“And.. we are finally here,” my father says, as he finishes parking the car.
I let out a shaky breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. I was beyond nervous. Today was the day that I, Magdalene Roberts, started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Maggy, you are going to be great. She would’ve been so proud of you,” my father says reassuringly as he unloads the trunk of all my belongings. By her, he means my mom. My mother went to Hogwarts, I really wish she were here to see me off.
At least my dad was here, I thought to myself. Dad pushed the cart carrying my trunk. My trunk had all of my belongings that I would need like my clothes, books, and quills. Laying on top of the trunk was my cat, Leeroy. Leeroy was an old cat who loved affection, so I decided he would be the one to keep me company at Hogwarts. Leeroy jumped into my arms as my dad stepped up to the platform and brought me into a big bear hug. Unlike my mother, my father had no ounce of magic in him, so he couldn’t go through the platform. When Profesor Dumbledore had come with my letter to Hogwarts, my dad was shocked, he thought I was like him, a muggle. It hurt me to leave my father on his lonesome, but I had to go to Hogwarts, it’s what my mother would have wanted. I gave my father one last hug as I stepped in front of the platform, passing by a gang of redheads. Once I positioned myself between platforms 9 and 10, I looked back at my father. He gave me a reassuring nod as I turn back to the platform and run straight through it.
The first thing I saw was a big beautiful train which I assumed was the Hogwarts Express, the train that brings students to Hogwarts; I read about it in Hogwarts: A History. Next, I saw numerous wizarding families sending their children off. I sighed as I made my way to the train, by myself.
When I got on, I went into the first compartment I saw, only for someone to already be in it. There was a girl my age with dark bushy hair reading a book.
“Sorry to intrude, I can leave if you want,” I say.
“Nonsense, you can stay. I just didn’t think there would be anyone else on yet,” she says.
“Well I was alone so I just thought I would hop on and catch up on my reading,” I say as I sit down.
She closes the book she was reading and puts her hand out, ” Me too!” she exclaims, “I’m Hermione Granger, nice to meet you.“.
“I’m Magdalene Roberts, but you can call me Maggy. It’s nice to meet you too.“, I smiled.
Instead of reading the whole train ride as I anticipated, me and my new best friend Mione talked for most of it. We learned about each other, and it was finally good to have a friend.
“What house do you want to be sorted into?“, I asked while tossing a Bertie Botts in my mouth.
" I think I’d be in Gryffindor, it seems the best place to be. Or maybe even in Ravenclaw. Where do you want to be sorted?“.
“You-Know-Who was sorted into Slytherin, you can’t possibly want to be a Slytherin,” Hermione said.
“My mother was a Slytherin when she was in Hogwarts. After she died I knew if I did go to Hogwarts it would have to be Slytherin or nothing. My mother was no dark wizard.” I said defensively.
“I’m sorry Maggy I didn’t know,” Hermione said, trying to comfort me.
Our little heart-to-heart was interrupted though as a clearly frazzled boy around our age barged into our compartment.
“Has anyone seen my toad Trevor?” he shrieked.
This should be exciting.