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One thing for sure, one thing I found I hated, was being left alone at a train station. So there I was, sporting normal attire and a heavily loaded trolley, trying to figure out what the Sam-heck I'm doing here, when I realize my guide, Hagrid, had abandoned me. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't know the law, but I'm nearly positive that leaving an eleven year old girl alone at the bloody London train station was against it!

I watched as men in pressed suits ran about with phones glued to their ears and as frantic women tried to round up their gaggle of children, but there was no sign, what-so-ever, that any of these people could be of magical lineage. I dug my heels into the concrete flooring, trying to find traction as I pushed the heavy trolley away from the door and towards the center of the station's activities.

Large advertisement signs were plastered everywhere, along with helpful ones that lead you towards the bathrooms, ticket counters and the different million platforms they had here. I looked around for any sign that would say 'Platform 9 3/4', but I couldn't find one, no matter how hard I tried. You would have thought Hagrid would have mentioned its whereabouts to me, I was only introduced to the wizarding world a month ago!

I knew better than to ask someone for directions to Platform 9 3/4, knowing I would only attain weird locks and suspicious glares. I plopped down on a brightly colored bench, resting on leg on my knee as I re-tied my shoelaces. "Packed with Muggles-"

My head snapped up, wincing slightly at the stinging sensation that had started to form at the base of my neck. I rubbed at it, looking around for that voice. For some reason unknown to me, my attention fastened itself on a rather plump witch with ginger hair, her own gaggle of brightly haired children following behind her. "Alright Percy, you first."

I frowned when the boy stepped forward, trailing his trolley and ran straight at the brick wall before him. I braced myself for the sickening crash of flesh against brick, but when none came, I peeled my eyes open. He was gone! He had simply disappeared! I looked around wildly, to see if anyone else had seen, but no one had.

"Alright Fred, you next." She focused her gaze a set of two boys, twins, focusing on one of the boys in particular.

The one she had motioned at gaped at her, looking so horribly offended. He stuck a finger at the boy beside him. "I'm not Fred! He is!"

The other boy 'tsked' her softly, shaking his head in a disappointed feature. "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother."

She frowned apologetically. "Oh I'm sorry George."

He rolled his trolley around, a mischievous look on his freckled face. "I'm only joking, I am Fred."

His twin grinned at his mother, quickly following behind the other.

I took a hesitant step forward, dragging my cart behind me. "Um excuse me ma'am... could you, uh..."

She put her hands on my shoulder, glancing at the wall I had just gestured at, squeezing my shoulders in a creepy way, my conscience screaming at me to throw it off. "How to get on the platform dear?" She laughed lightly, though I didn't see what was so funny,squeezing her daughter own shoulders. "Oh not to worry, its Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well."

She motioned behind her, towards a boy who seemed about my age and most likely was since this was his first time too. He waved a hand lamely, which I replied with my own lamely shy smile.

"Now," she told me, drawling out the word. "all you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best to do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."

Her daughter smiled at me kindly. "Good luck."

"Thanks." I muttered. I rubbed the palms of my hand over my jeans, nervous. I gave a sigh and ran head first in the direction of the wall, mentally and physically bracing myself for the crash. But like before, none came, and I was soon on the other side of the wall. I gazed around, trying to take it all in. The hundreds of students trying to tear themselves from teary-eyed mother. Friends reuniting. Others running onto the large scarlet train that gleamed magnificently in the light.

A boy with dark skin and dreadlocks stood a little ways away, a large box in his hands. Students piled around him screaming. "Give us a look Lee, go on!" A hairy leg popped out of the box in response, causing the students to squeal in delight.

I walked towards the train, staring oddly at the large black steps, wondering how in the world I was going to lug my trolley up them. A freckled hand appeared on my shoulder, startling me. "You need a hand?"

I turned to look up into startling bright blue eyes, instantly becoming speechless. He cocked his head, a wide smile appearing on his face. I nodded awkwardly. "Yes please."

He looked over his shoulder. "Oi, Fred! Come help with this."

The boy ran over, helping his twin heave my trunk onto the train. Fred stood back, giving me a long searching look. "Aw, look what we have here. A little firstie. You remember when we were like that George?"

"Oh, I do. Seems like only yesterday." He wiped away a fake tear, hand over his heart.

The same boy stuck his hand out. "George Weasley. And that thing over there is Fred."

"Hey!" Fred cried out indignantly.

I grasped his hand firmly. "I'm Hope. Hope Potter."

"A Potter?" Fred asked me surprised.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, a Potter. Didn't know Harry Potter had a sister did you?"

"No I did not." Fred replied happily, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he looked around.

George rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Come on Fred, lets go find Lee, I hear he's got a giant tarantula. See ya Hope!"

I grinned. "Bye."

I hopped aboard the train, using the side bars to pull me up. I had neared the end of the train, finally finding an empty compartment, when I was bombarded by an overly peppy dirty blonde. "Hello! I was just walking by when I noticed your hair! Is it natural?" She tugged at a lock of my hair.

"Um, yeah." I replied awkwardly, giving her a weird look. "It is."

She bobbed her head happily. "Its nice!"

"Thanks." I mumbled uncertainly as she walked off to talk to a blonde-haired girl who was about to enter her own compartment.

"Who was that?" An amused and curious voice asked from directly behind me.

I gaped and turned around. "Hermione!"

She smiled back at me, enveloping me in a hug. "Hope!"

As we pulled apart, opening the door to the compartment I had snatched. "No idea, but she's crazy. I hope I don't get sorted into the same house as her."

Hermione laughed, storing her trunk into a compartment above out heads. "Knock on wood."

I looked around and quickly knocked my knuckles into the side of my trunk. "There," I smiled satisfied. "all good.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Sure you did."

"I did." I protested. Hitting my knuckles against the side of the trunk with more force. "But I can't wait! We're almost there!"

Hermione shook her head bemusedly "Yeah, we almost are."

The train screeched and groaned as we passed the grassy fields around us. Rolling hills dipping in and out of view. Hermione and I both sat comfortably near the other, uniforms already on, both reading a book, making comments to the other on its content.

"-I'm just saying!" I said defensively over the top of my book.

"But the theory of it says-"Hermione rebutted only to be interrupted by a boy with red hair, alike Fred and George's, opened the compartment door.

He smiled sheepishly "Do you mind if I sit? My brothers are annoying me."

I nodded at the seat opposite me, remembering the boy, slipping my book into my trunk "Hi, I'm Hope."

"Ron Weasley." He greeted as he plopped down on the seat.

"Hermione." Hermione spoke, glancing at Ron's nose "Err… you got something… dirt… just there." She rubbed the bridge of her own nose.

Ron's cheeks flushed red. He rubbed at his nose furiously "Um thanks."

I glared at Hermione while she blinked at me innocently "What?"

I rolled my emerald eyes and glanced at the brown lump on Ron's lap "What's that?"

"Hmm?" Ron questioned before glancing at his brown rat "Oh… that's Scabbers, my brother's rat, but he's mine now… Bit pathetic now isn't he?"

I shrugged "A bit…"

Ron gave me a half-smile in response.

The compartment door opened to reveal the food trolley, the woman smiled at us "Anything from the trolley dears?"

Ron shook his head sadly, bringing up a bag of sad-looking sandwiches "Nah, I'm good, mum packed, I'm all set."

Hermione stood up and grabbed a simple sugar quill, saying that since her parents were dentists, they'd kill her for eating anything with too much sugar.

I rolled my eyes at her excuse and grabbed a small handful of coins. "I'll take whatever this gets me." I told her simply.

She smiled at me before helping me pick out a bit of everything on the trolley. Once I had thanked her and had all the candy piled on the floor of the compartment I stared at the two beside me. "Alright, listen up you lot. Your helping me eat this whether you like it or not!"

"You're kidding." Hermione squeaked.

"Really?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"I don't say anything I don't mean." I replied in a serious tone before grabbing a small rectangular box "Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?"

"They mean every flavor too." Ron piped up from his chocolate frog he had snatched. "My brother George reckons he had a bogey-flavored one once."

"Honest?" I asked with a gleam in my eye.

Ron quirked an eyebrow "As honest of George will ever be."

"Awesome!" I cried as I ripped open the package and picked up a pink colored bean "Strawberry."

Hermione picked one up hesitantly and popped it into her mouth, instantly spitting it out onto the floor "Oh gross! I don't even know what that was! It was... moldy and wet tasting!"

"Like… a dirty sock?" Ron suggested.

"I-I guess so…" Hermione said, scrapping at her tongue.

I popped another in my mouth and handed the box to Ron who carefully grabbed a blue one.

"Oi! Sardines!" He spat.

I chewed carefully "Oh… tastes like an envelope."

Hermione glanced at he box disdainfully, as if it would bite her at any second "That's vile."

"Want another?" I asked cheerfully as I shook the box at her.

She grinned and grabbed a grey one, looked at the color with a distrusting frown and choose a red one covered in brown spots. She sighed in relief "Cinnamon."

"Oh gross!" Ron cried suddenly "Tripe!"

Hermione and I laughed.

I picked out a larger bean that was a creamy white, topped with a pale yellow. "Why does this one just scream nasty?" I asked aloud, licking it experimentally.

Ron glanced at me "Eat it. I dare you."

"Can't back down from a dare." I shrugged and threw the bean in my mouth. My face screwed up a second later and spat the half chewed bean onto the floor, crying out in disgust and running my hands over my tongue in a vain attempt to get the flavor off "Oh god that's- oh god! Tastes like a bloody rotten egg!"

Ron snorted aloud, giving me a sympathetic look "Tuff luck mate."

"Tuff luck my arse! That bloody bean tried to kill me!" I cried.

"Hope, for Merlin's sake! It's a jelly bean!" Hermione said exasperated.

"Yes! I know! A jelly bean who tried to kill me Hermione!"

Hermione opened her mouth, but never got to speak as the train screamed to a halt. You could hear compartment doors being opened and talking ensue. A particularly loud voice cried in dismay. "I still haven't found Trevor!" While others cried happily. "We're here!"

"Yes!" I cried jumping up with my fist in the air.

"She always like that?" Ron asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm assuming so." Hermione nodded.

I grabbed my trunk "Come on slow pokes! We're here! Finally!"

They traded a glance and with a sigh, jumped up and grabbed their own trunks, following me out of the train and into the world we were soon to know. Not knowing what lay ahead, but marching forward with smiles blasted on our faces anyway. I mean, what could be worse than a bloody rotten egg-flavored jelly bean trying to murder your taste buds?