animafangirl2012

Chapter one: Platform nine and three-quarters. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was just 10 o’ clock at the first of September. The early ones nervously made their way through the daily crowd that was filling the King’s Cross station. ‘Common  mum!’ a girl with a large brown cat, that lay lazily in her arms, squeaked. ‘Don’t worry honey’ the women next to her answered, while pushing the trolley, on which lay a large trunk. ‘the train won’t leave in another hour, so we have plenty of time!’ Not one of the people,