The Start
'Go!' Her uncle spat out, as they were leaving. They had arrived at the train station. 'Okay. Bye, I guess. .' Hailey says, looking around to see the platform, 9¾. Spotting a security guard, she goes to ask. 'Uh- Sir, Could you tell me where 9¾ is?' to which the guard looked at her strangely. 'Kid, there ain't no platform like that. Go get it right.' he replied. She walks away, panic rising in her body until she hears a woman say 'Here! 9¾ , Now, you go first. .' and quickly follows the voice.
Perhaps it was the platform she had to go in? 'Excuse me, miss?' She asks, to which the woman cheerfully replies, 'Oh, hello dear! Do you need to go on the 9¾ train?' Hailey nods. 'Well, you've come to the right place. Just look. Hey, go on!' she answers, and amazingly, one of her kids goes with their trolley and passes it like it's an invisible wall! 'Woah. .' she whispered under her breath. 'Your turn now.' The woman stated, 'Oh, and my son, Ron, will also be going for his first year. I hope you two become friends!' She said, pointing to her son, who was almost the same height as Harry but a bit taller, had freckled skin,and had red hair just like the woman, smiling awkwardly.
Her hands clenched onto the handle of the trolley as she started walking faster towards the wall. Instead of hitting her trolley on the wall, she passes it like it was nothing! She looks around to see the train. She quickly advances to hop on the train. When finally done, she easily found a empty seat, including nobody in the compartment. Finally relaxing, she sits down and looks out the window until the compartment door opens. 'Hey, excuse me, there aren't any seats left. Was hoping you could let me sit here?' to which Harry quickly agrees, 'Sure.' she says as Ron sits down on the other side.
'So, your name is Ron?' she asks, 'Ron Weasley. And you?' he replied and also asked her name. 'Hailey,' she answers, 'Hailey Potter.' the moment she finishes, Ron jaw is dropped on the floor. 'Hailey Potter? Really? Can you show me the, er. .' he hesitates, leaning closer to tell her, 'The. . scar?' to which Hailey shows it as if it was nothing, 'Oh that?' she responded and pulls her red hair away from her forehead, revealing a nasty lighting bolt-shaped scar. 'Wicked.' Ron trailed off. They chatted and asked questions and just had a great time, until some lady opened the compartment to ask if any of them wanted food.
'I wish, but. .' he holds up a very small bag, 'this is all I got.' he frowned. Hailey thinks only for probably two seconds, and replies 'We'll take the lot.' giving out a big amount of money to the lady. 'Woah.' was Ron's response.
In the next second, their compartment was filled with food. Ron was chewing down on it as if he hadn't eaten food for weeks, while Harry was holding a chocolate frog. 'What's this?' She asked, 'Oh, that?' Ron replied, still eating, 'That's a chocolate frog. You open it and you get a card of a famous wizard. I've got many.' Harry quickly opened it and saw the name - 'Albus Dumbledore.' with a small portrait of him. He had long, white hair (and a beard), and he suddenly vanished. 'He's gone!' Hailey exclaimed. 'Well, he's not going to stay there forever, is he?' replied Ron. The wizard world was surely quite weird.