Reminder from Ch. 3:
I looked up at him to see if he looked disgusted, but he didn’t. “I don’t care.” He explained, smiling.
I smiled as he helped me up.
"I'm Neville." he said, shaking my hand.
"Molly." We released each other's hands.
"Come on Neville, we must hurry!" A woman with a stuffed vulture on top of her hat, and a red handbag appeared around the corner. She grasped his wrist, and pulled him around the corner.
Our eyes met before he disappeared, and they read "Good bye."
***
I picked up my bag, threw it over my shoulder, and marched out of St. Mungo’s.
I walked through the town. I found a train station, and bought a ticket to France. There were people there, who I thought might be witches and wizards, because children had owls in cages, cats in their arms, odd books like ”Potions”, and “Defense Against the Dark Arts”, and they were all walking towards he same direction.
A boy my age approached me. He had messy black hair, had a beautiful snowy white owl in a cage on his trunk, wore black rimmed round glasses, and had an interesting scar on his forehead that was the shape of a lightening bolt.
“Excuse me, do you know where I can find platform nine and three-quarters?” he asked me.
“Oh, sorry, I have no clue. Isn’t that kind of impossible for a platform nine and three-quarters to exist?” I answered.
“I don’t know. It is on my ticket though.” He said.
I looked at his ticket. It was true. Do you think he is a wizard? I thought. He seems like one. I’ll ask.
“Umm… if you don’t know what I’m talking about, just forget it. Are you a wizard?”
“Yeah. Are you a witch?” He asked quickly.
“Yes, I am, but I haven’t started school. I’m going to Beauxbatons, in France.”
“Oh,” he said, and I thought I heard a bit of disappointment in his voice, “I’m going to Hogwarts.”
“Hogwarts?” I repeated quizzically. “Is that another magic school?”
“Yep,” he answered; he held out his right hand. “My name is Harry.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Harry. I’m Molly.” I hesitated, and held out my left hand, hiding my hideous right hand behind my back. Harry looked up at me confusedly, but then switched hands so we could properly shake hands.
“Pleasure to meet you as well.” He said politely.
I saw a family of red haired people who looked like witches and wizards.
“Hey, Harry,” our hands separated, “Those people look like they know where they’re going.” I gestured to them with my left hand, purposefully, of course.
Harry saw them, and said, “Thank you, Molly.”
I smiled, and said, “Anytime.” He smiled back.
“Well… bye.” Harry said.
“Good-Bye.” I said.
Harry ran to catch up to them, but just before he ran out of sight, he turned to me, and waved. I waved back, and he left.
Man, he was cute! I told myself.
And so nice, and polite, and…
Forget it, Molly, you’ll, never see him again.
Oh, yeah… well, I’ve heard love always finds a way!
Oh, shut up!
Ok, ok…
I looked at my ticket. Platform 11, it said. I got on the train, and found and empty compartment. The train began to move, about five minutes later.
I’m on my way to Beauxbatons, I said in my head. I was having a conversation with myself again.
Are you sure you are doing the right thing?
Of course! It is where I belong!
But I didn’t know then that the three years I would spend in Beauxbatons would be the three worst years of my life.
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