PrathamaSri

It was a fine day in London, surprisingly enough. No rain. Not a cloud in the sky. Almost as if the sky had been cleared by magic...

King's Cross Station was particularly busy due to the massive amount of families pouring in. They headed straight for platform 9...and what happened to them nobody wondered. Because muggles don't see everything.

A family of four gathered beside the column leading to the famous station of Platform 9 3/4 where the Hogwarts Express was stationed. It was eagerly awaiting the flood of new students to come aboard before setting off for the grand school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Hogwarts.

This family was perhaps no different from anyone else. A father just seeing off his three children and telling them about his own time in Hogwarts. He'd met their mother there. He'd met his lifelong friends there. The children were already excited for their time. Who would've thought kids would be excited for school. All three of them stood there with their trollies, about to go through the wall. But of course, the dad wanted to test their bravery a little. He'd joked and said it was a test to see if they really were future witches and wizards. Which was nonsense since they'd all received their letters.