"Come on guys! We're going to miss the train!" England was, as per usual, taking the lead as he strode straight through Kings Cross station. America groaned. "Come on IGGY! We've still got at least half an hour so we can just chill dude!" England growled "well fine! How about you find it then! After all, you can spot Canada when no-one else knows he EXISTS half the time!" America glared. "FINE!" Russia pulled his coat around him a little tighter. "I do not think we should be fighting." America and England glared at Russia, America more so. They probably would have spurted out words that would make a veteran sailor blush if it wasn't for Harry spotting them and intruding on the private glaring match.
"HEY GUYS!" were the first words from Harry's mouth. Russia grinned and stroked his pipe "This is convenient. Da?" Nodding quickly America ran away from Russia and over to Harry, almost leaving the group behind in his mad dash. Almost. England and Russia had to sprint to catch up to him nearly tripping up random pedestrians. "Too fast for your own good!" Harry smiled at England. "So, do you guys know where the train is...?" America grinned nervously
"About that... We couldn't find it and Ivan was just about to kill-" "I don't believe it is killing, more a relief for the world." Russia had interrupted America with no remorse. Harry gave him a mildly alarmed look. "Now that, that's just... look. How about we find another Wizard or something who'll know where it is, yeah?" England nodded. "Seems reasonable, what about that group of redheads over there?"
America was once again the first to reach the other group of people. "Hey dudes! Do you know where this, err, platform 9 and 3/4 is? Because we don't. We really don't." The woman in the group who seemed to be the leader smiled down at him" Of course I do dearie! Are you first years too? My little Ronnikins is too." The only Redhead in the group looking near their age groaned out a very annoyed 'mum...' and smiled politely at them, only when his mother prompted him with a not so subtle glare though. "Come on, it's just through this wall." Fred and George, the twins of the rag tag group, were just going through. In response to their youngest brother's words they grinned a trickster's grin and ran straight through the wall. "How about you lot go first? I'm sure Ron won't mind if you go through before him after al!" a young girl suggested from behind the mother of the group. Harry half grinned at the advice and half cringed and ran through after a little advice from the Mum.
Not much time had passed by the time they were all through the barrier and on the train. America was bored, Russia was stroking his pipe and England was observing Ron and Harry's conversation with a bored interest. All of a sudden a girl pulled open the compartment door. "Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one, I'm Hermione by the way. Who are you? I don't think I've seen you around before but I can't help the feeling that-" England laughed. "You said that so quickly it's ridiculous! I'm Arthur Kirkland, this is Alfred Jones, Ivan Braginsky, Harry and Ron. No, we haven't seen a toad and I'm pretty sure we've never met before Hermione." Hermione smiled and sat down in the compartment. "Nice names! Ivan looks foreign though, is he a transfer of some kind? I haven't read anything about those! Where do you come from? Oh, and what are your surnames Harry, Ron?" Harry was looking a little overwhelmed at this point by Hermione's fast pace. "Potter-" "and I'm a Weasley." Hermione looked like she was going to say something but was cut
"Hello dears, would you like anything from the sweet trolley?" Harry jumped at that. "Eh? Oh... sure! Do you guys want anything...?" Ron shook his head holding up a bag of sandwiches, England held up a pork pie, Russia held up a bottle of vodka, America looked up from his munching of a hamburger and Hermione just shook her head. Harry groaned "Nothing?" everyone shook their heads. "Fine, one of everything." The lady shook her head exasperatedly. "Okay, that's... 15 Galleons, 3 Sickles and 5 Knuts." Harry happily handed over the required amount and set to munching away on the gargantuan pile of sweets.
Hermione decided to break the food induced silence "Do any of you know any magic yet?" Ron perked up surprisingly "Yeah! My brothers taught me this one, Sunshine Daisies Butter Mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" A spark flew at the rat but nothing happened other than Harry being a temporary panic island for the rat until it calmed down. Ron wilted a little "Well my brothers are pranksters so that was probably a joke..." England laughed "O' course it was! Brothers are always brothers, especially... older ones..." he had quieted down near the end and Hermione was about to inquire why when the door was slammed open by a blonde boy their age.
"I heard Harry Potter was in this compartment, is it true?" England was quick to rise. "Yeah, he's right there. What do you want?" He smirked. "Oh, nothing. Just to warn him about the, ah, commoners around here and... Harry, I can help you tell the difference between the good and bad here." Harry stood up "I think I can tell the difference on my own, thank you very much!" he promptly slammed the door in the aristocratic child's face. "Ugh… Looks like we just met the bully then, huh?" Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I guess we have..." America looked up from where he was sat oblivious behind a mountain of burgers. "Did something happen dudes?" Ron stared at him in disbelief." Yeah, something did happen! Harry just hurt a Malfoy's pride!" Shrugging America went back to his burger pile. "Eh well, no biggie if it wasn't the commie bastard getting owned..." Russia glared and England slapped him round the head for swearing. The whole compartment burst into laughter.