"Excuse me." Harry said quietly. "Hello dear, first time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." The lady pointed at one of her sons, he was thin and tall, gangly as well. With red hair. All of them had bright red hair. If he, Harry, wasn't already wearing glasses, he'd definitely need some by the end of seven years. This Ron's face was covered in freckles, you could barely see the rest of his skin! Ron had rather big hands and feet as well.

"Yes," whispered Harry. "The thing is — the thing is" he continued more bravely, I don't know how to—"

"How to get on to the platform?" She smiled, and he, Harry, nodded.

"Not to worry. All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and 10. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now right before Ron."


He pushed his trolley right at the barrier and broke out into a jog, it looked quite solid. He braced himself for the inevitable crash, but it wasn't coming...? He was sure that the barrier wasn't that far away, so maybe it worked? He opened his eyes and gaped.

Right in front of him was a beautiful scarlet steam engine waiting to take young witches and wizards to Hogwarts. Surrounding it were families tearfully waving goodbyes to their children.

He felt a pang in his chest.


Harry wished he had a family that loved him. Even a little bit.

Never mind! He told himself. One day he'd have a family. He wasn't a freak anymore.

Harry stepped onto the train and tried to lug his trunk up. Yeesh, he thought. Why'd it have to be so heavy?!

Suddenly those two twins Mrs. Weasley had appeared. Fred and George, if he'd remembered correctly.

"HEY!" One screeched.

"DO YOU" The other one yelled.




Harry turned dizzily.

"Yeah, uh, that'd be, uh, great."

One of the twins turned to the other.

"George" one began

"I think" the other said

"That we have" Fred snickered

"Exhausted" George smirked

"Our friend's" Fred openly laughed

"Mental capabilities!" The two said in unison.

"Harry and their mother glared at them.

Fred and George grabbed Harry and Harry's trunk and went inside the train.

"So, Harry"

"Do tell us"

"What is it like"

"Being the Boy Who Lived?"

"Of course"

"We mere mortals"

"Have no idea what it's like!"

Before Harry could answer the twins pushed open a compartment door. There was a girl inside who was trying to push her trunk onto the rack above. She turned.

The twins exchanged wicked glances.

"HEY!"! George screamed

"DO YOU" Fred screeched




The girl glared at them. "I don't need help, can't say the same for YOU.

"OOOH" Fred smirked amusedly

"THIS ONE'S" George snickered

"QUITE FIESTY." Fred finished.

She pushed her trunk up on the rack and kept glaring.

He, Harry, stepped forward. "Hi. I'm Harry Potter." He put out his hand.

The girl relaxed and smiled at him "Hey. My name's Midnight." She shook his hand.

Fred or George butted in.

"Oh, before we forget"

"We were wondering if"

"Our dear brother"

"The wonderful"

"And talented"

"Ickle Ronniekins"

"Could shove off in your compartment"

"Of ickle firsties?"

He and Midnight shrugged.

The twins shoved a boy into the compartment and onto a seat.

"BYE BYE RONNIE!" They screeched in unison, and then proceeded to slam the door shut.

The three of them looked at each other. Finally, Midnight broke the silence. "Well, THAT was awkward." They all laughed and the tension was broken.