The rest of summer went by quickly. The boys spent most of their days getting up to no good at the manor. Before they knew it, it was September, and they were at King's Cross Station. Draco pushed his cart and ran through the platform wall and disappeared into it. Now, Harry's turn. He backs up, and then runs towards the wall.
Boom.
People around looked weirdly at him. Some approached to make sure he's okay. Mr. Malfoy walked to the platform wall and pushed his hand through it. It went through.
"I don't understand. What happened?" Harry recovered from the fall and got up.
"I'm not sure." Lucius said, disappeared into the wall, and then came back. "It seems to work just fine." He concluded. "Try again!"
Harry did not think that was a good idea, but it's worth a try. And once again, he was running towards the wall, This time,
Boom.
Again. This time there many more weird looks, and no concerned passenger.
"Hey kid!" An annoyed officer came running. "If you keep running into the wall, I'll have to take you into the station, understood?"
"Yes, sir."
The officer walked away.
"What do I do now?" Harry turned to Mr. Malfoy.
Mr. Malfoy told Harry to wait for him there while he went to see Darco off. He'll be back, and they'll figure it out. So, Harry waited. He watched as the clock ticked past eleven O'clock. When Mr. Malfoy came back, the both of them apparated back to Malfoy Manor, where Mr. Malfoy talked to a face, which Harry recognized as Professor McGonagall later, in the fireplace.
"Minerva, I have Mr. Potter here, and we've run into a bit of a situation."