in a daze when he felt a hand slap on his back. "Best get a move on mate if you want a seat of your own." It was one of the twin boys. His brother wasn't far behind him. He was standing next to a dark skinned boy with dred-locks. They came over.

"Check out this beauty." The dark skinned boy said holding up his tarantulas.

"There not real of course." One twin replied.

"But our brother Ron would think so." The other one responded.
Harry chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, something that didn't go unnoticed by the boys.

"Look here boys, we have ourselves a celebrity."

The one closest to him said and grabbed his trunk. "Let me help you with that, I'm Fred by the way, that's George and Lee."

The three boys helped him get his stuff into an empty compartment, leaving soon after to find poor Ron and torture him endlessly. Harry sat down and sighed, he had forgotten about his celebrity status in the wizard world. Harry turned his head to the window as the train began to move. The boy who lived, Harry scoffed, that was nothing to celebrate about.

"Do you mind everywhere else is full?" He questioned.

"Not at all"

"I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley." He said and then looked away, embarrassed. Harry stared at him bemusedly. "You're not muggle-born; Fred and George told me who you are." Harry closed his eyes in understanding. "So do you have the scar?"

Harry sighed and lifted up his bangs. Ron smiled, "Wicked, well I mean… not the part about your parents but, -"

Harry smiled and waved him off. They fell into an easy conversation. The trolley stopped by. Harry had never seen nor had the money for such candy, so he bought 2 of everything. Ron watched longingly as Harry dropped his stash on the seat. He offered Ron some, stating that he couldn't eat it all by himself.

"So we have, Berti Bott's Every Flavored Beans, not something I enjoy too much and…-"

Harry picked up another box. "These aren't real frogs, are they?"

"It's just a spell, besides it's the cards you want." Ron started shoveling more candy into his mouth; he pouched it in the side of his mouth like a squirrel so that he could finish speaking. "I have so many at home."

Harry opened the box and watched as the chocolate frog, come to life and hop and stick itself to the window. It climbed up the open glass and jumped out. Harry chuckled, "It's like a fortune cookie. You don't eat the cookie you just read the fortune. Ron took a bite of a piece of thick licorice "What's a fortune cookie?"

"Never mind."

The door their compartment slid open. The person entered. It was the blond Harry had met in at the Robe Store. Behind him were two oversized boys, probably around the same weight as his cousin.

"So you're Harry Potter then?" The blonde asked. "I feel a bit daft for not recognizing you before. This is Vincent Crabble, and Greggory Goyle, and I'm Draco Malfoy.

Ron snorted. Draco snapped his hand and the gingers direction. After looking him up and down, he scoffed. "Laughs the poor weasel. Think I couldn't figure out who you were? Red head and a hand me down robe..." He turned his head back to Harry." I'd watch who I was friends with if I was you."

"Lay down with the dogs, come up with fleas."

The boys jumped and turned to the hallway. Harry turned his neck so that he could see who was out there. It was the girls from Diagon Alley. The dark skinned girl stepped in. "Simmer down there, Juliet"

"What did you just call me!" Draco asked.

"You know Romeo and Juliet? From the way you said Malfoy and Weasel. You must have a bitter family rivalry." She lifted her hands and shrugged. "And since you seem a bit more womanly, you got cast as Juliet."

"Whatever." He muttered he pushed passed and stormed off.

They watched them go for a moment before turning back to the two boys. Hermione smiled. "So you're Harry Potter?"

Harry smiled, he didn't know why, but he felt like she honestly didn't care.

"And you're Hermione…?"

"Granger."

"Sydney Fawcett and what happened to your glasses?"

"I can fix that." Hermione stated.

Hermione walked over to Harry and stood in front of him. She pulled her wand and pointed it at Harry's face. He looked a little nervous. "Oculus Reparo." Harry's glasses were fixed. He pulled them off and exclaimed, "Wow, thanks."

"I know a spell too." Ron said. "Watch this." He turned to his seat, where a rat, seemingly dead, was. "Sunshine daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow."

Nothing happened Sydney coughed. "Awkward." Ron glared at her. "What did you just come in here to show off?"

"No, we came to ask if either of you had seen a toad." Sydney replied.

"A boy named Neville's lost one." Harry and Ron both shook their heads." We'll we should probably get going and you should probably get going, and you should probably change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." Hermione waved and left the compartment.

"You have dirt on your face right there." Sydney pointed at his nose before saying goodbye and leaving. Ron scrubbed his nose and growled.

"I hope I'm not in their house."

A/N: Ha I completely changed a characters name. Oh well. –CCG.