It has only been 3 hours since the Wilson family arrived to London and everything was already set in the house, thanks to a good use of magic and cleaning charms. It looked beautiful, yet dark and threw a mysterious aura that was strangely soothing. Thomas's room was wide and spacious with walls painted black all the way up to the ceiling. Furniture stood out with the silver glow it gave matching well with other silver decorations. He felt it represented him well and he had many hiding places in such a big room.
It soon came the time to travel to Kings Cross station, so Thomas packed his most important things he was going to need. The last thing he took was Snow , his albino snake he loved more than anything. She was always near him. After counting every item and making sure nothing was forgotten, he headed downstairs where his mother was waiting for him. His father was working,probably. It didn't matter because his mother was always there for him.

"Platform 9 3/4!"

They arrived automatically on the platform where a huge train was stationed, awaiting for the students to embark. Most parents were saying goodbye to their children, some crying, some nervously giving them things they forgot. It didn't matter for Thomas, at the moment, they were all irrelevant to him. He couldn't tell who would be in his year group, because he was much taller than most people of his age anyways. On the other hand, first years were easily spottable as they were the most nervous of all the batch.
Thomas turned around to Elizabeth, and gave her a long , heart-warming hug. He whispered in her ear "Thank you, mom". And gave her a soft kiss on her cheeks.
"Please take care Tom."
After nodding to her, Thomas headed straight to the nearest train door and stepped in, revealing an old looking passageway with glass compartment doors everywhere. It was soon impossible to find one that was completely empty so he kindly knocked the door of the closest compartment, only containing two people. Seemed fair. He opened the door and faced the first boy on his left.
"Sorry to bother but everywhere else is full. Do you mind?"
"Yeah,sure." Mouthed a thick boy with a lost expression.
-My name is Thomas, nice to meet you.
-Im Crabbe and this is Goyle.
-So what year are you in? Havent seen you around. Asked Goyle.
-Yeah, im in third year.
The door slid open in a barbaric way, showing a tall blonde boy, with pale skin and washed out eyes in the door opening. He soon looked frustrated.
-Whos he?
-Im Thomas.
-What are you doing in our compartment?
-Its full everywhere.
-Whatever.
He sat down next to Thomas and stuffed his bag under the seat. He looked exhausted, but somehow still managed to look great and handsome. He slid his hand through his hair and faced Thomas.
-Im Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
-Thomas Wilson.
-Are you in fifth year or something?
-Third,actually.
-What house?
-House?
-Are you stupid?
-Im a transfer student, I've got no damn clue what your on about.
-Ah. That explains the weird accent. So where are you from?
-Australia.
The conversation went on for an hour or two, discussing various topics. Thomas learnt that Draco was very found of his pureblood status and loved letting people know. He seemed to also think of himself as very important, which was mildly annoying. But , he played Quidditch which was a common base for both of the boys to talk about. They shared similar tastes on various hobbies and slowly started bonding. It was all cut off harshly when the train slowly started stopping. Draco looked outside the window.
-Whats going on. Were far from Hogwarts. Shouldn't be stopping yet.
Thomas looked at a nervous Draco.
-Probably some technical problem.
But at that precise moment, the train lights flashed out, and the temperature dropped to an extreme, even making the windows freeze. A sudden feeling of sadness overwhelmed Thomas, giving him a strange illusion that his life wasn't worth it. He didnt quite know what was going on, so he turned to Malfoy, who seemed to have everything figured out.
-Dementors. They are the guards of the prison, Azkaban. Probably looking for Sirius Black.
-Right. In the train.
-Dont be a fool. Criminals can be intelligent.
It took a few minutes before things went back to normal, and the lights successfully reopened to clear the view, and the train moved forward again. The sense of panic in everyone soon left and normal discussions resumed. Thomas needed to release the nerves that took over him. Never ever he would show a sign of weakness in front of anybody.
He pulled out his small bag, where lied his daily addiction. He quickly snorted in a drastic amount of cocaine, and put the bag back where it belonged. Draco looked at him with astonishment.
"You do drugs?
-Yeah.
-Alright mate. You do you."
Two hours later, the train stopped at a small town which was apparently called Hogsmead. It looked cozy and friendly, with many shops and a single street. Everyone got up, Thomas closely following his three compartment mates. When he stepped out of the train, a tall, old looking professor with half moon glasses touched his arm.
-Mister Wilson?
-Yes?
-Please follow me. Since you are a transfer student you will be taken to Hogwarts before the first years.
They walked through a passageway inside a little pub and not long after, they were inside a huge castle. Thomas presumed it was Hogwarts. The professor led him near big doors that reached the tallest ceiling hed seen in his life.
-Pardon me for the rushing, mister Wilson. I am Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of this school. I will be rejoining the staff inside, please wait here for the first years as you will be lead to the sorting ceremony.
After giving the man a nod, he vanished through the doors, leaving Thomas by himself.