King's Cross Station

Today is an important day. At half past ten, he was at the station. The atmosphere here was crowded but cramped to breathless. In the stifling space, few people noticed the boy with smoky brown hair pushing a bulky trunk. He repeatedly rolled his eyes only to find the cryptic decimal line 9 3/4 displayed on the train ticket contained in the owl letter to a few days ago.

Harry stood helplessly between platform 9 and 10 and wondered if he should ask anyone. Left in a crowded place, no one knew, the strange way, his heart seemed to fall into the abyss. The young mind was momentarily engulfed by fear - he was afraid that it was all a dream, until he woke up he would return to the Dursley's little bedroom ...

Finally, after the ideological struggle between standing here and waiting for a savior who might never come and ask for directions , he pityly transported the bulky trunk to the station staff to ask for direction.Before he arrived, Harry suddenly turned his deer eyes on the girls and boys and their parents ran straight through the brick wall right in the middle of platforms 9 and 10. It seemed they had lit him up. Harry's heart glowed with a glimmer of hope, so his heart was beating faster and faster.

Something told him to follow them!

Harry directed his car standing perpendicular to the brick wall just now, his heart both nervous, excited and scared. If he guessed wrong, he would be a joke to everyone here. But Harry was not mistaken, certainly not mistaken. He kept pushing the car forever, pushing forever. His eyes were still closed until a flash of light forced him to open them. Turning his head to look back, the number that always stuck in his head finally appeared - platform 9 3/4.

Platform 9 3/4 has already exists, so what about Hogwarts?

Is he going to start a new life, have new friends, new adventures?

But now is not the time to be assured. How could those owls find what myself consider to be home? Where is Hogwarts? Why am I invited to study at that weird school? Then the admission letter with the train ticket? Well, the school is treated like a five star hotel! But ...

How the hell did these eyes open this morning to see myself standing at the station with this heavy luggage ?! Or last night I was kicked out of the house by me aunt and uncle by my aunt and uncle. Although still not enrolled at that school, but he's already unlucky.

He was bored to put the luggage and the new owl that appeared this morning on the train at the urging of the notification bell. The carriages are full. After walking for a while, he also found an empty room. In the moment of struggling to pull the chest into a corner, the train door suddenly opened. Harry looked up enough to see a girl with chestnut hair looking at him:

- Hello! - She showed an intimate smile.

Realizing that the opponent seemed to be using all her strength to pull the chest, he could not hear her, so she used her hands to push Harry's trunk:

- Well, let me give you a hand.

- Thank you so much.

- Harry was still surprised at her sudden appearance.

Finished arranging two chests and two owl cages, without waiting for an invitation, she gently sat down on the chair opposite Harry. The slender white fingers brushed the thin dust that remained on the skirt. Her way of speaking and behaving reminded Harry of a beautiful princess - arrogant, cool and kind.

Without embarrassing Harry, she lifted her small face with her hand and looked at the scenery outside the window. Harry followed her eyes. The dark brown eyes made Harry feel peaceful and strange. She looked at Harry as if she wanted to start a conversation and get to know her, but she didn't know what to do properly. Probably unfamiliar with the silence, she immediately said:

- I said hello, but you're busy so maybe you didn't notice?

- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't really notice. What can I call you?

- Granger! Hermione Granger. But you can call me Hermione.

- Hi, Hermione, I'm Harry Potter!

- Harry Potter ?! - Hermione looked at him suspiciously. - Allow me to be rude. Ah, this is the scar! - Her face was radiant, as if finding an acquaintance, amidst so many strangers.

- Can this scar identify me? - He accidentally touched his scar with his hand.

- You are famous in the wizarding world!

- So I'm really a witch?

- All the people on this train are witches or wizards. If they are not a student, they are also a professor in the school!

- So I'm a real witch ... but hey. I'm a witch so do I have magic?

- Of course, did you buy the wand?

- I don't know why it is with me anymore - Harry took out his wand.

- Let me see your wand, hmm - Her eyes flashed - Harry, the wand has the tail of a phoenix. It's the twins with the you-know-who's wand.

- Who? You've been saying something that I didn't understand.

- He is the cause of the scar on your forehead, Harry.

- What is his full name, why is it that everyone call him like that?

- Well, I'm not talking anymore, I'm so scare now! By the way, I heard that Hogwarts's headmaster - Professor Dumbledore knows about you-know-who most, I think you should ask him.

You-know-who? Why we must call him by such a name? Who is he? Why is he in connected with professor Dumbledore? That's so annoying!

Suddenly a great pain struck Harry and he collapsed to the floor. Hermione panickedly rubbed his head with both hands. His tears suddenly poured out ... why is that? Did something happen that I didn't know about?

- Harry, Harry! - Screamed worried Hermione.

- I'm okay - He smiled and took off her hands that were clasping out of his head.

- Harry, do not fall like that again? - She pulled him to his feet, brushing the thin soil on both of their clothes with his hand.

- That's quite shame huh? - He laughed, scratching his head with his hand and his face flushed red.

- Yes - Hermione smiled.

Her innocent smile caused Harry to look at Hermione. It's Hermione, she's not good at prying around, not nosy everything about him. Her heart is so sincere and so beautiful.

It all seemed to signal a crush on their friendship ...

The two person did not know what happened outside the glass, a guy with silver hair was leaning against the door to look at the chestnut-haired girl inside. He involuntarily smirked his lips and left as if nothing had happened.

Hogsmead Station

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