The Weasley's got weird looks as they made their way through the muggle train station to the platform between nine and ten. Molly Weasley stopped in front of the barrier and began to count her children, "One. Two and Three. Four. Five... Come on, Children!" Mom said as she tried to gather all of us up. "We have to hurry the train waits for no one."
Ron and I rushed closer to our mom, already seeing her about getting nervous. "The station's always filled with muggles, of course," she looked around, "Now, what's the platform number?"
Riley felt bad for mom and Ginny. They would be home alone until Christmas vacation. The big house empty. No running through the halls, no fighting. She was going to miss them and she knew it would take a toll on both of them. Waking Riley up from her daydream, Ginny piped up, "Nine and three-quarters! Mum, can't I go…"
Riley got on her knees and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Sorry, Ginny, you're not old enough. Don't worry, you will next year."
As she stood up, she saw her twin giving her a look. "How come when I asked that last year you ended pushing me through the barrier?"
"I never did that," she giggled, trying to act innocent.
"Quiet! Percy, you go first." Mom spoke sweetly as Percy grabbed his cart with his suitcases before he ran into the barrier. Riley gave Ron a look, annoyed at Percy's demeanor.
"Fred, you're next," Mom said turning to one of the older of the twins.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George!" One of the twins said. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred." He grabbed his stuff and ran through the barrier before George followed his brother.
"Wasn't that George?" Ron asked confused and Riley shrugged, just as confused.
A skinny, eleven-year-old boy with messy, blacked hair and round glasses walked up to us.
"Excuse me," he said to Mum.
"Hello, dear. First time at Hogwarts? Ron and Riley are new, too." Ron waved as I just gave him a small, shy smile. Around her brothers, Riley was loud, opinionated, and obnoxious while with people she just met, she was quiet and shy.
"Yes," the boy said. "The thing is—the thing is, I don't know how to-"
"How to get onto the platform?"
Harry nodded kind of shy and Riley thought it was adorable.
"Not to worry. All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared or you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Riley will show you."
I grabbed my cart and my eyes barely graced over Harry before she blushed and through the barrier. She quickly found her older brothers and they helped her get all her things onto the train before helping her up. Riley began to look through the compartments until she found an empty one for her and Ron. A few minutes later, the door slid open and there stood Ron with the young boy from before.
"And this is my twin sister, Riley Lydia Weasley," Ron stated as he sat next to her. Harry sat in front of them and held his hand out, "I'm Harry Potter."
Riley gasped, "The boy who lived!"