Golly gee! It's Harry Potter!
"It's the same every year: packed with muggles, of course. Come on!" Molly yells at the six of us. "Platform 9 3/4 this way!" We walk to the barrier and stop. "Percy, you first." He runs through the barrier. Molly looks at the twins. "Fred, you next.""He's not Fred!" George exclaims. "I am!" I smirk.
"Honestly, woman," Fred says. "You call yourself our mother."
"Sorry, George," Molly says. Fred walks up next to her.
"We're only joking," he says. He smiles. "I am Fred!" The twins run through the barrier and a short kid with black hair and glasses walks up to Molly.
"E-excuse me?" he says. "Cou-could you, could you tell me . . . h-h . . ."
"How to get onto the platform?" I ask. He nods.
"Yes, not to worry dear. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well," Molly says. "Now, all you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten."
"Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous," I tell him. He runs through the barrier, and I follow, looking for him. I spot him loading his luggage onto the train and walk over to him.
"Need some help?" I ask. He looks at me, startled, but nods. I help him put both of our things on the train. "I'm Emalia Moran, by the war, but my friends call me Em." He smiles.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," he says. My eyes are wide.
"Yeah. Say, do you think you could help me out?" I nod. "I don't really know anything about Hogwarts." I smirk.
"I think I can help with that," I say. "Come." I gesture toward the compartments of the train. We find an empty one and sit on either side of it. "So, the first thing you need to know is there are four houses: Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff." He nods. "Slytherin's symbol is a snake, they're green and silver, and they stand for ambition. Hufflepuff's symbol is a badger, they're yellow and black, and they stand for loyalty. Gryffindor's symbol is a lion, they're scarlet and gold, and they stand for bravery."
"What about Ravenclaw?" he asks. I grin.
"Ah, yes. Ravenclaw's symbol is a mighty eagle, they're blue and bronze, and they stand for intelligence, intellect, and imagination," I boast.
"I'll guess you're a Ravenclaw then?" he asks. I look at him.
"Very good, Potter. You might just find yourself a Ravenclaw!" I hear a knock at the door and look towards it: Ron.
"Do you mind?" he asks. "Everywhere else is full." Harry shakes his head.
"Not at all," he tells Ron.
"I really should go find Gred and Forge, make sure they're not getting into any trouble without me," I say. "It was nice meeting you though!" I tell Harry. He nods, and I walk out.
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