Journey to Hogwarts

In my hands was the Ticket for the train leaving for Hogwarts. My parents had come to see me go to King's Cross station.

I was ready to see what the new magical world could present me, because frankly, until now magic has failed to surprise me.

I have a lot of spells and hundreds of years of experience in my arsenal so I am excited to see the strength of the populace and beasts hidden away from the sight of muggles.

Dragon Thu'um, while powerful cannot be thought of as a weapon.

At a very basic level, it is just language where the being is telling the truth and the world helps make the truth, true.

I was struggling to find platform 9 and three-quarters as no sign instituted its presence here.

'Must be magically hidden. Now I have the choice to ask someone about its location, or I can do this the fun way.'

"Just a minute mother, let me see."

"Clairvoyance" A whitish path lit up emerging from my foot toward the wall pillar between platforms nine and ten. 'This makes sense as the pillar is the third out of four pillars between the two platforms.'

"Here it is." Now, do I push and shove into the unknown?

"Mother, this it. I have to ram my things into this wall to reach there."

"Oh. That's how it works. Then goodbye Ben. You do not have a telephone. Send us letters every week or so."

"Do not worry too much. I will be back at Christmas."

"I will, I will. Bye." I looked my father in the eye as we nodded to each other with understanding.

""Bye""

I rammed my trolly through the wall and as expected, it phased through, revealing a less-known part of the King's cross, one with people in robes instead of normal clothes.

"I am early." and indeed I was early. My mother was one of those who reach the airport at four if the flight was at eight.

So naturally, it came to me too. I was here, waiting for a train that won't come here for another 3 hours. It dampened my stupidity when I saw I had company. There was one student, who like me had come early, earlier than the boarding time.

I had more than normal luggage, as I had packed muggle books and muggle novels and it was not welcoming to call them muggles. The world just did not come naturally to me.

I sat on a nearby bench and opened up my incomplete book to read further. It was Sherlock Holmes, one of the popular ones in London and I had taken a liking to it.

I flipped through pages to finish my remaining story in those three hours, and it remained intriguing for those three hours of waiting.

The train was here for others to board. I picked my suitcase in one hand and held the rolling bag in the other while having a backpack strapped on my back. I did not know what the Rolling bag is called exactly, but the words describe its function.

I pushed the gate and picked up my bag to bring it in. There were compartments, each capable of hosting five or six students. I naturally opened the first one I found empty and arranged my luggage as it was meant to be arranged.

I sat down to continue the story before I continue to go to the next edition. The door opened to welcome an elder boy with white hair. He just looked at me and left, probably looking for an empty compartment. Another twenty minutes in and the train was ready to leave. My compartment remains empty, as most students had found somewhere to sit I guess.

"Well, the novel is more interesting anyways." I continue what I am best at. The door opened.

"Anything off the trolley, dear?" It was an old woman, pushing a trolley etched with the name Honeydukes Express, carrying what I think are sweets.

"No, I am good." With the names stated on a few, Dairy milk chocolate looks good enough to me.

'It would be better to have some sleep, as it would take another nine hours to reach Hogwarts.'

I slept for a whole six hours, more than that I was incapable of doing so. I still had three hours and now I just had to wait, the most hateful task I would like to do, but one in which I had the most experience in doing.

The gate opened again, but this time it was a girl, of similar age to that of mine standing there, as if to ask for permission to enter. I nodded, better to have company than sit alone.

"Hi. My name is Bertha Jenkins. I was just visiting train compartments- just the welcome ones. If I may ask your name?"

"Benedict," I replied. She must be pure-blooded or at least a half-blooded wizard spawn to roam in the train. Somehow I cannot imagine a muggle child checking new students in each train compartment, at least not the first year. Though I have a feeling this would prove to be wrong, call it a gut feeling.

"No family name. So muggle-born? Do not worry, I care little about blood status." I doubt that.

"Ummm... You can say that I am indeed from a muggle family." that's true.

"Ho. So you must not know many things about Hogwarts, let me introduce you to some." She came as a shady dealer as if to offer her tutelage instead of information. I am a Draugr yet I find this creepy.

"Have you read all the first-year books? You know the professors give more house points to those who come prepared. As a proud Ravenclaw, I have already completed first-year theory with the help of tutors from the age of 9"

"Huh?" Why would one read books when they would be taught at school? I have plenty of other books to read, I did not have to read course books and then be bored when they are taught.

"Oh house points, those got you into thinking?" No, I had enough bickering from Prof. McGonagall to ask for the hat to place me in Gryffindor. "There are four houses, each representing the Hogwarts founders and the unique qualities they showed during their era." I know about that.

"There is Gryffindor, where the brave lion roar, Ravenclaw, where intellect and wisdom are tested, Hufflepuff, the house of Empaths and healers and finally Slytherin, the house of Ambition, and pure-bloods." Yeah, that's the basics, I know about that. "I want to be sorted in Ravenclaw, where people like me are sorted. I am quite proud as I have already started second term theory you know?" Ah, stop this. Someone stop this. "Oh looks like I have to go, can't keep my friends waiting you see." Good heavens.

The door closed as she left. But reopened so welcome a boy, around my age.

"May I enter this place, you see my previous compart-mates were not so fond of me and this one is the only one that seems- empty enough to host me?"

"Suit yourself."

"Ah, you are reading Holmes! I won't be disturbing you then, it is difficult to continue once the reading is disrupted."

"No worries, I just started the new chapter, thanks for the consideration".

*Pic of the boy who I introduced**(Important characters need to be distinguished from mobs.)