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shuu · 08-30-2009, 10:12 AM

Hi
This is my first FF. This happens on Platform 93/4 at the first time Albus go to Hogwarts ( the Epilogue in DH). The world and characters belong to Jo except for some new characters. Hope you like
Part 1: On the platform 9 3/4

The fall has come lazily with some breezes playing with hair and clothes of passers-by. The little family crossed the crowded station heading to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Harry and Ginny were pushing two trolleys on top of these sat two large cages. The owls inside them hooted indignantly drawing questioning looks of commuters on the station. A black-headed boy was chattering enthusiastically about something, while his younger brother seemed to swallow every word with a bright face. A little girl behind them burst into tears.
“ What’s wrong, Lily?” said Harry anxiously.
“ I want to go to school” sobbed Lily. Harry smiled at her and said:
“ It won’t be long. Two years and you’ll be going too”.
“ I want to go now”. Tears full of her green eyes. The five Potters reached the barrier. James and Albus took their trolleys from their parents and leaned against the brick wall. A moment later, they vanished. Ginny took Lily’s hand and they followed the boys walking through the barrier with Harry behind them.
Platform 9 ¾ was as crowded as the station. Groups of people gathered near a scarlet locomotive. Some students stuck their heads out of windows talking with their friends or families. Cats purred, toads croaked and owls hooted adding to voices of people noisily. Lots of eleven year-old boys and girls, as well as Albus, looked around nervously.
The Potters passed a blond-headed boy whose face was especially pale on the way down the platform.
They reached a coach. Harry helped to lift two trunks onto the train then turning round to face his family. James had run to look for his friends. Albus was eyeing around and then he asked Harry:
“ Have they come yet?”
“ They’ll be here soon. Why don’t you go and look for an empty compartment while we wait here?” said Harry. As Albus went on the train, he walked towards where Ginny and Lily standing. Lily kept sniffling. Harry crouched down and placed a hand on her cheek:
“ C’mon….”. At that time, he heard a familiar voice echoing over the crowd.
“ Harry, Ginny.”
He turned round to see Ron, Hermione, Rose and Hugo. The fours were walking towards them, beaming.
“ Everything’s ok, mate?” said Ron patting Harry on the back. “ Where are the boys?”
“ On the train,” said Harry. “ What makes you late?”
“ I nearly crashed into a mailbox when I had dodged to avoid crashing an old man” said Ron. He smiled full of guilty while Harry laughed. “Then we had a trouble with a polix and came late.” He glanced at Hermione. She and Ginny were both talking cheerfully. Lily and Hugo were running around their legs. “ I haven’t passed the Muggle driven test yet. Wish you could see, she almost tore me in two.” said Ron shaking his head while Harry laughed even louder.
They saw Rose ran towards them then she seized Ron’s sleeve pulling him to the train:
“ Daddy, come and help me with my trunk.”
Harry stood there watching Lily and Hugo with a gentle smile on his face. Suddenly, he felt someone dashed against his back. He swung round to see a boy with blond hair and a pale face looking up at him with horror. The boy looked like he was to faint. He stuttered:
“ I’m……I’m….sor..sorry, Sir.” Harry held out a hand to help the boy up and smiled at him:
“ It’s ok. Just watch carefu………” Harry stopped mid-sentence staring at him, mouth-opened. The boy glanced at Harry then broke into a run. Harry turned round to find the boy though he was out of sight. Ginny, Hermione, Lily, Hugo and Ron joined him a few seconds later. Ginny looked at Harry’s surprising face:
“ Is something wrong, dear?”
“ Oh, no….nothing. Just a boy….but he couldn’t be….” said Harry still eyeing the crowd of students near the train. Ginny, Ron and Hermione looked at another wondering.

Prongs.RJGirl · 08-31-2009, 01:29 PM

That's a really nice start to the story!!!! My own story is somewhat this type only!!!! Hope to see you writing more soon!! PAMS!
XOXO,
Tina.

hermionesclone · 08-31-2009, 03:36 PM

Wow! You're really good! I love the beginning! Ha!

Ron nearly hit a mailbox while trying to avoid hitting an old man! That was hilarious! Is that little boy who i think it is? He seems so scared and nervous! Have to wait until the next post to find out. Great post! Loved it! Can't wait for more!
Kita
PS: New reader!

shuu · 09-02-2009, 12:47 PM

I'm glad that you like it. I'm quite busy these days but I'll try and post as soon as I could. Thanks for comments. They encourage me so much.

firenjen · 09-04-2009, 04:10 PM

wow that was awsom!
ooooh whos the boy!
the kiddies are soo cute!!
more please

Jen X

shuu · 09-08-2009, 05:41 AM

Part 2: Two weeks ago…

That was a serene morning in late August. The sky was clear and cloudless. Andrew was sitting on his bed reading a fairy tale named Jack and Beanstalk, his favorite one. Sunlight spread through the opened window, landed on the book, illuminated his blond hair. His round pink face was alight with joy. As he had finished the book, the door opened and his grandpa’s face appeared at the doorway:
“ C’mon, boy, breakfast’s ready downstairs. Change quickly” said Grandpa. He retreated behind the door, and then opened it once more:
“And don’t read that book again” he said then closed the door with unnecessary strength. Andrew slid off his bed and threw the book back on the shelf. He sighed. Grandpa was kind of humorous and lovely, but sometimes, he was so scary. He never allowed any extraordinary things happened in this house. He forbidded Andrew to read fairy tales, and he would turn off the TV immediately if he caught sight of any magician. In addition, if you said something like miracle in front of him, he would lock you in a cupboard. His fear was that Andrew would get bad ideas. Andrew had a terrible memory of telling his grandparents that he wished he could fly like the conjurer on TV. They froze on their seats. Grandma stared at him, gasping and Grandpa shouted at him “DON’T SAY THAT AGAIN”. They are quite sensitive, aren’t they?

Once he entered the kitchen five minutes later, everyone had started to eat breakfast. He took his seat between Dad and Grandma. Mum placed a dish of scrambled eggs and a loaf of bread in front of him.
“Thanks, Mum” he said and started eating. It would be a normal morning as usual if there were not an unusual thing making it turned upside-down.
Andew had helped his mother emptying the garbage, and as he re-took his seat at the table, mails had arrived. He noticed an envelop making of yellow parchment and the address was written in emerald-green ink, lying among others. He picked it up and just read the first line: To Mr. A. Dursley when a hand jerked it out of his hand. Grandpa was staring at the letter, his hands trembling. He looked thunderstruck. His large pink face was now no longer pink; it was pale, extremely pale.
“No way! No way!” he muttered. The others were now noticing what he was handling. Grandma let out a shriek. Her eyes moved from her husband to the letter, then to Andrew and back again. Her mouth opened, closed and opened once more but she hardly managed to say.
“What the…?” said Andrew, looking up at his family. “That letter addresses me, doesn’t it? So let me…”
“Never. I forbid” cut off Grandpa. He raised the letter by his trembling hands, but before he could do anything, Dad pulled it out of his hands and pocketed it. Then he turned round, strode towards the staircase up to his room, leaving a heavy silence in the kitchen.

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Andrew could not understand what had happened. He was lying on his bed listening to sounds of argument in the next room. His grandparents seemed to disagree with his father about something mentioned in the letter. Andrew heard “WHAM”, Grandpa had banged his fist on the table and he bellowed:
“NO, NOT IN MY HOUSE. NOT IN MY FAMILY.” Dad was saying something, but his words were drowned by Grandma and Mum’s cry.
Andrew turned round so that he now was lying on his back, gazing at the ceiling. What was that letter about? Who sent it to him? And why did his family act strangely at the sight of it?

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It took me hours, even days to write the beginning of this part. There were several ones, but finally, the simplest is the best.

Hope you like it
Please leave comments

shuu · 09-10-2009, 08:49 AM

Part 3: Argument and Decision

The 3rd day after that letter arrived, the atmosphere in the kitchen that morning was strained and oppressive. Andrew could not help but noticed that everyone has their own thoughts in their heads. Grandpa appeared to be angry. A vein was throbbing in his temple. Grandma and Mum exchanged nervous looks while Dad, still, kept silence. Grandpa looked like he could not stand keeping his thoughts in his head so he let them out:
“Don’t tell me that you’ll let him go to that madhouse. I don’t agree.”
“Why not?” said Dad quietly.
“Why not? You know why not.” snapped Grandpa “He’ll be like that git: odd, bizarre…”
“Harry’s not a git. He saved my life. He saved our lives.” said Dad with a lower voice.
Grandpa seemed to be uncomfortable on his seat. Grandma’s lips pursed tightly.
“Who’s Harry? What are you talking about?” asked Andrew.
Four heads turned towards him. Silence fell down on the table once more. Looked like they did not know how to say. Then, Dad said softly:
“He’s your uncle”
“No” snarled Grandpa, shaking his head.
“He is” said Dad. His voice was a little sharp. He was looking into his father’s eyes.
“How dare you…,” shouted Grandpa. His face was as red as a brick. Grandma gasped, staring at the two. This was the first time Dad said straight to Grandpa. He trembled slightly. A few seconds had passed; he went on, rising his voice:
“That is the truth. He’s my cousin. He’s you nephew.” Dad’s face now reddened more and more. His voice sounded intense and determined. “Harry’s a good guy. He’s a great man, a great….wizard.” He pressed on, ignoring his father’s glare and his mother’s gasp. “You heard that man. He was chased by the most wicked and dangerous wizard. Though, he did not run. He stayed and fought. He did not hide yet he found a place for us to hide. He protected us, putting him in danger to protect others; those did not consider him as a family’s member.” He said without pauses to breathe as if he would not have another chance to say. He and Grandpa were staring at each other, breathing heavily. Mum placed a hand on Dad’s left hand and squeezed it tightly.
“Dudley, you shouldn’t have talked to your father like that.” said Grandma.
“I’m just telling the truth.” He said the last two words with a miserable tone.
Andrew stared at the adults. What are they talking about? Who are they talking about? Harry? His uncle? And he is a wizard. He froze on his seat, wondered what on earth was going on.

Prongs.RJGirl · 09-15-2009, 06:26 AM

OMG!!!!! Your hard work paid off!!!!!! This is brilliant!!!! So exciting!!!! Dudley's son going to Hogwarts???? That was Dudley wasn't it, and Vernon was Grandpa!!!!! That is such a brilliant idea, and you're a great writer. This is good enough to get published!!!! Can't wait for more!!!

XOXO,
Tina.

shuu · 09-16-2009, 11:53 AM

Part 3 (cont)

That night, to Andrew, was a memorable one in his life. He was lying on his bed when he heard a knock at the door. Dad stepped into the room, his face was hard to read. Though as he sat down on the bed, he smiled gently at Andrew:
“There’s something I want to tell you,” he said as he pulled the parchment letter out of his pocket. Andrew looked at it, waiting. Was Dad saying what he expected he was saying?
“You should read your letter first.” Andrew held out a hand and Dad placed the letter on it. His hands trembled slightly as he unfolded the letter and read it.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
Dear Mr. Dursley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term begins on September 1. Please notice the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipments.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Andrew grinned from ear to ear. This was such a dream come true. He had been waiting for this as if he knew, all along, that it would come someday. There were strange things happened around him. Things seemed like magic. He knew yet he did not know how or why they happened to him. He kept them secret from his family, though he was under the impression that his father knew about that, so did his grandpa. Grandpa tried all his best to stop strange things happen yet there was no need to tell that he failed miserably. Andrew could not help but grinned at the thought of his grandpa.
After minutes of eagerness, Andrew looked up from his letter and found that Dad had been observing him with a gentle smile.
“So this means you…I may go?” asked Andrew nervously, his heart beat against his ribs. He hardly breathed.
“I made my decision,” said Dad. “Yes, you may go.” Andrew let out a shriek, thrown himself on to his father and hugged him. A grin on his face.
“But what about Grandpa?” asked Andrew, letting go of his father.
“He still doesn’t accept this,” sighed Dad. “I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry.” He added as he saw the look of worry on Andrew’s face. Adnrew grinned. Everything seemed to be fine after all.

Prongs.RJGirl · 09-18-2009, 11:11 AM

Yay!!!! Andrew's going!!! I wish Vernon accepts this!!! PAMS!!
Tina.

shuu · 09-28-2009, 03:25 PM

Uhm here is part 4: Hogwarts Express

Andrew was on the car heading to King Cross Station. He had a strange feeling right now. Only two weeks ago, he had been an ordinary boy wishing he would be able to do magic and then he become a wizard all of a sudden. Everything seemed like a joke excepting one thing: it was the truth. Andrew was on the way to Hogwarts, a Wizarding School, in order to learn real magic. Andrew felt excited with the thought of being a wizard, yet he felt scared either. He did not know what would be waiting him in Hogwarts, where he would spend months without his family. That was a difficult thing for an eleven-year-old boy like him, especially after the tearful parting this morning.
As Andrew half climbed into the car, Grandma burst into tears, pulled him towards her and hugged him tightly. She sobbed on his shoulder for an age, saying that she was going to miss him badly before Grandpa patted her on the back to comfort her. Then she started to sob on his large chest making him wince. Andrew’s eyes met his grandpa’s and realized he was looking down at him over Grandma’s head half angry half disappointed.

From the moment he heard Dad and Andrew’s conversation on that night, he did not talk to anyone, even Grandma and locked himself in his room all following days. As Andrew was back from London with his books, cauldron, and wand four days after that and talking enthusiastically about what he saw at Diagon Alley in the living room, everyone heard footstep stamp on staircase and the door slam.
“I have to go now. I will be back on Christmas,” said Andrew earnestly as Dad started the engine. Grandpa looked as Andrew climbed on the car again and waved at them from the back seat. Grandma let go of him, mopping her eyes by a handkerchief. Once the car reached the gate, he hesitated, and then cried loudly:
“Write when you get there.”
Andrew turned round immediately to see his grandparents waved to him. He grinned.
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Andrew came to the station at fifteen to eleven. He and Mom stood on the crowded station, watching people get in and out trains while Dad went and found a trolley. Five minutes later, his trunk was heaved onto a trolley and pushed forwards through streams of passenger. As the three inched the barrier between platforms nine and ten, they stopped. Dad crouched down and hugged him and Mom kissed him on the forehead:
“I’ll miss you. Take care of yourself.” Andrew nodded his head, took the trolley and turned round to face the barrier. A girl and her mother had vanished through it. Andrew’s mouth turned dry and he felt as though his inside turned upside-down. He glanced back at his parents. They were looking at him worriedly. He smiled slightly to comfort them and, too, encourage himself. Another little boy was stepping cautiously towards the barrier and then walked through it.

Andrew closed his eyes, took a deep breath and broke into a run. After one minute or so, he slowed down and opened his eyes. He gasped as he found him standing on a large platform. A scarlet engine lied there, pouring white smoke over the crowd. A sign said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Andrew looked back at the barrier and saw that it now was an iron archway.

To tell the truth, it was an interesting experience walking through a brick wall without damaging your head and stuff.
He eyed the crowded station. Sound of chatter and the engine and the sight of people move caused a confuse impression for Andrew. He trembled as he saw there were a lot of witches and wizards on the station. They looked weird wearing robes and decorations, and for some reason, he felt scare.

Andrew hesitated for a moment then reckoned that he should go and found a couch to place his trunk. He dragged it alongside the train, hustling through the crowd. He caught sight of many little boys and girls, about the age of his, looking around nervously. Andrew crossed a group of three older students who were showing to another their collections of some kinds of plants and animals he had never seen before. Keeping on staring at those strange things, Andrew dashed against a man and felt on the ground, and so did his trunk.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Sir,” he stammered. He looked up at the man and saw he was staring at him. He took the handle of his trunk and ran away as fast as he could, too scared to realize who the man he had run into was.

Prongs.RJGirl · 09-29-2009, 11:14 AM

Thank God vernon's cool about it!!! I know who that man was, it was harry right??? PAMS PAMS!!!!!!
Tina.

shuu · 09-30-2009, 02:48 AM

yeah, it was Harry of course

I'm working on the new chaptter anyway

**druidflower** · 11-04-2009, 03:41 PM

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ginnywright · 11-05-2009, 09:05 PM

please post more soon
I'm dying to read more!
you and prongs. RJ Girl are writing sort of the same story so it's awesom to see the differences anyways, keep writing!

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