ok, ppl I'm sick of explaining in detail so I'm going to do it in POVs. Reviews, please! God, I hate Grammarly. 

Kylie's POV: 

*dream starts*

It's my sixth birthday. Of course, my birthdays were never how I would like them to be. My dratted cousins will ALWAYS find a way to starve me for a whole month on every - fucking - birthday! To mum and dad, what matters isn't their daughter - it's their respect.

I was sitting in a corner, crying my eyes out. Nobody noticed I was missing. Except - 

"Hey, sis?"

*sniffles* "Yeah?"

"I-I got you some of your birthday cake"

"Really?" 

"Yeah."

"Thanks!"

"Don't mention it."

"You're the best sis.."

"You too~"

"KYLIE, IS THAT FOOD?!"

"Aunt, i- it was me, I got her some cake~"

"HOW DARE YOU EAT WHEN YOUR OTHER COUSINS SPECIFICALLY REQUESTED YOU NOT TO!"

"Mum~"

*to the brats* "You all decide the punishment, darlings."

"Hmm, how about ANOTHER month of not eating?"

*through gritted teeth* "Fine, sure..."

I couldn't survive the hunger. I was fucking six! 

*dream ends*

"Kylie, you okay?" asked a sweet, comforting voice. I recognized it immediately to be my best friend Ron. "Yeah, just a bad dream.." I replied, sitting up. Of course, it wasn't. It was my actual sixth birthday. Fucking Brit brats. "Y- you want a hug?" he offered cutely. Merlin's beard, he's too cute. "Yes, please." I pouted, falling into his warm, homely arms. We melted into each other. Nothing can separate us. Nothing... 

Ron's POV:

Birds chirped outside my~ our windows. It must be morning. What's today's date? Oh yeah, 1st September. WAIT, WHA~ "Kylie, wake up!" I exclaim, rapping her cheek. "Ugh, fine, I'm up.." she said groggily. Bloody hell, she looks so cute with her little bangs, and pouty lips~ RONALD WEASLEY, YOU ARE BLOODY 11! ACT LIKE IT! BE CHILDISH SO SHE HATES YOU! "Oh shit, c'mon Ron," Kylie calls from near the bathroom sink. "Bloody hell, you swear?" I ask, surprised. "Better get used to it, Weasley," she grins, as she puts some of my spearmint toothpaste on her toothbrush. Oh, we're so gonna have fun at Hogwarts...

<time skip to platform 9 and 3/4>

We were finally at the wall. "Fred, you first!" Mum called cheerfully, but tensely. "He's not Fred, I am!" George said, indignantly. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?" he continued, as Fred shook his head disapprovingly. I heard a stifled giggle from my right to see Kylie practically die of stifled laughter. Oh, bloody hell, she makes me smile~ I'M JUST STATING FACTS! MY GOD! (no, he didn't hear Fred say "OnLy JoKiNg, I aM fReD! ~ author

Anyways, this weird-looking boy approached us. He has brilliant green eyes, messy jet-black hair, and round, broken glasses. What's even weirder is that he has an owl. Must be a wizard. "Excuse me! Can you tell me how to- to..."

"How to get onto the platform?" Mum finished in a sweet way she's never talked to me before.

The boy nodded.

Kylie's POV:

What if I crash and make a fool of myself? Will I make it? Such questions looted my positivity. I'm lucky if I don't get a panic attack now... Suddenly, warmth filled me. It immediately brought a smile to my face. I looked down at my hands which were writhing uncomfortably had suddenly relaxed. For a warm hand held mine. I turned to my left to see Ron quickly turning away, blushing furiously. I felt myself reddening when Mrs. Weasley called me and Ron to get on the platform. Nervousness found its way back to me but Ron whispered "I'm right here. We can do this." I smiled gratefully at him and held his hand tighter than before. We closed our eyes and ran through the wall. We did it. There was a beautiful scarlet train that said 'Hogwarts Express'. For the first time in my life, I felt at home.