Author Notes: Welcome, everybody, to chapter 6 of Curse-Breaker: The Heir of Hogwarts!
Not much to say about this chapter other than it felt like a journey to write. Finally, Carlos is at a whole new environment where he'll meet new friends and foes and get to discover new magical abilities. I must notify, however, that a small change was made to chapter 5 as of the publishing of this chapter. Nothing significant, just an answer to a question regarding Gringotts' role in the story.
Now, without further ado, here's chater 6. Enjoy!
Chapter 6: The Golden Fountain
The time leading to my departure was beyond stressful. As the countdown to Hogwarts went on, I felt increasingly restless, unable to concentrate on anything to get my mind off things. Despite my visit to Diagon Alley, the whole concept of magic still felt so distant yet overwhelming. Part of me was still expecting - or maybe even hoping - for this to be some kind of prank. If so, I'd at least get to go back to my normal life , despite the shame of being fooled by something so fanciful. I tried drowning myself in my Grimoire and playing around with Auric to pass the time, but no amount of hidden knowledge or feline play would calm my nerves. More than once I thought I was going to fall ill from stress.
And so the dreadful day came, the day of boarding to this new… school. The car ride to London seemed never-ending. I got way too comfortable thinking we would travel by Floo Powder again, but apparently that only works when there are fireplaces nearby. Bummer.
"Hey, can you stop? You're shaking the whole car." J complained, breaking the silence and drawing my attention to the rhythmic bounce of my legs.
"Sorry," I muttered sheepishly, forcing myself to still my restless limbs. Sitting still was never my strong suit, especially when my mind was racing a mile a minute. My brother, on the other hand, was blissfully whisked away in yet another one of his audiobooks as the scenery blurred past outside the window. Mum and Dad sat awfully quiet the whole ride, although I thought I heard mum sob. Auric was sleeping soundly in the middle seat of the car, acting as lazy as a real cat would.
Eventually we made it into the urbanscape, and the closer we got, the more I tried finding reasons as to why we should go back to Engels Hollow, although I didn't dare to voice any of those. I had no choice but to sit still and swallow my own misery, for I knew it was too late to turn back. As the houses turned into buildings, and the buildings turned into older buildings, we finally reached Kings Cross station. My heartrate came to a halt as the car slowed down in the parking lot and I felt as though I would faint. The only reason I didn't was because of the blazing sun that lit up my face as I stepped out of the car, making me squint.
The warmth of the pavement hit me like a tidal wave as the sound of locomotives could be heard in the distance. It seemed like a busy day on the station given we had to dance around hordes of passengers to move about. The station staff seemed equally as busy, answering to all sorts of demands from the public. The main station greeted us with a much welcome shade as well as periodic itinerary notifications echoing throughout the large halls.
"So… we're here." Said my brother as dad loaded my trunk and belongings into a station cart. "Now what?"
"Professor Longbottom said he was going to meet us somewhere around the entrance to guide us to the platform… nine and three quarters, I believe?" I said, holding Auric in my hand while feeling rather insecure.
"Nine and three what now?" Dad questioned. "There's no such thing as this platform in Kings Cross. Are you absolutely sure that's what he told you?"
"Yeah, it's right here in the letter, look!" I said, pulling the parchment out of my pocket and handing it to my father.
He looked down at the letter and, after a few moments, let out a sigh of exasperation.
"Fine. Let's say this platform is indeed real. He gave us no direction as to where to go or where to even ask around for information." Complained Dad.
"Maybe one of the guards…?" I sheepishly suggested, what little confidence I had waning by the second.
"Yeah, let's ask a guard whether or not there's a magical train station hidden at King's Cross. What could go wrong?" J joked, staring down at his iPod. I glanced at him like he wasn't helping.
"Either that or we'll have to wait here for Professor Longbottom to arrive… whenever that is." I responded.
"He didn't even tell you when he's coming?" Inquired Dad, "And what is he going to do? Manifest this platform out of thin air?"
With that, we felt a sudden gust of wind rush from behind us.
"Yeah, something like that…!" we heard Professor Longbottom's cheery voice say. We all turned around to see him in a light formal attire with no robes, fitting for the hot summer day.
"Did you just… pop into existence?" I asked, perplexed.
"I wouldn't quite call it a 'pop', but the short answer is yes." He replied nonchalantly. "Ready to catch a train?"
"I don't know, are we?" I questioned, feeling a pang of insecurity. Auric then meowed as if to say "I'm ready!"
"If all your luggage is here, then I'd say you're just about ready." The professor announced. "This way now!"
As we followed Professor Longbottom through the bustling station, my nerves threatened to overwhelm me. The sea of unfamiliar faces seemed to press in on all sides, and the cacophony of voices only served to heighten my anxiety.
"Um, Professor," I began tentatively, my voice barely audible above the din. "Are you sure we're in the right place? I mean, I don't see any signs for… for platform nine and three-quarters."
Professor Longbottom glanced back at me with a reassuring smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Trust me, Carlos, we're in the right place. Sometimes, magic isn't as straightforward as one might think."
I nodded uncertainly, feeling a knot of apprehension tighten in my chest.
"Colour me surprised…" Dad complained, probably due to the long trip. "So why trains, huh? Don't you people have a faster means of transportation?"
"By all means, we do!" The professor cheered. "But trust me when I say, the train route is probably the safest way to get to Hogwarts of all. All other magical means of transportation have blind spots that could compromise the security of the school."
As we approached a seemingly ordinary stretch of brick wall between platforms nine and ten, Professor Longbottom came to a halt, his expression expectant. The prospect of boarding a train from a hidden platform seemed more like a figment of my imagination than reality, and yet here I was about to do just that.
"Now, Carlos," he said, turning to face me with a reassuring smile. "I want you to watch closely."
With that, Professor Longbottom stepped forward and disappeared into the solid brick wall, as if passing through a ghostly veil. My eyes widened in astonishment, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to comprehend what I had just witnessed.
"Did… did he just…?" I stammered, my voice trailing off into incredulous silence.
Beside me, my family exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions mirroring my own shock and confusion.
"I think he just walked through the wall," J said, his tone seemingly unfazed.
"I can see that, but where to…?" I asked.
Before anybody could respond, Professor Longbottom's voice called out from the other side of the wall, his tone tinged with amusement.
"Well, are you coming or not? We haven't got all day!"
With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, I took a hesitant step forward, my hand outstretched to touch the solid brick wall. Instead of touching a rough surface, my fingers passed through it as if it were nothing more than a mirage, sending a shiver of wonder down my spine. I carefully waved my hand around the faux surface, causing small ripples in the illusion.
"Okay… let's take it slow" I said as I tentatively stepped through the seemingly solid wall, a rush of exhilaration washing over me, mingled with a lingering sense of disbelief. I don't know what I expected it to feel like, but the transition was so seamless I couldn't tell where the threshold started or ended. I kept my eyes wide open because I wanted to see everything there was to be seen between the two worlds, but instead of some interdimensional vortex, the view of the brick wall simply faded, giving way to that of another bustling train station.
The place was bathed in a golden hue coming from both the wrought iron lamp posts as well as the sun beaming through the dirty glass ceiling held up by an arched steel truss. Small patches of Ivy descended from the walls, or at least those that weren't taken by advertisement of what I assumed were magical goods.
"Welcome, everybody, to platform nine three quarters!" Announced the professor just as my parents and brother came through the magical passageway. "You may leave the trolley here, your luggage will be loaded onto the train shortly. There are some shops to the left in case of any last minute purchases, and to the right… the Hogwarts Express!"
I turned around to see steam coming from a red and black locomotive that seemed straight out of the 1800s. In front of it there was a lettering that read "Hogwarts Express".
There were all sorts of people on the platform. Some were wearing relatively current-day clothing, like your typical shirts, hoodies and jeans, while some older folk wore what I came to expect from wizards, such as sweaters with long robes and eccentric hats. It was like a generational divide between tradition and modernity. Weirdly, that made me feel a tad bit better, thinking there were other people like me in there.
"Hey, what's this thing doing?" J complained as his iPod screen kept flickering on and off.
"I'd turn it off if I were you." advised Longbottom. "Magic and muggle electronics don't blend well together."
"Don't they, now? Huh." My brother raised an eyebrow upon hearing that information, not as bothered as I'd imagine he'd be. In fact, he seemed to be dealing with this whole magic thing pretty well.
Better than me, at least.
With that, the train sounded the whistle, its piercing sound sending a shiver down my spine while adding to the cacophony of bustling passengers and the hiss of steam escaping from the Hogwarts Express. The station was alive with activity, as students in various stages of excitement and anxiety hurried to find their compartments, parents giving last-minute hugs and advice.
"Right then, Carlos," Professor Longbottom said, clapping me on the shoulder. "It's almost eleven o'clock, time to find yourself a compartment. You'll meet your fellow first-years on the train, and before you know it, you'll be at Hogwarts."
As the train's whistle echoed through the platform, a sharp pang of reality hit me — this was it. My heart felt heavy, a lump forming in my throat as I turned to face my family.
Mum's eyes were brimming with tears, her hand clutching a handkerchief to her mouth. All this time, I had been thinking about how this whole Hogwarts ordeal was affecting Dad, but I never once stopped to consider what it was doing to Mum. I was her youngest and most cherished child, and here I was, choosing to leave her behind. How could I do this to her?
Dad was trying to maintain a stoic expression, though the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his concern. He had always been the pillar of strength for our family, but now I could see the cracks forming. His eyes, usually so full of fierceness and determination, now mirrored the same uncertainty and fear that I felt deep within myself. I wanted to say something to reassure him, to let him know that I would be okay, but the words caught in my throat.
J, on the other hand, was grinning like he was about to board the most exciting ride of his life. His enthusiasm was infectious, but it did little to quell the storm of emotions raging inside me. I envied his ability to embrace the unknown with such ease, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was abandoning everything I had ever known.
Mum stepped forward and enveloped me in a tight hug with a kiss on my head. "Take care of yourself, my baby," she whispered, her voice trembling. "And remember, we're always here for you."
"I will, Mum," I replied, my voice thick with emotion. "I'll write to you as soon as I can."
J punched my shoulder lightly, his grin widening. "Don't forget to bring back something cool from Hogwarts. And try not to turn into a frog or something."
I snorted, the tension easing slightly. "I'll see what I can do."
Dad then came forward and kneeled down to my level, which is something he hardly ever did. "Listen, I know I agreed to this, but I need you to promise me one thing, okay?"
I nodded.
"Don't go out looking after your grandfather." He requested.
"Why?" I blurted out mindlessly.
Dad sighed.
"I don't know how to explain it, but I feel it's just not worth it." He said in an earnest tone.
I nodded, unsure of how else to respond.
"All aboard!" a conductor called out, and the final whistle of the Hogwarts Express echoed through the platform.
I hugged Mum one last time, feeling the warmth and safety of her embrace. "I'll miss you," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the noise of the station.
Mum pulled back, her eyes filled with tears. "We'll miss you too, dear. Now go on, don't miss your train."
I reluctantly let go of the softness of her hands and made my sorry way to the train. I tried handing her Auric, but she gestured for me t kee it with me. For some reason, I felt she was too quick to pull back when all I wanted was to hold her tight. Professor Longbottom gave me an encouraging nod, and I took a deep breath, stepping towards the nearest carriage. The crowd parted slightly as I approached, giving me a clear path to the train's entrance.
"Excuse me," I mumbled as I navigated my way down the narrow aisle, desperately searching for an empty compartment or a window so I could see them all one last time. I found one near the back of the train and hastily threw my bags onto the seat. I leaned out the window, scanning the platform for my family. Mum was waving a handkerchief, dabbing at her eyes, while Dad stood with an arm around her shoulders, his expression a mix of pride and apprehension. J gave me an exaggerated thumbs-up, his grin still plastered on his face.
I held my breath as I waited for the inevitable, silently hoping for a reason to hop off and hurry back home with my family. Seconds passed in what felt like an eternity, time in my lone compartment seemingly still while everything outside moved. Then there was a jolt. That bloody first jolt. That's what broke me. That's when my heart fully sank and my fear spiked. There was no going back. For good. The train was moving, slowly but surely, and it would not stop for me or anyone. I could no longer hold back the tears, watching my family fade out of sight on the platform only just helped realising the notion that I was actually leaving my parents. I was going to be alone.
How?
How could I, at the age of eleven, be left alone on a train off to a place I didn't even know? How was I meant to look after myself? Was I even supposed to? Who would I go to if I needed any sort of parental care? If I had issues at school? If I fell ill? It didn't matter what answer awaited those questions, because none of them were my mum. It is the most embarrassing thing for a child to admit, but I wanted my mother. More than ever. More than anything. I couldn't bear going anywhere she wouldn't be at, let alone get there without her. The feeling that took me could only be explained by a word such as abandonment, even though it was far from being the case. In a sense, it was like I was abandoning them? But I didn't want to. I didn't choose to. Nothing about the idea of boarding a train to a school of magic implied that sentiment.
In either case, I couldn't think of any 'why's at that moment. I was too busy choking on my own tears and trying not to wail in that train compartment. In a sense, that was the only good thing about being alone in that moment: nobody could see me in such a childish and shameful breakdown. I thought I didn't get to feel that way. Reason would not allow me to validate any feelings without a rational, practical justification. I was old enough to be able to suppress the instinct to weep. Why wasn't I doing it? What was wrong with me?
This whole thing felt like a mistake.
Minutes went by like this, but I didn't care. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to regain my composure. The train picked up speed, and the platform disappeared from view, replaced by the rolling countryside. I sniffled, taking deep breaths to steady myself. The compartment felt empty and cold, a stark contrast to the warmth and security of my home.
A knock on the compartment door startled me. I quickly turned my back to the window, trying to hide any lingering tears. The door slid open, and a thin, tall boy with wild curly brown hair and a beaming smile stepped inside.
"Hi there! Mind if I join you?" he asked cheerfully, his voice carrying a hint of an accent I couldn't quite place.
"I, uh…," I mumbled, quickly wiping my face again.
"Great, thanks!" The boy invited himself into the compartment and sat down across from me, dropping his large bag beside him. "First year, too?"
"Um… yeah?" I said behind puffy eyes.
"Isn't it exciting, being on the Hogwarts Express?" He gleamed with joy. "I waited my whole life for this moment! Dad has told me so many cool stories about Hogwarts, I can barely believe I'm finally going to be a student!"
I didn't know how to respond, his excitement felt jarring to me given my current mood. He wore an attire that would not have been out of place in, I don't know, mediaeval times? A white loose tunic with a brown fur coat and a large belt on his stomach, as well as orange bottoms.
"I'm Alvarus by the way. Alvarus Hagrid! You can call me Al." He cheerfully introduced himself, extending a handshake. I slowly reciprocated, but before I could reply, he continued: "Cool kitten you got there, what's its name? This train is amazing, isn't it? And all the people! Did you see the platform? I've never seen anything like it!"
"Um-" is all I got to say before he kept going.
"Did you know there are magical creatures all around Hogwarts? Dad takes care of them. He's the gamekeeper! I can't wait to see the Thestrals and the Hippogriffs again. Have you read about them?"
I actually did recall reading about Thestrals and Hippogriffs in the Grimoire, but before I could even voice it, he continued:
"There's so much to discover! And the Forbidden Forest—it's not really forbidden, you know, not if you have permission. Dad takes me there sometimes. It's incredible! Have you ever seen a unicorn?"
"Um… no?" I shook my head, after which he continued:
"You've got to see one! They're beautiful! And the centaurs—they're really wise and mysterious. Sometimes they give prophecies! Do you think they'll let us into the forest as first-years? Probably not, but maybe if we ask nicely…"
And so he kept talking on and on, his enthusiasm never wavering. I tried to keep up, nodding occasionally, but my mind was still swirling with thoughts of home and the uncertainty of the future. It was hard to focus on his words when I felt so overwhelmed. Eventually, I just began zoning out.
"Are you okay?" Alvarus suddenly asked, his tone shifting slightly. "You seem... sad."
I looked up, startled by his, although delayed, perceptiveness. For a moment, he stared at me with genuine worry.
"Oh, um…" I regained my composure, noticing I had been bending forward in my seat. "I'm just… missing home, you know?"
Alvarus turned his head slightly, like a curious animal would do.
"Not to worry, soon enough Hogwarts will be your new home!" He announced, making the pit in my stomach sink even further. "You're going to love the school! It's a really big castle with lots of towers and halls. You might get lost in them if you're not careful! Also, there are ghosts! They're nice ghosts though, except for Peeves, the poltergeist."
"Ghosts…?" I reiterated, thinking of just how many random beings from fantasy existed in this place.
"Yeah, and... oh, did I tell you about the house elves? They're amazing! They do all sorts of things around the castle. Dad says they're really kind."
"House elves?" I echoed, trying to keep the conversation going despite my lingering discomfort.
"Yeah! They cook and clean and do all sorts of helpful things. You'll see them in the kitchens. I think they even have their own magic. It's really interesting!"
As Alvarus continued to chat excitedly about Hogwarts, I couldn't help but feel a little envious of his boundless enthusiasm. He seemed to embrace the unknown with such ease, while I was struggling to keep my anxiety at bay.
"Oh, and also-"
"Hey, Alavarus…!" I called, hoping to get his attention for a brief moment.
He stopped talking and stared at me, his smile fading a bit.
"Have you… always known about magic?" I asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards something that might make me feel a bit more at ease.
"Oh, absolutely! Growing up with my dad, I've been around magical creatures and spells all my life. It's like second nature to me," he replied, his eyes lighting up with pride.
"I see," I said quietly, feeling a pang of insecurity. "I'm still new to all of this. I didn't even know magic was real until a few months ago."
"Oooh, I see. So you're a muggleborn?" He asked.
"I… guess so." I answered, taking a while to realise the meaning of the words muggle and born put together. "My family was… almost… entirely oblivious to magic."
"'Almost' oblivious? How?" Alvarus asked.
"Turns out my grandfather was a famous wizard explorer or something. He hid it from my family and all that…" I explained, feeling the weight of my grandfather's secret legacy settling over me.
Alvarus's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, are you serious? Who's your grandfather?"
"Henry C. Martin," I replied hesitantly, unsure of how Alvarus would react.
"Henry C. Martin? The famous Curse-Breaker?" Alvarus exclaimed, his excitement rekindled. "Wow! I've read about him! He's a legend! My dad even mentioned him a few times. They say he discovered ancient magical artefacts and uncovered long-lost secrets!"
I blinked in surprise, not expecting such an enthusiastic response. "Yeah, that's what they told me. But he disappeared a long time ago. No one knows what happened to him."
Alvarus's expression turned serious for a moment. "That must be tough, not knowing what happened. But it's amazing to have someone like that in your family. You must have inherited some of his adventurous spirit!"
"I don't think so." I snorted.
Alvarus leaned back in his seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Well, you never know. Maybe you'll discover that adventurous spirit at Hogwarts. It's a place full of surprises, after all."
"Pfft…" I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of "me" and "adventurous spirit" being together in the same sentence.
The train ride continued, and though I was still feeling dreadful, at least I had someone to talk to… sort of. Alvarus then proceeded to start humming and stare out the window onto the rolling countryside. I couldn't bear looking out because all I could think of was my family and what they must be doing now without me. The thought of mum weeping in my vacant room hit me like a wagon. I felt a kind of mourning that didn't even belong to me in the first place, but all I knew is that this is exactly how I'd feel in her place. With Dad, however, I really couldn't tell. He was so emotionally cryptic a wall could be more expressive at times. J, on the other hand, would likely go back to his own world and… no, he wouldn't just forget about me now, would he? That's not really fair to him. Not after all he did to lift me up in the months leading to my departure. Either that or he really wanted me out of the house.
A knock on the compartment door broke the silence and caught my attention. An elderly lady with a trolley filled with all kinds of sweets smiled warmly at us.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" she asked, her voice kind and inviting.
Alvarus's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, yes, please! I'll take some Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and a Pumpkin Pastie," he said, eagerly reaching for the treats.
I watched him for a moment before hesitantly asking, "Um… What would you recommend?"
"Everything!" Alvarus replied with a grin, his mouth already full of a Pumpkin Pastie.
"New to our world, my dear?" The lady then asked. I nodded, still feeling a bit out of place. "Oh, I have something just for you then. Here!" She handed me a small box of Fizzing Whizzbees with a kind smile.
"Thanks," I mumbled, taking the box and looking at the vibrant, buzzing sweets inside.
"You're welcome, dear. Don't hesitate to try everything — After all, Hogwarts is all about new experiences!" she said before moving on to the next compartment.
Alvarus was already happily munching on his assortment of treats, and his enthusiasm was starting to become contagious…ly weird. I took a deep breath and popped one of the Fizzing Whizzbees into my mouth. The candy fizzed and popped, filling my mouth with a strange but pleasant sensation. For a moment, I tried forgetting about my worries and just focused on the sour but tolerable taste.
"See? Magic is full of surprises," Alvarus said with a grin, extending me a striped box of gummy beans "Here, have an Every Flavour Bean!"
"Every Flavour? They can't have literally every flavour, can they?" I asked mindlessly as I extended my hand to grab one.
"No, but they certainly do try!" Exclaimed Alvarus as I put the bean into my mouth "This is just the basic version. Every year they release special editions with a wide assortment of thematic flavours. The kind of stuff you might see only once in your lifetime! I once had a bean that had a taste called 'Boreal Grassland'. Till this day I don't know what it is I was actually tasting."
"Hm, this one tastes rather nice. What is it?" I asked.
"Oh, let me see!" Said Alvarus as he extended a thin chart out of the Every Flavour Bean box "The one you got is likely… soap!"
I quit chewing for a moment.
"I never tasted soap." I replied in a monotone.
"Well, now you have!" He teased me.
"Soap..." I said, shaking my head with a half-smile. "Who comes up with these flavours?"
Alvarus chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's the fun of it! You never know what you're going to get. Here, try another one."
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to take the plunge. I picked another bean from the box and popped it into my mouth. This time, I was met with a burst of sweetness and a hint of tartness.
"Much better," I said with a grin. "What's this one?"
Alvarus consulted the chart again. "Looks like you got a lemon drop. Lucky pick!"
I nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed as the train continued its journey. The rolling countryside outside the window was gradually giving way to dense forests and towering hills, the scenery a mesmerising blur of greens and browns. It was now past midday, and part of me dreaded still having to deal with hours upon hours of travel time, my only comfort being Auric that now purred on my lap. I still wondered how his little metallic golden body was able to do so.
"Hey, what is that glow coming from your bag?" Alvarus asked with a mouthful of chocolate.
I glanced down at my bag, realising that the faint golden glow was coming from the Grimoire. I quickly pulled it out, curious and a bit apprehensive about what it was doing this time. The cover gleamed softly, and as I opened it, the familiar clockwork mechanisms whirred to life. The message on the page read:
Acquiring knowledge…
Please stand by.
"Whoa… is that a Grimoire?" Alvarus leaned in with wide eyes.
"You know what a Grimoire is?" I asked, bewildered.
"Yeah, although they're really expensive. I hear only rich wizards can afford one of these." Replied Alvarus. I guess it made sense, considering who my grandfather was. "What's it doing?"
"It's... updating, I think," I replied, flipping through the pages as text began to appear. "It does this sometimes. It seems to absorb information from around it. But what is it learning about now…?"
The following text was then displayed on the main page:
Topic: The Hogwarts Express.
Table of contents:
Introduction;
History;
Technical Upgrades;
Schematics;
"What now?" Asked Alvarus.
"It's waiting for input." I explained. "Let's start with the introduction."
And so, the letters on the page cleared way for proper paragraphs to form:
The Hogwarts Express, a distinguished magical locomotive, has been the primary mode of transportation for students attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since its acquisition in 1830. Initially a Muggle steam engine, the train has undergone significant enchantments by the Ministry of Magic, resulting in a unique amalgamation of magical and non-magical engineering. This syncretism stands as a testament to the harmonious integration of both realms. The train's main route commences at platform 9¾ within King's Cross Station in London, with a punctual departure at 11 o'clock on the first of September. It traverses the scenic British countryside, culminating its journey in the Scottish Highlands at Hogsmeade Station by early evening.
The origins of the Hogwarts Express are steeped in both magical innovation and practical necessity. Prior to the train's implementation, students arrived at Hogwarts by various means, including enchanted carriages, broomsticks, and even Thestral-drawn carts. The decision to adopt a singular, reliable mode of transportation was driven by the need for consistency and safety. The Ministry of Magic, recognizing the potential for a unified transport system, procured and enchanted the Muggle steam engine, thus ensuring that young witches and wizards could travel to school securely and efficiently.
Source: BAGSHOT, Bathilda. Hogwarts, a History, page 35. Latest edition and revision by MURTLOCK, Rudolph.
"Interesting…" I muttered, "So the Hogwarts Express is a relatively new invention.
"People used to go to school in broomsticks? How cool is that!" Exclaimed Alvarus. "What else does it know?"
"Let's see…" I replied "How about History?"
The text then rearranged itself, providing an account of the train's past:
The train's origins begin in the early 1800s, when it was initially built as a standard muggle steam engine known as "Dartmoor Express". Originally, it served the rural communities of the English countryside, transporting goods and passengers across the picturesque landscape. As Minister for Magic Ottaline Gambol rose to office in 1827, she was tasked with resolving the many failures of student transportation to and from Hogwarts Castle. Intrigued by muggle technology, Gambol offered a controversial yet effective solution to the issue. Through a large-scale operation that involved one hundred and sixty seven memory charms as well as the biggest concealment charm ever performed in Britain, a 4-6-0 Hall Class steam locomotive model GWR 4900 was acquired, being appropriately named The Hogwarts Express.
In its early years, the train faced several challenges, including initial resistance from the most conservative sectors of the wizarding community. Many traditionalists were wary of adopting a Muggle mode of transport, calling it "Unsafe, insanitary and demeaning" among other things. However, the benefits of a safe and consistent travel method soon became apparent, and the Hogwarts Express quickly gained acceptance, becoming the mandatory means of transportation to and from Hogwarts Castle by 1832.
"Why were wizards against the train at first?" I asked.
"Dunno. Maybe they thought riding broomsticks was cooler!" Suggested Alvarus, making me consider the nightmare logistics of carrying luggage on a broom.
The history of the Hogwarts Express is marked by key milestones and pivotal moments. One notable event in the train's history occurred during the First Wizarding War. The Hogwarts Express played a crucial role in transporting students safely during turbulent times. Enhanced protective enchantments ensured the train's security, making it a reliable sanctuary for young witches and wizards. Similarly, during the Second Wizarding War, the train provided a safe haven for students fleeing danger.
Another pivotal moment in the history of the Hogwarts Express was the addition of the Enchanted Conductor in 1921, a magical entity created by the renowned enchanter Thaddeus Thurkell. The Enchanted Conductor not only ensured the train's punctuality but also provided additional security by detecting any dark magic or malevolent entities attempting to board the train.
"Wait, so the conductor isn't human?" I asked, bewildered.
"And neither is the trolley lady…" Commented Alvarus.
I stared at him flabbergasted.
"Go on, keep reading!" He urged.
During the 1960s, the Hogwarts Express saw the introduction of the "Prefects' Carriage," a special compartment reserved for student leaders to conduct meetings and discuss school matters. This initiative, spearheaded by Headmaster Armando Dippet, was intended to promote student leadership and governance.
In 1981, following the defeat of Lord Voldemort, the Hogwarts Express was temporarily repurposed to transport Aurors and Ministry officials to various parts of the country as they worked to round up the last of the Death Eaters. This period marked one of the few times the train was used for purposes other than transporting students.
"Wait, hold on a minute," I interrupted. "I thought Voldemort's defeat happened in 1997 after the Battle of Hogwarts?"
"That's his second defeat, the first happened in 1981 after he tried murdering baby Harry Potter! It's a common misconception." Alvarus proudly corrected me with a grin stamped across his face.
"He tried murdering a baby…?"
"Mmhmm!" Alvarus nodded.
"...and lost?"
"Mmhmm!" He nodded again.
I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and continuing:
Finally, the train became a symbol of unity and resilience within the wizarding community. Special events and ceremonies were occasionally held on the Hogwarts Express, such as the annual "Founders' Journey," a commemorative trip celebrating the four founders of Hogwarts. This journey, which included historical reenactments and storytelling, aimed to educate students about the rich history and legacy of their school. Today, the Hogwarts Express remains a vital and beloved part of the Hogwarts experience, representing the enduring spirit of magic, adventure, and learning. Its rich history, filled with both challenges and triumphs, continues to inspire generations of young witches and wizards as they embark on their own magical journeys.
Source: BAGSHOT, Bathilda. Hogwarts, a History, pages 58-60. Latest edition and revision by MURTLOCK, Rudolph.
"Wow. I never knew there was this much to the train's history!" Said Alvarus enthusiastically.
"And the Grimoire knows all that by simply… being here?" I wondered. "What kind of information-by-osmosis magic is this?
"What's an osmosis?" Alvarus asked.
"Uhh… I'll explain later," I dodged, not knowing how to convey scientific terms to a wizarding context. "Let's continue."
And so, I returned to the main list and pressed upon the third topic "Technical Upgrades". I watched as the Grimoire's pages slowly filled with new text, diagrams, and illustrations, all revolving around the Hogwarts Express. Some pages had very detailed elevations of the train carriages, others were filled with… equations of some kind. I leaned closer, my curiosity getting the better of me as I tried to make sense of the information.
"I think it's describing how the train engine works…" I inferred based on the illustrations of steam engines and coal. After that, the following text appeared:
In its early years, the Hogwarts Express was powered solely by steam, like many Muggle trains of the time. However, in 1852, the Ministry of Magic initiated a project to enhance the train with magical properties. A team of wizard engineers, led by a renowned enchanter named Bartholomew Blenkinsop, worked to infuse the train with various enchantments to ensure its safety and efficiency. These enchantments included self-replenishing coal and water supplies, as well as advanced protective charms to guard against potential threats.
By the turn of the century, the Hogwarts Express had become a symbol of magical innovation. In 1903, it underwent a significant upgrade when the Ministry of Magic introduced a new propulsion system known as the "Everburning Steam Drive." This system, developed by the legendary inventor Ignatius Flamel, combined traditional steam power with a magical core that harnessed the energy of a substance known as "Everburning ember". This allowed the train to achieve unprecedented speeds while maintaining a smooth and comfortable ride for its passengers.
In the years following the Second Wizarding War, the Hogwarts Express continued to evolve, with Headmistress Minerva McGonagall overseeing the implementation of additional safety measures and comfort enhancements. These included charmed windows that displayed educational scenes and historical events from the wizarding world, as well as communication mirrors that allow the conductor to communicate with passengers. These mirrors also provide emergency instructions and updates during the journey.
"Communication mirrors? How does that work?" I mused, looking around the compartment.
A short tune played, drawing my attention to the mirror above our seats. The reflection shifted, and the image of our conductor appeared, his voice calm and clear as he began to speak.
"Good afternoon, students. As we make our journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, we would like to take this opportunity to share some fascinating history about the castle and its founders. Please direct your attention to the windows of your compartments, where you will see a series of scenes depicting key moments in Hogwarts' illustrious past."
I glanced out the window, and sure enough, the view of the rolling countryside was replaced by a series of vivid, moving images. The first scene showed four figures standing together, their expressions resolute and visionary.
"Here we see the four founders of Hogwarts: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Each founder contributed their unique talents and values to the school, creating the four houses that bear their names," the conductor explained.
The scene shifted to show Gryffindor wielding a mighty sword, Hufflepuff tending to a lush garden, Ravenclaw poring over ancient scrolls, and Slytherin speaking to a serpent. The conductor continued, "Gryffindor, known for his bravery and chivalry; Hufflepuff, for her loyalty and hard work; Ravenclaw, for her wisdom and intellect; and Slytherin, for his ambition and resourcefulness."
Alvarus watched the scenes with rapt attention, his excitement palpable. "This is amazing! I've read about the founders, but seeing them like this is something else!"
The images then showed the construction of Hogwarts, with magical creatures and wizards working together to build the grand castle. "The castle itself is a marvel of magical architecture, designed over a thousand years ago by an illustrious wizard architect. Its location in the Scottish Highlands was chosen for its seclusion and the natural protection offered by the surrounding mountains and forests."
I watched as the castle's towers and turrets rose, enchanted bricks flying into place. The scene then shifted to the Great Hall, filled with students and lit by floating candles.
"Hogwarts has a rich history of educating young witches and wizards, fostering a sense of community and friendship among its students. The Great Hall, where you will soon have your meals and ceremonies, is a place where many memorable events have taken place."
The images on the enchanted window continued to shift, now showing students gathered in the Great Hall, their faces lit by the warm glow of floating candles. The conductor's voice narrated the scene, his tone imbued with a sense of pride and reverence.
"The Great Hall has witnessed countless Sorting Ceremonies, feasts, and celebrations. It is here that you will be welcomed into one of the four houses, each with its own unique qualities and traditions. The Sorting Hat, a magical artefact created by the founders themselves, will determine the house that best suits your abilities and personality."
The scene changed again, now showing a close-up of the Sorting Hat, its brim moving as it sang a song. Alvarus leaned forward, his eyes wide with anticipation.
"I can't wait to be sorted," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. "I wonder which house I'll be in!"
"Sorted…?" I muttered, thinking I was going to be put through some sort of test. I glanced back at the Grimoire, which had quietly absorbed all the new information without any further prompt from me.
The conductor continued, "Hogwarts has also been a place of great learning and discovery. Its library, overseen by Madam Pince, contains a vast collection of magical texts and tomes, offering endless opportunities for research and study."
The window displayed the Hogwarts library, its towering shelves filled with ancient books. Students could be seen diligently studying, while others consulted with ghostly figures — perhaps the castle's resident ghosts.
"These ghosts," the conductor explained, "include Nearly Headless Nick, the friendly but slightly unfortunate ghost of Gryffindor; the Grey Lady, the mysterious spectre of Ravenclaw; the Fat Friar, the jolly ghost of Hufflepuff; and the Bloody Baron, the silent and intimidating ghost of Slytherin. Each ghost has its own unique history and is a valued member of the Hogwarts community."
The conductor's voice took on a more serious tone as the window displayed scenes of past conflicts and heroism.
"Throughout its history, Hogwarts has also been a bastion of courage and resilience." He began, "It has stood strong in the face of dark forces, thanks to the bravery of its students and staff. Notably, the castle played a crucial role in the defeat of Lord Voldemort during the Battle of Hogwarts."
Images of the battle filled the window, showing students and teachers alike fighting valiantly against dark wizards. The imposing structure of the castle was now shown under fire and billowing black smoke. The Great Hall, now a scene of conflict, was a stark contrast to its usual festive atmosphere.
"This battle," the conductor continued, "marked the end of a dark era and the beginning of a new chapter for the wizarding world. It is a testament to the strength and unity that defines Hogwarts and its community."
The window shifted one last time, showing the castle now renewed, its towers brimming with sunlight, its fields greener and full of life. The school seemed to have not only recovered from the battle, but outgrown it.
"And finally, discovery!" The conductor cheerfully announced. "Hogwarts is now, more than ever, a place of research and new findings! Much of its rich history has yet to be uncovered by wizard academics, as you will find in the next years to come. And, who knows? Maybe you too can be a part of the castle's glorious history! Thank you for listening!"
The windows then reverted back to the serene landscape of the Scottish Highlands, leaving an odd silence in place of the conductor's narration. I looked down at the Grimoire, and a new message appeared in it.
Information successfully recorded.
Return to Table of Contents?
"Yes." I muttered to the book, having it go back to the list of topics regarding the Hogwarts Express.
Alvarus turned to me, his eyes shining. "Can you believe it, Carlos? We're about to be a part of all this history and magic! I can't wait to see what adventures await us."
"Yeah, sure…" I sceptically replied as I stared down at the book. For some reason, I just couldn't resonate with everything that had been tossed my way so far. It all felt… too soon.
The last topic I hadn't checked yet was the schematics one, which I tapped it expectantly. The pages of the Grimoire rearranged themselves, displaying detailed blueprints of the Hogwarts Express. Diagrams of each carriage, the engine, and various compartments were laid out with meticulous precision. Upon turning the page, however, something else caught my eye: a map showing the train's route through Great Britain was displayed, pinpointing our precise geographical location and the remaining travel time.
"Look at this…" I extended the Grimoire to Alvarus. "I think it's a live map of the train. It shows where we are now."
"Whoa… how does it keep track of that?" Alvarus asked.
"I don't know… it seems the book got all this information from the train itself, like it's… connected or something."
"Can you get closer?" He questioned.
Upon touching my finger on the map, I realised I was able to move it around the page. When I placed two fingers together and spread them apart, I was able to zoom into the map, to the point I could get close enough to the train to see… names?
"Hold on, what is this?" I zoomed in closer to see that the names displayed were that of students aboard the train.
"Wait, that's us!" Alvarus pointed towards one of the last carriages, where one could see the names "Carlos Martin Edward" and "Alvarus Hagrid" layered upon the middle compartment. "How does it know who we are?"
"It knows who everyone is, look!" I pointed to some of the names on the page. Some of them read: Edward Lupin, Dexter Rookwood, Margot Flint and… Connor Fletcher?
These last two names seemed to be heading our way. I barely had the time to make that assessment when the door of our compartment slid open and a very annoyed voice asked:
"Why aren't you dressed yet?"
"What?" I mumbled, looking up from the book to see a girl with sharp features and an air of authority, her blonde hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, standing in the doorway. She already had her school uniform on.
"I said, why aren't you dressed yet?" She reiterated.
"Dressed for what?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"For school, of course!" The girl retorted. "We're nearly there!"
"Margot, chill out," a familiar laid-back voice with an American accent said, "We still have four hours left on the train."
"Absolutely not! There's going to be pictures taken of us and I don't want anybody to look out of place in the same photos as me!" She retorted.
Behind her stood a familiar red-haired boy, the source of the laid-back voice. He too wore his school uniform.
"Connor…" I muttered.
"Hey there! Carlos, is it?" Connor asked.
I nodded, trying to shake off the surprise.
"Hey there! I'm Alvarus, Alvarus Hagrid!" He eagerly jumped into a handshake, which Connor gladly reciprocated.
"Introductions aside," Margot urged, her arms crossed. "You better get changed quickly. I don't want anybody to be late or look unprepared."
"Changed into what, exactly?" Alvarus asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Into your school robes, obviously," Margot said, rolling her eyes. "Do you even have them?"
"Um… no?" I sheepishly admitted, "Our luggage was taken to another compartment."
"Ugh, of course it was…" She huffed, pulling out a wand from her robes and uttering "Accio School Robes!"
Nothing happened at first. After a few awkward glances, our folded uniforms came flying through the train corridor and fell onto our laps, and in my case, on top of the Grimoire.
"There. Now get dressed quickly, we need to make a good impression. Hurry!" She clapped her hands as she urged us to get dressed.
I glanced at Alvarus, who looked as bewildered as I felt. Nonetheless, we both stood up, taking our newly summoned school robes with us. The compartment was cramped, and changing clothes in such a small space with three other people watching wasn't exactly comfortable.
"Don't worry, we'll turn around," Connor said with a grin, sensing our discomfort. He and Margot faced the window, giving us a bit of privacy.
"Um, thanks," I muttered, quickly pulling off my clothes and fumbling with the unfamiliar robes. Alvarus was doing the same, though he seemed to be having a harder time with the various buttons and fastenings. I was about to go to war with my tie again when Connor uttered:
"Twist it around, up and down the knot."
It was enough for me to remember the correct movement he'd shown me weeks earlier. As soon as I got my tie in order, I saw Alvarus too was getting tangled in his.
"Need help?" I asked him, noticing his struggle.
"Yeah, thanks," Alvarus replied, sounding relieved. Together, we managed to get him properly dressed. The robes felt strange and heavy compared to my usual clothes, but they did have a certain charm to them.
"Are you done yet?" Margot asked impatiently, still facing the window.
"Yeah, we're done," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Margot and Connor turned around, and Margot scrutinized our appearances with a critical eye. "Not bad," she said finally. "At least you won't look like complete novices."
"Thanks, I guess?" Alvarus said, sounding uncertain.
Connor chuckled. "Don't mind her. Margot just wants everything to be perfect. It's her way of dealing with nerves."
"I am not nervous," Margot snapped, though her cheeks flushed slightly. "I just believe in making a good first impression."
"Well, you certainly made one on them," Connor teased her.
"Whatever. Now I need to make sure other first years get dressed as well." She said as she left our compartment.
Connor leaned against the doorway, clearly more interested in chatting than tagging along. "So, Carlos, where are you from?"
"Oh, um… Originally from Brazil," I replied, sitting back down next to Auric and the Grimoire, "But my family moved to England when I was really young."
"Really? How interesting," Connor said, nodding. "I'm from the States, moved here because my dad got a job at the St. Mungus."
"What's St. Mungus?" I asked.
"St. Mungus is a hospital for magical maladies and injuries. My dad's a healer there," Connor explained. "He's always been into magical creatures and their unique ailments, so this job was perfect for him."
"That sounds amazing!" Alvarus said, his eyes wide with excitement. "I've heard of St. Mungus! My dad has to take care of creatures with magical injuries sometimes, too."
"Yeah, it's pretty cool," Connor agreed, grinning. "So, what about you, Alvarus? Where are you from?"
"I've lived around Hogwarts my whole life," Alvarus said, his enthusiasm undimmed. "My dad's the gamekeeper and Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts."
"Wow, that must be interesting," Connor said, genuinely curious. "Do you get to interact with all the magical creatures?"
"Oh, definitely!" Alvarus replied eagerly. "Dad's always showing me new creatures and teaching me about them. I've even helped him with the Hippogriffs and Thestrals!"
Connor raised an eyebrow. "Thestrals, huh? You must have some pretty intense stories."
Alvarus nodded, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, they're amazing creatures. You can only see them if you've witnessed death, though."
"That's pretty intense," Connor said, his tone more serious now. "Must be quite an experience living at Hogwarts year-round."
"It is," Alvarus said. "But I can't wait to actually be a student there and not just see it from the outside."
I listened to their conversation, slowly feeling more at ease. Despite my worries and fears, Connor's laid-back demeanour and Alvarus's boundless enthusiasm were starting to make me feel a bit more comfortable.
"Hey, Carlos," Connor said, turning his attention back to me. "What is it you got there?"
He nodded towards the Grimoire, where Auric now soundly slept on top of.
"Oh, it's… a Grimoire." I hesitated for a moment before relaying the information.
"A Grimoire, huh?" He reiterated. "Is it like those cheap ones or the high-end kind that do all sorts of stuff?"
"I… don't know, really" I admitted. "It belonged to my grandfather, Henry C. Martin."
"Wait, THE Henry C. Martin?" Connor asked, his eyes widening. "That's incredible! He's a legend!"
"Is he now? Everyone seems to know about him but me," I said quietly. "I didn't even know about the magical world until recently."
Connor leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on the Grimoire. "That's wild, man. Henry C. Martin was famous for his adventures and discoveries. He uncovered some of the most powerful magical artefacts known to wizardkind."
"Yeah, that's what I've been told," I said, feeling a mix of pride and uncertainty. "But I never really knew him. He disappeared a long time ago."
Alvarus nodded sympathetically. "It must be tough not knowing much about your own family history. But hey, maybe being at Hogwarts will help you uncover more about him."
"Maybe," I sighed, wondering if there was even anything left of him to find. Upon flipping the Grimoire open again, a familiar message was displayed:
Establishing connection to the Codex.
Awaiting response…
"What's it doing?" Connor asked.
"Trying to connect to something called a 'Codex'. Been at it for months now." I explained. "Any idea what it could be?"
Connor shook his head with a frown. "No idea, really. Al?"
Alvarus shook his head also.
I sighed, slightly disappointed. This Codex thing appeared to be even more elusive than I thought. I then decided to close the Grimoire and switch gears. "So, what about you, Connor? Any interesting family history?"
Connor shrugged, a playful smile on his face. "Nothing as exciting as a famous curse-breaker, that's for sure. My family's mostly in healing and potion-making. My dad's really into researching rare magical creatures and their unique ailments, like I said. It's cool, but not as adventurous as what your grandfather did."
"Still sounds fascinating," I said. "And your dad must be really skilled to work at St. Mungus."
"Yeah, he's pretty dedicated," Connor said, his tone a mix of pride and nonchalance. "But enough about our parents. What are you guys looking forward to the most at Hogwarts?"
"Everything!" Alvarus exclaimed without hesitation. "I can't wait to explore the castle, meet new creatures, learn all the spells, and—"
"Alright, slow down there, Al," Connor laughed. "How about you, Carlos?"
I stopped breathing for a moment. I wasn't looking forward to anything, really.
"... I don't know, actually." I finally responded. "Everything is still rather new to me…"
Connor nodded, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, there's a lot to take in. But you'll get the hang of it. And hey, you've got us to help you out."
"You guys… wanna help me?" I sheepishly asked.
Connor grinned. "Of course we do! We're all in this together, right? First year at Hogwarts is going to be a wild ride, and it's always better with friends."
Alvarus nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we'll help each other out. It'll be great!"
I felt a warmth spread through me at their words. Friends. It was something I wasn't expecting to find so quickly, but here they were, willing to help me navigate this strange new world.
As the train continued its journey, we settled into an easy conversation, sharing our thoughts and hopes for the upcoming school year. Nighttime fell, and the mountainous landscape became nothing but a shadow against the darkening horizon.
"So, have you guys thought about which house you want to be in?" Connor asked, leaning back in his seat with a relaxed smile.
"I've always dreamed of being in Gryffindor," Alvarus said immediately. "My dad was a Gryffindor, and he's always told me stories about the house's bravery and adventures."
Connor nodded. "Gryffindor sounds cool. I'm personally hoping for Ravenclaw, I think it resonates with me and my family the most. What of you, Carlos?"
They both turned to me, waiting for my answer. I felt a bit on the spot and tried to recall what I'd read about the different houses. "I'm not really sure," I admitted. "I haven't thought about it much. I just hope I fit in somewhere."
"You will," Connor said confidently. "Every house has its strengths. You'll find your place."
I nodded, appreciating Connor's reassurance, although I still somehow doubted it. Part of me still expected that, at any moment, I could be rejected from this world, whether due to incompetence on my part or, even worse, transgression.
"What about classes? I'm personally looking forward to potions the most, although Defense Against the Dark Arts is rather tentative as well." Spoke Connor with a proud smirk. "I don't think we need to ask Alvarus what his favourite class will be, do we now?"
"Of course it is transfiguration!" Alvarus exclaimed, surprising me and Connor alike.
"Really now?" Asked Connor. "Thought it'd be Care of Magical Creatures?"
"Oh, it is too, but it's what I've done all my life." Explained Alvarus. "Transfiguration, however, fascinates me. To turn creatures into objects and vice-versa, creating the illusion of life where there is none is something I can't wait to experiment with!"
"Wow. I wouldn't have guessed." Commented Connor. "And you, Carlos, any idea which class is going to be your favourite?"
"I don't know… maybe History of Magic?" I proposed. Both Connor and Alvarus looked at me weirdly.
"Wait, seriously?" Connor snorted.
"Yeah, why?" I asked obliviously.
"Nothing, it's just that everyone tends to think it's rather… tedious." Explained Connor.
"Oh…" I felt a bit nervous upon hearing that assertion, like I didn't know what I was talking about. I couldn't be that bad, could it?
Soon enough, a tune played inside the compartment and the mirror above our seats displayed the image of our conductor again.
"Hello passengers, we will be arriving at Hogsmeade station in approximately ten minutes. Make sure not to grab any and all personal belongings as you step out of the train, and thank you for using the Hogwarts Express!" He cheerfully announced.
"Ten minutes? That turned out quick." I commented, not having felt the passage of time since we started talking.
"Let's get going then, otherwise we'll have to queue for the exit." Advised Connor.
And so we grabbed our bags and exited the compartment as the train decelerated and eventually came to a halt. I kept Auric tucked in a pocket inside my robes so as to not lose sight of it. As soon as the doors opened, students started pouring out by the tens, to the point I couldn't make out the silhouette of the station amidst the crowded platform.
The sea of students moving toward the platform felt overwhelming. I clutched my bag tightly, trying to keep up with Alvarus and Connor. The excitement around us was palpable, everyone eager to start their new adventure at Hogwarts. I looked around, taking in the hustle and bustle of the train station.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" A manly voice bellowed, booming over the noise of the platform.
"This way!" Alvarus called out, beckoning us to follow him. We pushed through the crowd, eventually making it to the platform where a tall, wide man whose long brown hair blended seamlessly into his equally long beard stood, holding a cubed lantern with a bright sphere inside of it while calling out for first years.
"All firs' years, make a group close to me!" The man called out, and so we complied while the older students went in another direction.
"This is Hagrid, my dad. Hi Dad!" Said Alvarus enthusiastically as we approached the man, who seemed to grow bigger the closer you got to him. He gave us a warm, welcoming smile.
"Al! Good to see ya, lad! And these must be yer friends, eh?" Hagrid said, his eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, these are Carlos and Connor," Alvarus introduced us proudly.
"Nice to meet ya both," Hagrid said, shaking our hands with a grip that felt like it could crush bones. "Now, let's get ye all to the boats. Follow me!"
Hagrid led the group of first years down a path that wound through the darkening forest. The excitement was mixed with a bit of nervousness, as whispers about the castle and what awaited us floated through the group. The path opened up to the edge of a large, shimmering lake.
"Alright, four to a boat!" Hagrid instructed, pointing to the small wooden boats lined up along the shore. We climbed into one of them, me nearly losing balance when it trembled under my weight. The three of us sat with another student who introduced herself as Sarah, a shy girl with glasses and an air of curiosity.
"Everyone in? Right then — FORWARD!" Hagrid called out. The boats started gliding smoothly across the water, powered by some unseen magic. The lake was calm, reflecting the starlit sky above as well as the lanterns hanging above each boat.
For a while, we couldn't see anything from our point of view. We were mostly surrounded by the silhouettes of pine trees over on the closest lakeshores. It was only after the boats took a soft turn towards the greater lake that we were finally able to see what I'd been expecting since this whole ordeal began: Hogwarts Castle.
And so it towered before us, its lights sprinkled gently throughout the dark walls. It was just like what the Grimoire had shown me: A magnificent central tower with a spired roof that glistened against the moonlight, next to a long hall with tall lit windows and turrets. In front of it, an entrance chamber with a large arched window that seemed to glow with a big "H" letter engraved. On the other side of the castle sat the Astronomy Tower, a half-moon structure with a big circular telescope opening on its flat side that dwarfed the surrounding structures with its main turret, stretching high enough to see the sky from all angles. Seeing it in drawings and pictures was one thing, but to see it materialised in front of me felt… surreal.
Whispers of awe broke out amidst the boats, it was probably the first time some of these students were seeing the castle. Despite my primer, I couldn't refrain from gazing intently at the structure. So dense, so complex, like something I always wished I could draw but couldn't due to a lack of imagination. It seemed to defy the very laws of physics due to its height and scale, but Professor Longbottom's words echoed in my mind at that moment "The laws that govern magic may be different, but they are laws nonetheless."
"I've always wanted to see the castle like this!" said Alvarus.
"Me too…" I muttered.
I barely noticed it when the boats finally reached the other side of the lake and entered a small building which I assumed was the boathouse, gently bumping against the dock. Hagrid was there to help us off the boats, his large hands steadying them as we climbed out.
"Alright everybody, now up the stairs and onto the Courtyard!" Announced Hagrid, gesturing at… oh god, the longest stair path I have seen in my entire life.
And long, it was. We were about one fourth of the way up the steps when my legs began feeling tired. Midway through the stairs, there was audible complaining. Three quarters of the way, my legs were aching. When we finally reached the top, I was exhausted, my trembling legs now agonising in pain.
"You okay there?" Asked Connor when I nearly lost balance and had to support myself on the parapet.
"Yeah… I'mma just need new legs after this." I humoured to ease the pain.
The long stair path led to a large cloistered courtyard, preceded by a wide viaduct that stretched all the way to the hills opposite to the castle. The entrance was marked by a tall arch with a hanging clock on top, its lights casting a golden glow onto the middle of the courtyard, where a giant ornate fountain stood.
Hagrid gestured for us to stop next to the fountain. As we approached, I noticed it was made of gleaming gold, with intricate carvings and statues that seemed to come to life under the soft glow of the courtyard lights.
"Gather 'round, everyone," Hagrid called out, his voice echoing in the courtyard. "This here is the Golden Memorial Fountain, dedicated to all those who fell in the Battle of Hogwarts."
Upon a closer look, I noticed there were several names etched on the fountain, glistening under both the torch and moon lights. Although the statues atop the fountain depicted war, they also transmitted a sense of victory. Several witches and wizards were displayed standing on top of each other to lift up a young wizard with round glasses who had his wand drawn to the skies, their rugged faces showing a sense of triumph amidst the pain and loss.
Hagrid's voice grew solemn as he gestured to the courtyard centrepiece. "This right 'ere," he began, "is a reminder of the bravery and sacrifice of those who defended this school during the Battle of Hogwarts. Many lives were lost that night, but their courage and determination ensured that our school could remain a place of learning, unity, and acceptance."
We all stood in silence, gazing at the names etched into the golden surface. The statues seemed almost alive, their faces reflecting both pain and triumph.
Hagrid continued, his voice steady but emotional, "The Battle of Hogwarts wasn't just a fight for the castle. It was a fight for the very values this school stands for. Friendship, loyalty, solidarity, but most important: the pursuit of knowledge for the betterment of all wizard and non-wizardkind alike. Even though that battle was won, the fight against darkness is never truly over. There are still those out there who would seek to undermine everything we hold dear. That's why it's important for each of you to stay vigilant, to stand up for what's right, and to protect the legacy of those who came before you."
He paused, letting his words sink in. The gravity of what he was saying settled over us, a stark reminder that the magical world still had lingering scars of a troubled past.
"May their names never be forgotten…" Hagrid finished in a tone which resembled that of a prayer. "Let us keep moving."
He then gestured for us to follow him towards the front doors of the castle. Whispering ensued amongst the first year group, and I thought I heard an audible "what a load of rubbish" being uttered in the background. We stopped at the foot of the grand staircase leading up to the castle's entrance. The heavy wooden doors loomed above us, adorned with intricate carvings and wrought iron details that hinted at the castle's ancient and magical history.
"Alright, everyone," Hagrid said, turning to face us. "This is it. Ye're about to enter Hogwarts for the first time as students. Remember what I said—be brave, be kind, and look out for each other."
I felt a knot in my stomach tighten. This was it—the moment we'd all been waiting for. I glanced at Alvarus and Connor, who both looked equally anxious and excited.
"Are you ready for this?" Connor asked, nudging me with his elbow.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, trying to match his confidence. Truth is, I wasn't ready at all, but I knew I had no other choice than to follow through.
Hagrid then knocked at the front doors, his large hand hitting with a force that echoed throughout the courtyard. A few moments passed and the whispers began dying down, the only remaining sound being that of the lit torches around us. My breathing grew heavy as the expectation grew, I felt that anything could happen at that moment.
Then, the doors creaked open.
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