[CHAPTER 1 – HARRY WHO?]
The London train station was packed of course. People bustled from one place to the next – hardly noticing if one bumped into someone or even a hurried apology was spoken. One could get easily lost in the chaos. An eleven year old named Kyra was one of them.
Kyra let out an exasperated sigh, and looked hurriedly around her. At this rate she would miss the train. But she couldn’t remember how to get on Platform 93/4.
This would have confused anyone if she asked directions – seeing that Muggles didn’t know about the secret platform for the students of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headed by Albus Dumbledore, it was one of the safest places in the Wizarding world.
She remembered Mrs. Weasly explaining to Ron this summer, but couldn’t recall how to get there. Muttering furiously to herself, Kyra kicked the trolley that held her trunks and Wendelin, her barn owl.
Several travelers looked at her with those what’s-that-hooligan-up-to? look as she shifted the trunks back on furiously and placed the screeching owl’s cage on top. Kyra plunked herself on one of the trunks and held her head in her hands.
Not two seconds later, our of sheer luck, she heard a familiar voice, “-packed with Muggles, of coarse-”
Kyra looked up just in time to see a large patch of flaming red hair bobbing away in the dense crowd. She grabbed the trolley and pushed it with all her might – and ran into a boy wearing glasses held together with a measly piece of tape.
“I’ll never catch them now!” Kyra muttered impatiently as she quickly started to load the trolley once again as the boy slowly picked himself up and rubbed his shins.
“Be quiet, Hedwig! Stupid owl…” Muttering the last part to himself he smiled apologetically to Kyra. “Sorry. Are you going to-?”
“Hogwarts?” Kyra finished, eyeing the owl and the trunks. He stared at her, head cocked. Her voice didn’t match the rest of her.
She was wearing plain jeans with a navy blue Beetles tee and grey trainers. The voice was like a whispering wind, but loud enough to hear over the racket of the station. Surely it wasn’t hers. “Well?” It was.
Kyra’s eyes were locked onto his. One of her black eyebrows was raised in a skeptical arch, urging him on.
He realized she was waiting for him to reply. The boy smiled shyly, “Yeah, do you know how to get on?”
“Well, I spotted a family who know how to get on until I ran into you,” Kyra grimaced. “Are you okay?”
He shook his head, “Yes, I’m used to that. Dudley does much worse…” He paused as he peeked up at Kyra who was smiling at him, amused.
“Dudley?”
“He’s my cousin.”
“Ah. Do you like him much?”
His forehead puckered between his eyebrows, “No, not really.”
“Well, he doesn’t sound that great of a cousin. At least you can threaten him with some magic after the school year.” She laughed to herself. “Why don’t you follow come with me? We might as well since we’re going to the same place.”
Kyra helped him put his things back on the trolley and set off, him following Kyra. They walked for a while until a little girl tugged on her mother’s dress and pointed, “Mum! Mum! Look! It’s Kyra!”
“Ginny it’s rude to point-oh Kyra! You made it!”
“Hi, Mrs. Weasly!”
The little red-head girl ran to Kyra and embraced her cheerfully. Kyra meet her just a cheerfully. “Hey, Ginny. Are those boys being nice to you, or do I have to teach them a lesson like last time?” She eyed a pair of twins with the same flaming hair whose faced burned as red as their hair.
After Ginny let go, Mrs. Weasly practically crushed her lungs in a hug, but once she let go, Kyra walked over to the younger of the boys standing off to the side.
She laughed, “You certainly grew, Ron! What are you now? Three inches taller than me?”
Ron looked down to her, “Only four.” He smiled as she whacked him in the arm playfully.
“Oh, come on Ron, don’t hog the girl!” joked the twins as they snatched Kyra and gave her a bear hug and ruffled her long, curly black hair.
Fixing her hair she sighed humorously, “Nice to see you too, George, Fred.”
They grinned to the boy who had been looking around, trying not to grab any attention, “Who’s your friend?”
The eldest walked to Kyra, gave her a hug, and grabbed her trolley, “Hello, Kyra.”
“Hello, Percy. I heard you’re a prefect now.” He glowed with pride.
Showing off the responsibility that earned him a Prefect badge, he called, “We’re going to be late. We can talk later!“ Kyra ran off through the platform with Percy to be followed by the twins, and after some protesting from Ron while his mum cleaned some stickiness from his cheek – Ron, Mrs. Weasly, Ginny, and the boy.
***
“So, Kyra how did you hear about me being a Prefect? I wanted to tell you myself,” Percy looked a little crestfallen as he asked.
Kyra shifted her eyes from Percy to the twins to Percy again. “Take a guess.”
Percy glared at them, “You know I wanted to tell her.”
“Tell her what?” Fred laughed.
George explained comically, “Don’t you remember, Fred? He became a Prefect.”
“I do remember him mentioning it once-“
“Or twice-“
“A bit-"
“All summer!”
No one could help laughing, except Mrs. Weasly. “You boys should be ashamed of yourselves! Your brother worked hard to become a Prefect!”
“Sorry, mum.”
A loud shriek of the train broke the silence. Kyra yelled over the other conversations, “C’mon! Let’s get on the train before it leaves us!”
There was a mast rush to board the train, and she and the boy lost the Weaslys for a few minutes.
Then, Kyra heard Ginny crying and George comforting her, “Don’t worry, Ginny. We’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!”
Mrs. Weasly’s reply shook the windows, “George!”
“Only kidding, mum!”
The train gave one last shriek, and started off. Ginny ran alongside the train until the platform ended, and then waved erratically until the scarlet Hogwarts Express was out of sight.
***
After saying good-bye to the other Weasly brothers, Kyra, Ron, and the boy headed off to find a spot in one of the caravan of cars.
“Hey, I’ll see you later,” Kyra said once they found an empty spot and put their carry-on’s in the holders, “I need to go do something.” She waved good-bye and ran down the hallway.
Ron and the boy went inside to sit down.
“So, what’s your name?” the boy asked.
“Ron Weasly. And that was Kyra Impertelli, she’s my best mate. Sort of part of the family. Everyone loves her, especially Ginny and my mum,” he smiled sheepishly, “What about you?”
“Um, I’m Harry.”
“Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?” Harry nodded.
Ron stared. “Do you have the – you know – the…scar?”
Harry pulled back his bangs.
“Wicked!”
They talked for a while until Kyra came in, grinning impishly.
“What’d you do?” Ron asked knowingly by the look on her face. He had seen that face on her before,
and on Fred and George when they pulled one of their pranks.
“I proved some girl wrong in a row,” She rolled her eyes, “That girl was such a know-it-all.”
Ron questioned, “Do you know her name?”
There was a knock at the door. A girl with a head of puffy hair stuck her head in. “Has anyone seen a toad? Neville can’t find his.”
Kyra grinned, “Hello, Hermione. We haven’t, but I’ll come straight to you when I do.” Sarcasticness dripped from her voice as her face held the grin.
“Thanks, Kyra,” she scowled at her for just a moment before looking at the boys, “You should get dressed, you know. We’re almost there.” Hermione turned on her heel and shut the door with frustration.
Ron looked over to Kyra, “How’d you know her name?”
“Meet the know-it-all.”
Ron smirked, “Did you see the look on her face?”
They all laughed.
“Hey, Kyra, do you know who this is?” Ron asked motioning to Harry.
“Nope.”
“It’s Harry Potter! The Harry Potter!”
“Hi, Harry,” she turned to Ron, “What do you mean by The Harry Potter?”
“The Boy Who Lived? The one Who-Know-Who couldn’t kill? The only person to survive the Killing Curse? I thought I told you all of this!” Ron looked at Kyra bewilderedly.
“Ron, I have no clue what you are talking about, but I’m sure he’s annoyed at you making a big deal of him.” Kyra grabbed a bag above her as she quizzically eyed Ron, “I’m going to go find a bathroom to change, so you two can change here.” She waved to them and glided out the door.
Ron just stared – his chin could have touched the floor.
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