I wake up early the next morning and check that I have everything on my Hogwarts list, excited and nervous, I decide that I would get changed in my Hogwarts clothes on the train as we drive towards London, with Mr. Jacey making jokes the whole time and Gran ALWAYS asking questions.
When we arrive at King's Cross station at about ten forty, I get a trolley to put my suitcase on and Mr. Jocey hands me a card where it's written platform nine and three quarters. Nine and three quarters?
"This way! This way!" Mr. Jocey keeps on saying as we walk down station.
Once we get to platform nine and I see platform ten right after, I stop in the middle of my tracks. Mr. Jocey and Gran spin towards me with furrowed eyebrows.
"What's wrong, Kayla?" Gran asks me.
"Is this some kind of joke?" I ask Mr. Jocey.
"What are you talking about?" Gran asks again looking from me to Mr. Jocey.
"Platform nine and three quarters is where we are 'supposed' to be." I sigh.
"Nine and three quarters? But there is no such thing." Gran says to Mr. Jocey.
"And here's where I prove you wrong again, my lovely muggleborn witch and muggle. Follow me and you will absolutely fine, I promise." He says as we hesitantly follow him towards the barrier between platform nine and ten.
There are also other people there with bright ginger hair and clothes with their colored faded. There is a girl of about six or seven with long ginger hair, holding onto her mom's hand tightly, a boy of about Harry's age with messy ginger hair, two boys of my age who by the looks of it are twins, a boy about a year or two older than me who looks very serious, another boy who is messing around with his younger brother, and one last boy who looks quite a bit older than me.
"Okay, Bill, you go first." The mother instructs and the older looking boy runs STRAIGHT AT THE STUPID BARRIER!
How much more stupid can you get?
"Nothing to worry about, Kayla. All you will have to do is run straight at it." Mr. Jocey says with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at the ginger haired family as I stare at him with big eyes. "Those are the Weasleys. Arthur Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic, which is the main magical community of Great Britain with the attention to keep the magical law. You have to be quite successful in Hogwarts to get a job as important as working in the Ministry."
"Have you gone mad?" Gran asks motioning to the barrier, which the boy just ran through and disappeared. "Kayla can't go through that!"
"Of course she can! She's a witch."
"Well then what about me? Am I just supposed to follow and break my face running into a HARD CIMENT WALL?"
"I doubt that would happen."
"Is that so?" Gran challenges him.
"Yes. Because you won't be joining us through the hard cement wall. You will be, hopefully, waiting patiently here, for my return while Kayla joins her fellow classmates on a journey which will blow her mind."
Grandma stands their dumbfounded as I try to cover my laughter by sneezing or coughing.
"I hope that her mind doesn't blow literally…" she mutters watching the ginger haired mother call her next son, Charlie.
"Not literally." Mr. Jocey answers back quietly.
Once all of the children and mother run throught the wall, Grandma hugs me tight and kisses my head many times.
"I don't want you to leave sweetheart!" She says kissing my cheeks. "But you have to." she says regaining composure. "This is going to be your new life now. Boarding school... in a magically school which i hardly know about... and i found out that you are now a witch... Anyway," she says shaking herself out of her thoughts. "I want you to have a great time at Hogwarts, be safe, be sensible, and come home for Christmas. Promise me?"
I promise. Mr. Jocey gives me a little push towards the wall.
"Run, don't stop and don't be scared. Got it?" he asks me.
"Er, sure." i say uncertainly and nodding my head to try and convince myself that it's going to be alright.
I run, pushing my trolley to the VERY solid looking barrier. People just walk past and don't even glance at me. The wall is coming quicker and quicker to me and i close my eyes to afraid to watch myself smash into the wall.
But i don't smash like i thought. In fact... I'm still alive to see a scarlet steam engine waiting next to a platform with a sign overhead which says 'Platform 9 3/4, Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock.
I made it. I made it to a platform which i never thought existed. I look behind me and see Mr. Jocey coming through after me.
"Let's get you on that train!" Mr. Jocey shouts over the noise of people talking.
"Mr. Jocey? Do you work for the Ministry?" i ask suddenly as we search for a not too busy compartment.
"Yes i do. I'm the Minister of Magic's assistant, Cornelius Fudge."
We put my trunk in the train and he wishes me good luck before telling me to quickly get a seat. I wave him goodbye and carry my trunk to an empty seat near the window where there is another girl there who looks like a year older than me. I kinda sit in front of the girl awkwardly, looking at the window, waiting until the train moves.
"Are you muggleborn, half-blood or pureblood?" she asks me, casually flipping through a newspaper with pictures of people waving.
"Muggleborn." i say happy and relieved that Mr. Jocey explained me the differences.
"Oh." she says raising her eyebrows. "I'm Scarlett Naoce. Pureblood and Slytherin in second year."
"Slytherin?" i ask confused.
"Yeah, Slytherin. One of the Houses at Hogwarts." she repeats. "And you are?"
Damn that Jocey! Trust him to not to tell me that there are Houses at Hogwarts.
"I'm Kayla Myrason. Muggleborn and first year." i add quickly at the end.
"Do you know what House you want to be in?" she asks me, checking her painted finger nails.
"Um, i guess Slytherin."
"Yeah, Slytherin is a good House. Got Professor Snape as Head of House, won three times in a row the House Cup."
I nod my head, silent. God, this is awkward.
"Fred, George. Stop teasing Ron and Ginny about Hogwarts." I hear a motherly voice snap from outside the train.
I see lean over the seat and see the ginger family again.
"Charlie? Where are you?" the mother asks.
"Right behind you, Mom."
"Oh, Fred! Look at your hair! Did you even brush it this morning?"
One of the twins tries to avoid his mother as she catches him and takes a small wooden brush out of her handbag to brush his wild hair.
"Mom! People are looking at you like a mad woman. No need to make my skin bleed with that damn brush of yours!"
"Language!" she snaps.
"Has little Freddie been a bad boy and hasn't brushed his hair?" the other twin mocks.
"Shut up."
"And you George Weasley, aren't in any right to mock your brother when you've got so much food around your mouth, it's unbelievable!" she says now cleaning up George.
"Now," she sighs. "Bill?"
"He's coming now."
The oldest boy comes up next to the family.
"You guys still have a while of school to go. I've only got one more year! Then I've got no more Flinch, or Professor Snape, or-" he gets cut off as the twins jump on him.
But William has complete control over them as he holds both of them easily in headlocks.
"Bill, that's not how a Prefect is supposed to behave!" his mother shrieks.
"Sorry mother." He says acting innocent, dropping both twins on the floor.
"Honestly." She mutters. "Boys."
"When will we get to have new robes like Bill?" asks Charlie.
"When you are a Prefect. All right, now all of you better get on bord – no, not you Ron!" she shouts grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the train. "Bill, send me an owl when you get there. Charlie, you be extra good this year. Don't let being the Quidditch Captain get in your way and keep helping Hagrid with those funny animals he has in his hut. Percy, try to relax a little in your studies and make new friends. You're doing just fine and we are very proud of you. As for you two," she says addressing the twins. "Obey the Hogwarts rules, stay out of trouble, don't get detention, study EXTREMELY hard, -"
"Okay, okay, we get it!" the boys say at the same time.
A whistle sounds and their mother rushes them on the train, kissing them goodbye on the cheek.
The train starts moving and i look outside as we pass everything quickly. I must be smiling like a crazy person, because Scarlett just kind of looks at me like if saying 'Seriously?' and then goes back to her newspaper. I try to regain composure but it's hard to do when you're going to a freaking SCHOOL OF MAGIC.
Anla
"You sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve." - Ginny Weasley