Platform Nine and Three Quarters
Maybe we'll also find out more about this Severus guy and Death Eaters, Harry.
"He killed our parents, didn't he?" Harry asked.
"The one who gave us our scars," I clarified.
"You know, Hagrid," Harry said.
"We know you do," I finished. Hagrid looked resigned as he sighed and looked at us.
"First, and understand this because it's very important: Not all Wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was a Wizard who went as bad as you can go. His name was V-" Hagrid studdered and couldn't seem to get past the first letter. "His name was V-" Hagrid cut himself off again.
"Maybe if you wrote it down," Harry suggested.
"No, I can't spell it. All right, Voldemort."
"Voldemort?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Shh. It was dark times, Harry. Dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers."
It's funny how he can say it easily now, isn't it, Harry?
I know. He's probably playing up on the fear people have to stress it to us. Those that oppose Voldemort probably don't fear saying his name, Em.
Precisely, Harry.
"Are they called Death Eaters? Ollivander said something about Death Eaters when he mentioned the Phoenix whose tail feather is in Harry's Wand also has a tail feather in Voldemort's Wand," I said.
"Yes. Death Eaters. He brought them over to the Dark Side." Harry and I tried not to snicker at the unintentional Star Wars reference.
Come to the Dark Side. We have cookies.
Harry! I tried not to laugh at Harry's thoughts.
"Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead," Hagrid said.
I bet Dumbledore stood up to him but he's not dead.
Well, he probably means most people and is emphasising for effect, Em.
"Your parents fought against him. But nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody, not one. Except you two," Hagrid said.
"Us? Voldemort tried to kill us?" Harry asked.
I knew it! Voldemort, or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named as Ollivander called him, is our dad. Tom.
But, did he change his name to Voldemort then, Em?
Probably. Our mother was probably allowed to call him Tom because they were together and Tom loved her.
"Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. Or yours, Emma. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse and an evil curse at that," Hagrid said. Harry and I had always thought it weird that we both had identical, lightning-shaped scars in the same place and it always seemed unbelievable when Aunt Petunia said they came from the car crash that killed our parents.
"What happened to Vol- To You-Know-Who?" Harry asked.
"Well, some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion," Hagrid said. "Nope, I reckon he's out there still too tired to carry on. But one thing's certain. Something about you two stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your names. You're The Twins Who Lived."
Well, that's a stupid title. The Twins Who Lived. The Boy Who Lived and The Girl Who Lived.
Yeah, we're not the only ones alive.
All other boys and girls alive are The Boy Who Lived and The Girl Who Lived, Harry.
I know, right? Such a stupid name.
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"What are you lookin' at?" Hagrid asked as some people gave him funny looks as we passed them. Harry and I had trolleys with our stuff on them including Hedwig (that's what Harry named his owl) and Starfire (that's what I named my cat). Hagrid took out his watch and looked at it. "Blimey, is that the time?" He turned to face us and we stopped walking. "Sorry, Harry, Emma. I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore will be wanting his- Er..." Hagrid cut himself off and tapped his pocket. "Well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, erm." He cleared his throat. "Your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here are your tickets." Hagrid passed us both a ticket. "Stick to them. That's very important. Stick to your tickets." We looked at our tickets. They said 'LONDON TO HOGWARTS' with 'for ONE WAY' (it also has something impossible to understand next to the 'for ONE WAY' part) underneath with 'Platform 9 3/4' underneath that and some unreadable writing at the very bottom.
"Platform 9 3/4?" Harry whispered.
"But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9 3/4. There's no such thing," I said before looking up. Hagrid's gone.
"Is there?" Harry asked before looking up too.
"Maybe we should just try and find it ourselves? It should be near Platform 9 and Platform 10."
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"Harry, don't even think about asking someone. They'll think we're insane. Surely someone else will need to get to Platform 9 3/4. Let's just wait here and watch."
"Fine, Em. You're right." About thirty seconds later, a bunch of redheads started walking over.
"It's the same every year," the woman of the redhead group said. "Packed with Muggles, of course."
"Muggles?"
"Come on, Platform 9 3/4 this way," she said. Harry and I exchanged a look. We followed them to the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. "All right, Percy, you first." I got distracted by the smallest boy picking his nose and eating it and didn't see what happened. That is disgusting. "Fred, you next." I should probably watch this time.
"He's not Fred, I am," the twin who wasn't gestured to said.
"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?" The gestured to twin sighed.
"Sorry, George." He walked over to be in line with the wall.
"I'm only joking. I am Fred." He ran through the wall and his twin followed. THROUGH THE WALL!!! Harry and I shared a look of disbelief before shaking it off and walking over to the woman, the only girl of the group and the nose-picker.
"Excuse me," Harry called.
"Could you please tell us how to get onto the Platform?" I asked.
"Not to worry, dears. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well." She gestured to the nose-picker. So that's his name. "Now, all you've got to do is walk straight at the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous."
"Good luck," the girl said. Harry and I looked at each other.
"I'll go first."
"Thanks, Em." I ran through the wall and the Platform was... Magical is the best word I can think of. I moved out of the way and Harry quickly followed. I pulled him out of the way as he looked at the Platform in awe.
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"Excuse me," Ron called.
Great the nose-picker is back.
Nose-picker?
He picked his nose and ate it when the first redhead went through the wall, Harry.
"Do you mind? Everywhere else is full."
"Yes, we do mind. Please leave." He shot me an evil look.
"I'm sure you could find a place with your siblings or somewhere else..." Harry trailed off as the guy hadn't introduced himself so Harry refused to use his name. He started talking to us first the least he can do is introduce himself.
"Ron Weasley and you are?"
"Harry and Emma Potter," we said in unison. Ron's eyes went wide. He walked over and sat next to me. I thought we told him to leave?
"So... So it's true. Do you really have the... The..."
"The what?" Harry asked as Ron gestured at his forehead. He'd better not be asking what I think he's asking.
"The scar," he whispered.
"That is none of your business. Now, I believe we have politely asked you to leave once already," I said. Ron sneered at me.
"Are you going to let your bitch of a sister talk to me like that, Harry?"
"We have asked you to leave and if you insult my sister again, you will regret it," Harry threatened. Ron gave him a look of disbelief and stormed off. A woman came over with a trolley full of Wizarding candy.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" She asked.
"We'll take the lot," Harry said as he took out a bunch of Galleons from his pocket.
"Harry, no. There are other people on this train. Don't be greedy. Our classmates won't be too pleased if they find out that we're the reason they haven't eaten all day and that is not how we want to start off, is it?" Harry looked sheepish.
"You're right. Sorry, Em."
"We'll take two of each," I said. "That way, we can both try everything and other people still get to eat."
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"You're not still upset your Chocolate Frog jumping out of the window, are you? We did buy you another one and found out about moving portraits and the Collectors' Cards from the Trolley Witch, Harry."
"No. We still haven't tried any spells yet."
"Well, how about you try one now and then I do?"
"Which one?" Harry asked as he got his Wand out.
"That one the redhead gave us as we came back from getting you a new Chocolate Frog." Harry cleared his throat and pointed his Wand at Hedwig.
"Sun-" Harry cut himself off as a girl looked in our compartment.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one," the girl said. I shook my head.
"No," Harry said. The girl looked at Harry's Wand before looking at Harry.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then." Harry cleared his throat again.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat owl yellow," Harry said as he pointed his Wand at Hedwig. She made a noise to show she was offended at being called stupid and fat.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl asked. "Well, it's not very good, is it?"
Harry, this girl is insufferable. Can we please get rid of her?
"Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself but they've all worked for me," she said before she walked over and sat down next to me.
Get rid of her how?
There's this Leg-Locker Curse I read about in How To Get Revenge On Your Enemy: Volume One - Curses, Jinxes and Hexes.
"For example," she said before pointing her Wand at Harry's face. Harry's eyes went wide. "Oculus Reparo." Harry's glasses fixed themselves and Harry looked at them in shock.
Do it, Em. She just pointed her Wand at me. Even if she did it to fix my glasses she shouldn't've pointed her Wand at me without warning me first. That's so rude!
"That's better, isn't it?" The girl asked. "Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter." She looked at me. "That makes you Emma Potter. I'm Hermione Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you both."
"I wish I could say the same but I'd be lying," Harry said and Hermione's eyes went wide.
"You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon," Hermione continued as she tried to not seem phased by Harry's words.
"You're insufferable, you know that?" I questioned. I pointed my Wand at her and used the Leg-Locker Curse on her. I grabbed her, shoved her out of the compartment and shut the door. I saw tears well up in her eyes as she got up and started hopping away. Harry and I giggled as I went back to my spot opposite Harry.
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"Right then," Hagrid called as he walked down the Platform and people started getting off the train. Harry and I started walking over to Hagrid. "First years, this way, please. Come on, first years, don't be shy. Come on now, hurry up." Harry and I reached Hagrid. "Hello, Harry, Emma."
"Hi, Hagrid," we said in unison.
"Woah," someone said and Harry and I turned around to see Ron staring at Hagrid.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you it was rude to stare, Weasley?" Harry asked.
"Of course, she didn't, Harry. She has too many kids to keep track of to teach them all," I said.