I know that Harry's last month with the Dursleys wouldn't be fun. Now that they knew Harry was a wizard, they'd be scared of him for sure.

I wanted to go for a visit. I'd recently discovered that she could walk through doors like the doors themselves didn't even exist!

Therefore, I walked the few feet to the Dursley's front door, and walked through the door with no problem at all. From the front hall, I could hear Harry talking to his uncle.

"Uncle Vernon?" A grunt. How rude! "I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to go to Hogwarts." Another grunt. Even ruder! "Would it be alright if you gave me a lift?" Grunt. How rude can this man get?! "Thank you."

Finally, Uncle Vernon spoke. "Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Where is this school, anyway?"

"I don't know," said Harry. "I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock."

"Platform what?"

"Nine and three-quarters."

"Don't talk rubbish. There is no platform nine and three-quarters." Oh yeah, I'll show them!

"It's on my ticket."

"Barking. Howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross."

"They're not mad, y'know," I responded. Aunt Petunia shrieked as Harry turned around.

"Liliana!" he greeted. "How did you-"

"Walked through the door," I answered. Uncle Vernon stiffened. "Doesn't always work, but muggles doors are quite easy...Anyway, meet me at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, alright?" Then I apparated. For the first time! Wow, even I didn't know how I did that, but the next second, I was standing in my bedroom.

Wow, that was cool!

Third Person's POV

Harry woke at five o'clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn't want to walk into the station in his wizard's robes. He'd change on the train. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Hedwig was shut safely in her cage.

Two hours later, Harry's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys' car. They reached King's Cross at half past ten. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry's trunk onto a cart and wheeled it into the station for him. Harry thought this was strangely kind until Uncle Vernon stopped dead, facing the platforms with a nasty grin on his face.

"Well, there you are, boy. Platform nine, platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?" He was quite right, of course. There was a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all.

"Have a good term," said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Harry turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three of them were laughing. Harry's mouth went rather dry. What on earth was he going to do? He was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig. He'd have to ask someone. He stopped a passing guard.

"Excuse me, Sir. Can you tell me where I might find Platform 9 ¾?" Harry asked.

"9 ¾? Think you're being funny, do ya?" The guard strode away, muttering about wasting time.

Harry was trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it. He was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large owl. Hagrid must have forgotten to tell him something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. He wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten.

At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying. "It's the same year after year. Always packed with Muggles, of course..." Harry swung around. The speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like Harry's in front of him, and they had an owl. Heart hammering, Harry pushed his cart after them. They stopped and so did he, just near enough to hear what they were saying.

"Come on. Platform 9 ¾ this way! All right, Percy, you first."

Harry is amazed.What looked like the oldest boy runs towards the brick wall between platforms nine and ten. Amazingly, he disappears right into it. Harry is amazed. "Fred, you next."

"He's not Fred, I am!" the other twins complains.

"Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother!" the first twin exclaims.

"Oh, sorry, George!"

"I'm only joking. I am Fred." He runs through the wall, and is followed by his twin brother.

Harry shakes his head in disbelief. "Excuse me! C-could you tell me how to-"

"How to get on the platform? Yes, not to worry, dear. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well." She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. "Now, all you've got 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."

"Good luck," the girl says.

Harry pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. He took a deep breath and runs at the wall. He shuts his eyes and emerges on the other side a magnificent station with a red train and bundles of people. A whistle blows, and Harry sighs with relief.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, He had done it. Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks. The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families.

Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."

"Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh.

A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd. "Give us a look, Lee, go on."

The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.

Harry pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove and heave his trunk toward the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice he dropped it painfully on his foot.

"Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he'd followed through the barrier.

"Yes, please," Harry panted.

With the twins' help, Harry's trunk was at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment.

"Thanks," said Harry, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

"What's that?" asked one of the twins suddenly, pointing at Harry's lightning scar.

"Blimey," said the other twin.

"He is," said the first twin. "Aren't you? Harry Potter!"

"Oh, him," said Harry. "I mean, yes, I am."

The two boys gawked at him, and Harry felt himself turning red.

"Where's your sister?" they asked.

"Erm, I dunno. She said to meet me-"

"Harry!" Liliana ran up to him. "I was waiting for twenty minutes! Where were you?! I was worried you'd be late!" Then she suddenly noticed the twins there. "Oh hi!"

"Are you-"

"Is she-"

"Oh, I'm Liliana Potter."

"Wow-"

"Fred? George? Are you there?"

"Coming, Mom." With a last look at Harry and Liliana, the twins hopped off the train.

"Come on, Harry. Let's get an empty compartment."

They quickly found one, and sat down next to the window where Harry could watch the red-haired family on the platform and hear what they were saying.

"Are you spying?!" Liliana hissed icily. Harry looked up, surprised.

"Well, stop! It's rather rude!" she took Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and began to read.