2. The Journey From Platform Nine and Three Quarters

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The first chapter was a massive success, Thank you everyone for the wonderful support! Now onto the story.

It was September the 1st now and both Y/n and his brother were stood in King's Cross Station with their grandmother.

The last month had been relatively slow for the boys. Atticus had taken to reading the daily prophet as he waited for the days to pass. Y/n on the other hand had taken the time to read through some of the books he had needed to buy for his upcoming school year.

"Packed with Muggles, of course..." A female voice called out. 


Y/n and Atticus looked to the side of them to see the speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like their own ones in front of them.

"Weasleys no doubt..." Atticus commented.

"Please do not start." Y/n started and sighed looking at a clock.

"You two had better be going otherwise you'll be late." Y/n's grandmother said now.

"Yes grandmother." Y/n said but Atticus just rolled his eyes.

The two boys then noticed a young black haired boy their age pushing his cart after the Weasely's.

"Come on. I told Draco I would meet him on the train." Atticus said grabbing his cart handle.

Y/n and Atticus began to push their trolley's now as the owl and cat sat in cages stirred at the sudden movement before settling again.


"Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go..."


"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet." Her mother told her. "All right, Percy, you go first."

What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it, but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.

"Fred, you next." the plump woman said.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George." said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred." said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone...but how had he done it?

Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there...and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere.

Harry then watched as two familiar looking boys walked through the wall next and disappeared followed by an elderly woman. 

There was nothing else for it. "Excuse me." Harry said to the plump woman.

"Hello, dear." she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."

She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.

"Yes." said Harry. "The thing is...the thing is, I don't know how to..."

"How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Harry nodded.

"Not to worry." she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. 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 before Ron."

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