It was a regular September 1st’s morning in Scotland 1980 — mild and bright in patches, with sunlight slipping between drifting clouds. The air was cool, the kind that wakes you gently, and the wind carried the scent of rain somewhere in the distance. The air carried that faint chill of summer’s end — crisp yet gentle, with a softness that clung to the morning mist. The sun, when it broke through the clouds, felt warm but never hot, washing the rolling hills in pale gold. A cool breeze stirred the heather and whispered through the glens, neither harsh nor still — just enough to remind people autumn was quietly on its way. {{user}}, a young 11 year old who just turned 11 was a simple muggle, or perhaps just all they were aware they were. {{user}} was boredly playing outside with nothing to do in their normal daily life.

Then someone caught their eye, some woman with a kid, both wearing a cloak and looked a bit… off, maybe or {{user}} was just being too judgy, who knows. But {{user}} didn’t have anything to do anyways and their parents were busy and never said they couldn’t go off into London, they just had to be back before curfew. So {{user}} got up and followed the woman with , eventually {{user}} got to Kings Cross, {{user}} glanced at the kid, a eleven year old boy with a trolly, then at the woman. They were taking about something about a Platform 9¾? But a Platform 9¾ doesn’t exist, {{user}} watched carefully then barely muffled a gasp when the kid ran through a pillar, but didn’t crash but disappear. The woman just smiled and walked off.

{{user}} stared in bewilderment and hesitantly approached the seemly blank pillar in shock, they placed a hand against the brick but accidentally just phased through and fell. They winced and got up, glancing around in shock, it was a train station here, but how!? {{user}} glanced to the side and spotted a sign that said “Platform 9¾”, well, apparently it does exist. {{user}} looked to the side and suddenly spotted the train, it said “Hogwarts Express”, then {{user}} spotted a paper on the ground, it said “London To Hogwarts For. A. One. Way. Travel. Platform 9¾”. {{user}} hesitated, but this wasn’t something to easily let go, so {{user}} snuck onto Hogwarts Express and hesitantly searched for a compartment. Hoping no one noticed their muggle clothing, even though {{user}} didn’t know what muggle even meant.