0.2 Platform Nine And Three Quarters

0.2 Platform Nine and Three Quarters

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September 1, 1989

The month of August passed quickly before my eyes, I was perusing the books I had bought with Professor McGonagall in search of some answer about the Yew wood, but I could not find anything.

The day came to go to the train to go to school. I put on my clothes and put all my things in their corresponding places, I didn't have many things, but after buying the books, the cauldron, the balance, the set of redomas and the telescope, I had very little space. I went by cab to the train station, it was a somewhat uncomfortable way, the man kept looking at me as if I was crazy. "People are really crazy, an owl? Are you serious? I had to ignore him all the way, my ears were hot, I was sure they were red with embarrassment.

Once in King Cross I looked for the platform that was written on my ticket, 9 ¾, but I only found the number 9 and 10.

I didn't dare to ask anyone, I just stopped in the middle of the corridor trying to collect my thoughts. I turned to see them and they were the same redheads I had seen in that Madame Mulkin's Uniform store, only there were two more of them. They were each pushing a trunk and carrying an owl.

— Well, my dears, this is the stop. — Said the same plump lady I had seen in the store as the two redheads who looked like the eldest sons ran and disappeared into the wall. My eyes widened at what I had seen. But how had they done it?

When all the sons had entered, I approached the lady.

— Excuse me — I said in a friendly tone.

— Oh, hello, my dear, I didn't see you here. You look like someone, though, oh well. — she said examining my face. — First year at Hogwarts, right? Fred and George are new too.

— Sort of, I don't know anything about this world and?

— You don't know how to get on the platform? Don't worry about it. — said the lady with a smile on her face. — You just have to walk straight to the barrier. — She pointed between the two platforms — Don't be afraid, it's best to go quickly if you are nervous. Go now, before me.

With a nervous smile I positioned myself in front of the platform and pushed my cart and started running towards the barrier. It felt strange. When I got there I could see the steam train, scarlet in color, and next to where it had come from was the sign that read: "Platform Nine and Three Quarters".

Everything was real, real people, there were too many kids, many were saying goodbye to their parents, others were already boarding the train. I went to one of the compartments that was empty, I took the lightweight first, which would be my Howard owl and tried to take my trunk up, but it was quite heavy.

— Do you want help with that? — I followed the voice and met one of the red-haired boys from the store and with embarrassment I just nodded.

— It would be very helpful. — I wiped my forehead with my arm.

— George, come help me!

Thanks to the redheads, my trunk was next to the compartment I would be staying in.

— Thank you very much. — I said sitting down on the seat.

— It's nothing, I'm Fred and this is my brother George. — said one of the twins, we shook hands. – Or maybe it's the other way around — replied the other twin. I stared at both of them and then sounded my throat while touching the back of my neck.

— Uh, well, my name is Amelea, Amelea Barnes, nice to meet you.

I heard a voice through the open compartment door.

— We're coming, Mom.

I looked at them one last time before they left the compartment.

— Please behave yourselves, I don't want a complaint from either of you. I charge you Charlie, you're the oldest.

— Of course I am, Mom, don't worry, I'll keep my eyes open. — said another boy with reddish hair as he ruffled the twins' hair.

— Where is Percy? — asked their mother.

— I'm here, I was chatting with some students about one of the classes.

— Well, have a good year, send me an owl when you get there.

There was a whistle.

— Hurry up and get in. I love you. — She kissed each of the children and they boarded the train to their compartments.

The train began to move, the train itself turned and houses could be seen in the distance and passed by with great speed. I didn't know what was going on, but I wasn't complaining, it felt exciting to be here.

At half past twelve we could already see big fields full of cows and sheep. They looked adorable. I heard a big commotion in the aisle of the train, and a woman with a friendly face looked out and said to me — Would you like something from the cart, dear?

I almost shook my head, but I had remembered that Professor McGonagall had handed me some coins. I shyly got up and bought some sweets to entertain me during the trip.

Minutes later the door to my compartment opened revealing the same boys who had helped me earlier.

— How are you?

I could tell they completed their sentences often. I rolled my shoulders, playing it down.

— I'm fine, a little nervous? — I said in a low tone, a little uncomfortable with the attention.

— Don't worry, this should be an exciting year.

— Full of mischief. — said who I thought was Fred. — Oh those are chocolate frogs. — he said as he removed the container from my side, where I had the few candies I had bought. He unwrapped it and pulled out a card.

— Ah, I got Dumbledore. — He handed me the card and I saw him move and wave at me. - What the hell? Why is he moving?

— You don't know? — I shook my head.

— I don't know anything, I just got a card one day and here I am, doing something crazy. — I sighed turning the card over and read:

Albus Dumbledore, currently headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by almost everyone to be the greatest wizard of the present time, Dumbledore is particularly famous for defeating the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve applications of dragon's blood, and for his work in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore is fond of chamber music and bowling.

— You were never told about magic or you're a Muggle.

— What the heck is a muggle? — I said confused.

—You. You must be the child of non-magical parents.

— Are there more ways to call people names? — I turned the card over and the silver-haired man with the half-moon glasses was gone. — Where did he go?

— He wasn't going to be there all day, was he? — that made me even more confused.

— In addition to muggles or better known as dirty bloods, there are half-bloods, who have wizards in their family. If you have at least one magical parent usually the child would also come out with magic, and there are the purebloods.

— The ones who are one hundred percent wizarding? — I interrupted the twin.

-Exactly, you're learning fast.

— How come, if you're a Muggle, you're a witch?

— I don't know either, I still think they're wrong, but Professor McGonagall says otherwise. — I looked at the window, the sky was getting darker and darker.

— Professor McGonagall? did she look for you personally?

— Something like that, why, is it bad? — I turned my gaze to one of the twins, who a while ago was stealing my candy.

— Not necessarily. We'd better change into our uniforms, we'll be there soon. — They left the compartment, because during these months people have taken the task of confusing me more and more?

The train stopped after about five minutes, I waited for some of them to get out so I wouldn't be crushed when I wanted to get out. A peculiar voice shouted above the wave of students:

— First year! First years over here!

A tall man with a hairy face called out, I headed towards him, staying a little behind everyone.

— Come, follow me, watch your step!

We all followed the man, I was amazed to see how tall he was, I had never met anyone that tall before.

Carefully we followed the man through a narrow path, everything was very dark, I felt that I would fall if I made a wrong step, there was not much silence, in the back there were still people talking, but for my part, it was silent.

— In a few seconds you will have your first glimpse of Hogwarts — exclaimed the tall man. — Right... here!

I opened my eyes as I saw the big castle, it looked spooky as it was dark, I could see a big lake and a big mountain.

— Come on! No more than four in a boat. — the man pointed to a fleet of small boats lined up on the water, next to the shore.

I got into one of them with three other people, and when we were all in one boat, they all started to move at the same time, it was a quiet lake. Now they were all silent, contemplating the surroundings.

We got out of the boats and climbed over some rocks and pebbles until we finally reached the soft, wet grass, in the shadow of the castle. We approached a large gate and the tall man with his giant fist knocked three times.

Serie Charlie Weasley

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Amelea Barnes

Prologue

Life Before

⠀⠀⠀→ 0 The strange girl and the letter

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.1 Diagon Alley

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.2 Platform Nine and Three Quarters

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.3 Sorting Hat

First Year 

⠀⠀⠀→ 1 Year 1

Second Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 2

Third Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 3

Fourth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 4

Fifth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 5

Sixth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 6

Seventh Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 7

0.1 Diagon Alley

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July 28, 1989

Two months have passed since that crazy day in the alley. I learned that Professor McGonagall taught Transformations and was an animagus so she could shapeshift into a tabby cat. She, or rather Dumbledore, who was the headmaster of the school, put me up in a room, where I could eat whatever I wanted and bathe.

— Do you have the list of what you need? — asked the teacher as we walked towards a sealed brick wall.

— Yes, I have it here. — I took the paper out of my pocket to show her. — But wherever we're supposed to go, this wall is clearly sealed.

— Take a step back, Barnes. — He tapped three times on one of the bricks, three up and two horizontally. The brick he had hit moved strangely and from the middle of that brick wall a rather large hole appeared.

— How... did you do this? — my eyes were the size of soup plates.

— Magic, my dear. — she stepped through the hole into a large street full of stores, cauldrons and people shopping.

— Welcome to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley? What a peculiar name. I followed the teacher's lead as I swung my head around trying to see every store. Spiders? They really are wizards if they fly on brooms. I had only heard of them from stories, they said they were bad people. Around me I could see several people my own age, maybe they were also new to this world. I was just hoping to meet someone who was just like me.

— Open the list, we have to start shopping. — said the teacher pulling me out of my thoughts, I unfolded the sheet and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF MAGIC

UNIFORM First year students will need:

-Three plain working robes (black). -One pointed hat (black) for everyday wear. -One pair of protective gloves (dragon skin or similar). -One winter cloak (black, with silver clasps).

(All student clothing must have name tags on it).

BOOKS All students must have a copy of the following books:

-The Statutory Book of Spells (Class 1), Miranda Goshawk. -A History of Magic, Bathilda Bagshot. -Magical Theory, Adalbert Waffling. -A beginner's guide to transformation, Emeric Switch. -A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms, Phyllida Spore. -Filters and magic potions, Arsenius Jigger. -Fantastic Animals and Where to Find Them, Newt Scamander. -The Dark Forces. A guide to self-protection, Quentin Trimble.

REST OF THE EQUIPMENT

1 wand. 1 cauldron (pewter, size 2). 1 set of glass or crystal phials. 1 telescope. 1 set of brass scales.

Students may also bring an owl, cat or toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST GRADERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE BROOMS OF THEIR OWN.

— Come on, there is a lot of shopping to do.

We were on our way to where I would buy my uniform, we already had almost everything, only my uniform, my wand and my mascot were missing. In a cart we carried the books, the scales, the cauldron, the sets of glass beads and the telescope. We entered Madame Mulkin's store, the sound of a bell announced our arrival, and a smiling and plump witch dressed in mauve welcomed us.

— Hogwarts? — she said as she looked at the teacher. — Nice to have you here. - the teacher nodded her head.

Madame Mulkin motioned for me to follow her and I didn't move until the teacher gave me a gentle push.

— Go, my dear, it will be quick. — I nodded before following Madame Mulkin to a footstool, which she made me climb onto. She slipped a robe over my head and began to measure and mark the appropriate length.

Again I heard the bell on the door letting us know that someone else had arrived.

— I'll get you your uniform as quickly as possible, beautiful. — she said and then approached those who had arrived. — Ah the Weasleys, nice to have you here again.

With some trepidation I turned and saw a family, they had red hair, they looked like carrots. Two boys who looked like twins passed by where I was, both on a footstool, waiting for Madame Mulkin to finish with my uniform. I think I was staring at them for a while because I saw a hand move in front of my face.

— Are you all right? — one of them said. — Do we have something on our faces? — replied the other.

I shook my head apologetically under my breath.

— It's all ready, beautiful.

Without further ado I thanked him and got down from the stool with some haste, I saw how the teacher was talking to the red-haired lady and I approached her with some embarrassment.

— Can we go? — I said once I was next to Professor McGonagall. She said goodbye to the lady and then we left the store.

Our next stop was the wand shop. The store looked cramped and shabby, and above the door we could read in golden letters "Ollivander: maker of excellent wands since 382 B.C.". Already entering the store a bell could be heard ringing just like in Madame Mulkin's store. It looked like a library, but they were not books, they were thousands of narrow boxes, carefully stacked up to the ceiling.

— Good afternoon — said a gentleman with a kind voice.

I startled at the sound of the voice and the creaking of the floor. I looked at the teacher, but she was still with her emotionless face.

A gentleman with big pale eyes, they were very beautiful, they reminded me of the full moon. I gave him a small smile as I waited for him to continue talking.

— Ah, yes — said the man as he arranged a small mountain of narrow boxes. — Amelea... — the man looked behind me to where the teacher was and with a small smile returned his gaze to me. — Amelea Barnes. Nice to meet you. — I could see in his expression how he wanted to speak, but he refused to say it.

— Come on Ollivander, we need to make one more stop, this is no time for small talk. — Professor McGonagall said in her dry voice.

Mr. Ollivander cast a thoughtful glance. — Well, now, Amelea... Let me see. — From his pocket he took out a tape measure. With which arm do you hold the wand?

I've never had a wand, how would I know that? I decided to go by the hand with which I write and raised my left hand.

— With my left hand, sir... — I replied.

— Extend your arm, Amelea. — He measured from my shoulder to my finger, then from my wrist to my elbow, from my shoulder to the ground, from my knee to my armpit and around my head. It was all so fast. As he was mediating he was saying to me:

— Every Ollivander wand has a central core of a powerful magical substance. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feather and dragon heart nerves. No two Ollivander wands are alike, just as no two unicorns, dragons or phoenixes are alike. And, of course, you will never get as good results with another wizard's wand.

As I was processing the information he had just given me I hadn't noticed that he was no longer standing next to me, but checking among the shelves, pulling out boxes, which I assumed that inside these narrow boxes were the wands. He opened a box and pulled out a wand.

— Okay, Amelea, try this one. Ebony wood and unicorn hair, twenty-one and a half centimeters. Springy. Go on, try it, wave it.

I took the wand with my left hand, I observed the details of it before waving it around. Seeing the failed attempt, he took the wand away from me and put it back in its box to keep looking for more.

— No... Yew wood with a phoenix soul, twenty-eight centimeters, inflexible flexibility. An unusual combination.

He handed me the wand and the second I held it in my hand a warmth came to my fingers. I waved the wand in the air and some green lights appeared and hit the wall.

— Bravo, it's the right one... Well, well, well, it's quite curious...

I took the wand from my hand and put it back in its box and then wrapped it in wrapping paper while still mumbling: "Curious... quite curious".

— Excuse me, but... what's so curious, sir? — I said in a soft tone as I watched him wrap the box.

He looked up and locked his gaze with mine.

— I remember every wand I've ever sold, Miss Barnes. Every single wand. It turns out that your wand is quite powerful, but quite damaging if it falls into the wrong hands. Yew wands are the rarest to see, whoever possesses it are likewise unusual. It has the great reputation of giving its wielder the great power of life and death. — Before he could continue speaking, the teacher interrupted him.

— That's all, Ollivander, you've said too much, look how the poor girl has turned out. — she mentioned at my still and confused state. — Thank you very much. — said the teacher as she handed him the coins.

We left the place and headed towards the pet store.

— Don't pay too much attention to him, dear, she just likes to talk too much.

I nodded at her words, I tried to get his words out of my mind, but the last sentence still echoed, "They have the great reputation of giving their possessor the great power of life and death". What did he mean by that?

We arrived at a shop, Owl Emporium.

— Wait for me here, I'll go buy your owl. — She disappeared into the store. I leaned back on the cart carrying my things, waiting for her to return.

A few minutes later, the teacher came out with a cage in her hands, a small brown owl with white dots, its eyes were open yellow.

— His name is Howard, take him as a birthday present. Come on, you have everything, you must rest after this day.

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Amelea Barnes has always had a lot of problems with her family, leading her to have a lot of problems with herself. Those same problems made her parents leave her in the hands of her terrible grandmother Isabela. One day she received a strange letter, which told her that she had been accepted as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, from that day her life has changed. Despite not understanding very well the concept of everything, she would give her all to make her teacher proud. There she would learn many incantations and various tricks. Even though she was a somewhat closed girl, she would make many friends, including a pair of red-haired twins.

Two years later, the famous Harry Potter, the boy who survived the terrible attack on his family, would enter the school. Amelea will not only meet new friends, but also secrets from her past that have been kept from her. A strange feeling has grown in her to want to protect her friends. Many challenges have arisen, the arrival of strange creatures and the return of the Dark Lord. A new family became present in her life thanks to the conviction of her friends. They will protect each other until the end of their days. They not only gave her a chance to be part of the family, but also to find the love of her life among them.

A big, dark secret is hidden by the ministry and the school board. Will Amelea be able to know the big secret about her that they have been keeping from her? Will she and her friends be able to survive the future that awaits them?

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Amelea Barnes

Age: 13 yrs

Birthday: March 14th, 1978

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Unknown for now

Personality: Becomes quite protective of those she loves, especially if they’re younger than her.

Physical: Shoulder-length pale brown hair, tanned skin, 1.60cm, Eyes with Heterochromia, one eye green and the other blue.

Fear: Snakes

Motivation: Being able to become a doctor