Chapter 1

I was standing on the platform, waiting for the train that was going to take me to a whole new world of adventure and excitement. The only problem was, the train wouldn't come to this platform. I had to find platform 9 ¾, at least that's what my ticket said. It was then I saw him. In all honesty, he looked stranded. He seemed desperate about something and was panicking. I was overjoyed seeing him, since, like me, even he had an owl with him. Which meant only 1 thing. He too was a wizard.

"Hi, I am John Smith and you are?"

He looked at me and then at my owl and replied, "Harry, I am Harry Potter. Hey, do you happen to know how to get to platform 9¾?"

"I was hoping you'd know it."

We both stared at each other and then I heard a group of people talking about muggles. The group had a kid who seemed much older than we were, identical twins, a kid who looked our age, and a girl who looked the youngest of the lot. I was helped to get to platform 9 ¾ by Percy Weasley. Harry and I got into a carriage and pressed our way through the crowd before we found an empty compartment. After we got settled, I looked at him and thought I should begin a conversation, and just then Ron Weasley joined us.

"Can I join you guys?" asked Ron.

"Of course! Hi, I'm John" I replied.

"I'm Ron"

"I'm Harry Potter." There was a silence that lasted a few seconds where Ron kept staring at Harry, and I was looking perplexed.

"Are you really Harry Potter?"

"Yes"

"Can I, um, can I see your scar? Do you really have one?" Harry showed his forehead to Ron and me. There was a small scar there, in the shape of the lightning bolt.

Most of the conversation after that was about Harry Potter, and also some about the magical world. Harry has a muggle cousin named Dudley. He also told about a muggle friend named Daisy. We also met Hermione and Neville. Hermione talks a lot, Neville lost his toad. Harry doesn't really want to be here. I was shocked to hear this. He loved his life as a muggle, and then he got his letter. Ron told us about a lot of things, wizards, witches, Hogwarts, Quidditch and Chocolate frogs. And then the conversation turned to me.

"So, John! Are your parents' wizards?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, they were"

"Oh!" gasped both of them

"Yeah, happened when I was a baby. My Aunt told me it was an experiment gone wrong."

"I am so sorry. So, you grew up with your Aunt?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, I grew up a muggle, but she told me about a year ago."

"You grew up a muggle?" asked Ron.

"Yeah"

"Why?"

I honestly didn't have an answer to that question. I definitely wasn't going to tell the truth, but what was I going to say, to make them believe my lie.

"I don't know. I think she wished I wouldn't have magic in me."

We reached Hogwarts soon after and then there was the sorting ceremony. Harry, Ron, Neville, Hermione and I, all got sorted into Gryffindor. It truly was a great ceremony.