Disclaimer: JK Rowling (the great, the one and only) owns Harry Potter. I sadly, do not, for if I did, Harry's parents wouldn't be dead, Voldemort wouldn't exist, and everyone would be happy, which of course makes a terrible story.
Chapter 6: The Hogwarts Express
"Harry, are you ready?" James called, "We have to leave now!"
Harry sprinted downstairs carrying the empty bird cage (Hedwig was apparently going to fly to Hogwarts by herself later).
"Your suitcase is already in the car, hurry up now."
The boy leaped into the vehicle and placed the cage on the empty seat next to him as his father clambered into the driver's seat.
"We're going to be late." Lily bit her lip.
"No we're not." James gave her a meaningful glance before stepping down hard on the accelerator.
"OK, now then Harry, you've got to run into the wall." His mother explained.
"What? Do you want me to get a concussion or something?" She smiled.
"No, watch your father, he'll show you."
James then proceeded to race towards the wall of platform 9.
The boy watched in amazement as his father disappeared into the wall.
"See? Now it's your go, I'll follow after you."
Harry rolled his trolley along with him and faced the wall.
Shutting his eyes, he ran towards it.
"Ow, Harry, slow down!" James exclaimed, stopping the trolley before anyone else could get hurt.
Harry opened his eyes and absorbed his surroundings.
He was standing in on a large platform, where a red train labelled 'The Hogwarts Express' was waiting. There were loads of other people, kids and adults, most of them with either owls or toads, although some did have rats.
"You've got to get yourself a seat, darling." Lily said sadly, hugging him, "Write to us as soon as your there, OK? Hedwig will know where to take the letter, so just tie it to her leg and tell her it's for us."
"I hope you have a great time there, and we'll look forward to seeing you in the christmas holidays." James patted his back awkwardly before handing him his suitcase and the owl cage and giving him a small push in the right direction.
Feeling slightly lost, Harry got on the train and began his search for an empty carriage. Everyone already seemed to know each other, and some carriages were way more full than they should have been, so he found a vacant one within a few minutes.
He settled himself down before realising he had nothing to do, except read his textbooks, which didn't seem like a particularly attractive idea.
"Urrm, coud I please...sit in here?" A familiar voice asked nervously. Harry turned around (for he had been looking out the window) to see the boy from the shop.
"Oh. It's you. You can sit here. But only if there are no other empty carriages. Why don't you sit with your sister and her friends?" Harry glared.
"She joins next year. There are no other empty carriages. Sorry." Ron bit his lip, "About the shop I mean, sorry about being so rude."
"Forgiven," The boy sighed finally, "You can sit down now." They both smiled as Ron put his suitcase overhead and took a seat opposite Harry.
There was a very long, very awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the train beginning it's journey.
"Would you mind if I asked you something?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head.
"What was it like...being in a coma? Everyone said that like, you were in a parallel world."
"I was. I was in a world where my parents had been killed." Harry said slowly, "I lived with my uncle, aunt and cousin, and they absolutely hated me."
"They can't have been that bad." Ron tried to reason with him.
Harry gave him a disbelieving look, "My bedroom was a cupboard under the stairs, which they had somehow stuffed a bed into."
The conversation continued for a good hour, until it was interrupted by a girl with dark bushy hair.
"Have you seen a toad? Neville lost his. I'm Hermione by the way. Hermione Granger."
"No, sorry, also, I'm Harry Potter, he's Ron...?"
"Weasley." Ron smiled.
"Well, if you do see the toad, we're in the carriage at the very front of the train. Wait, Harry Potter?" She asked, wide eyed.
"Yes." He glared.
"Well I'll be going then." She said, shifting uncomfortably, before leaving.
As soon as she was gone, Ron opened his mouth to say something.
"Do you want to buy anything?" An old lady said, interrupting whatever he was about to say, and earning a sour look.
Ron shook his head, "No money." He said unhappily.
"How much is the whole trolley?"
Harry gave her the money and she handed over the trolley.
"Thanks." Harry said, reaching out to take a pack of 'Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.'
"Don't take them." Ron warned, "They literally come in every flavour. I swear I once had one which tasted of rotten lettuce."
Harry laughed and the conversation resumed.
I updated! Finally! Aren't you proud of me? :)
I'm really sorry about that, but with school starting up again and all, it was kinda hard :/
Please tell me what you think, and how much the whole trolley actually cost in the book, cuz I couldn't remember.
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Live long and prosper :)