The big day had arrived. Sara was walking along the platforms of King’s Cross Station, watching the continuing flood of people following the boards. She only had a small pale blue bag containing her camera and some chocolate frogs her grandmother had given her when she had received her letter for Hogwarts. « You can’t stay alone very long with chocolate frogs », she had said. Samuel, Sara’s brother, was carrying her weighty suitcase. He had insisted that she would need most of the stuff in her bedroom, including half of her wardrobe, three quarters of the things on her desk and almost all of her books. Moreover she couldn’t go without some objects from her collection of antique items, so the trolley was rather full.
Sara checked her ticket. It indicated Platform 9 3/4. She frowned, searching for the unusual number. Samuel looked over her shoulder.
« I told you this whole magic stuff was invented by grandma. This platform doesn’t even exist. Hey! »
Sara’s grandmother, Maria, had just hit Samuel behind the head.
« You’ll see if it’s an invention. How dare you call magic into question, Samuel Charles Palarion! »
Samuel smiled at her, acting as if he had said nothing. Sara sighed. How was she going to do without him? She didn’t have the time to answer this question, Maria was already leading her through the crowd.
They arrived in front of a pave wall. Sara looked at her grandmother, filled with dismay. She knew there was something special about herself. She knew it since the time she had made a leaf fly when she was five. She had hidden it for a long time, thinking that it was normal. Fortunately she was not a very talkative girl, so she hadn’t shared her distinctive characteristic with anyone. Children could be cruel sometimes. But right now, she had the feeling that her grandma had been playing her with all her magic stuff and her school of wizardry. Even the name sounded weird. Seriously, who would call a school « Hogwarts »?
« Samuel, you stay here. Sara, run into this wall. »
« Are you mad grandma?! I’m not bulletproof! » chocked Sara.
Maria severely looked at her, pointing out the wall. Sara knew she couldn’t run away, so she complied and prepared herself to her imminent death. She closed her eyes, breathed out and started to run.
When she opened her eyes again, she was in front of a huge red train, not the kind you could usually see in King’s Cross. There was something different about the people too. There was a lot of children, between around 10 and 19, and according to the hugs and the tears, the adults accompanying them were their parents or their family.
Maria was smiling at her granddaughter, satisfied.
« So what is invented now? »
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