A month had passed since the trip to Diagon Alley. (Y/n) could barely keep himself together. He was exited and anxious at the same time. Some nights he stayed up. And some nights when he slept. It wasn't even night...

His excitement could get the better of him, and it did. 'Shame on me.' He would always say to himself when he wakes. But the time of waiting is finally over.

...

Almost...

It was 3 a.m in the morning when he woke up. He started to pack moments later, he had slept earlier that afternoon just to wake up in midnight. (Y/n) was now finishing up packing the things he'll be needing. "Books? Check! Cloaks? Check! Hat? Check! Gloves? Check! More Cloaks? Check and check!" He checked his check list to see what else he had forgotten. "Owl? Check. Parchment? Sheck. Cauldron? Phials? Telescope? Scales? Check, check, and~ check." (Y/n) looked back at the luggage that sat on his bed.

He dug deep into his pockets and took out his wand. "Wand of course is indeed a check!" He smiled and puts it back into his pocket. "Although... I guess It couldn't hurt to bring a bit of my own stuff with me." He said to himself as he went to his study and took out his sketch pad and took 1 or 5 pencils from his pen holder, and of course sharpener.

He quickly took another bag out of his closet, it was an old denim messenger bag, (Y/n) used this bag once, and he loved it, although he thought he lost it. He's happy that he finally has it back.

He dusted off the dust that was on the bag and carried on. He inserted his sketch pad, pencils and sharpener in, as he quietly hummed a song. When he was done, he had thought of, 'What If I loose my wand?' So for good and safety measure, he added his wand along with the few others that was already in his bag.

He couldn't wait until he gets there! He couldn't wait. 'A few more hours! Just... A few more hours!' And then his alarm went off. It was finally 5 a.m.

He couldn't believe he stayed up just to pack up. Which he did for almost 2 hours.

He walked out of his room, and straight to the bathroom to take a shower. Merely minutes passed and (Y/n)'s Mother was next to wake up. She was about to go take a shower but, she could hear her son, humming, singing or maybe, having a performance in the shower.

She just smiled tired-ly, she'll just take a shower on the downstairs bathroom. And (F/n) just kept on sleeping...

After (Y/n) had finished showering, he instantly met with his father. "Good morning Dad!" He greeted as he tied the ropes of his bathrobe. "Morning..." his father muttered, giving his son a weak wave.

(Y/n) casually passed through his parents room to his own. He took out a pair of black trousers, a (f/c) T-shirt, and a black denim coat.

After changing, (Y/n) walked straight out of his room, and went downstairs, his mother was climbing up the stairs when he met eyes with her. "Morning mum!" He greeted. "Good morning sweetums." (M/n) greeted back. (Y/n) happily skipped down the stairs when his mum called him. "(Y/n)?"

"Yeah?"

"Go get your self breakfast okay? There's some bread and cereal in the cupboard, and of course, the milk is in the fridge."

His mother said, (Y/n) just hummed and continued to walk to the kitchen. He reached up to the cupboard. But he was too short for it. He huffed, and looked around to look for his stool. When he finally found it, he took it and finally got both the cereal and the toast.

(Y/n) made his way to the fridge to take some eggs and milk. He made breakfast for everyone in the house. When he finally finished making breakfast, his parents were now downstairs, they saw (Y/n) already eating a bowl of cereal with a side of some toasts.
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Later in the day, the family finally went of to Kings Cross. (F/n) was counting all the stations going on and on about the numbers of the platform signs on the top.

(Y/n) looked at the ticket he was holding. He read the details on the ticket and noticed that it said 'Platform 9 3/4'...

This made (Y/n) wonder. 'Platform 9 3/4?' "But... there's only-"

"Here we are!" (Y/n)'s parents suddenly halted. Making (Y/n) almost fly off. "Platform 9!" His father mused. "Uhhh... mum? Dad? It said 9 3/4... there's no such thing as 9 3/4..." (Y/n) said, puzzled as he could ever be. He's starting to think that his parents are going mad.

Or maybe... it's just a prank. But it couldn't be. Yet, he wasn't there when they bought the ticket... but what about Diagon Alley. There's no way that people would dress up like that, it's not even Halloween. So it has to be real right? Or maybe...

"(Y/n)? Dear?" (Y/n) looked up to his mum. "Hurry up darling, we're going to be late." His mother said, as he pulled him closer.

"Mum?" He ask. "Why does it say 9 3/4??" He continued, his mother stopped. "Well you see- oh! I don't want to ruin the fun. Just, run in between the platform." (Y/n) looked at his mother looked at her with the conclusion that she really is a mad woman.

His mum started to push him forward. But he did his best to halt himself. His mum finally gave up and walked up to his father. He could barely hear them talking, just muffle out whispers were what he could only hear. Just then, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He turned to face his father, with a serious face. And that was rare. His father then knelt down to (Y/n)'s height.

But, a smile carefully snuck into his fathers face. "C'mon (Y/n), you don't think your mother is stupid right?" He asked. "No..." (Y/n) answered. "Then why does it seems that you're doubting her?"

(Y/n) fell silent. And he finally shook his head. His father smiled once more and stood up. "Now, let's get this over with, (M/n), dear, if you would." (M/n) nodded and ran towards the middle of the platform. (Y/n)'s eyes, became wide.

"What the- how- ah? Whaaa??" (Y/n) blurted, looking back at his father. "Now, your turn." (Y/n) gripped the handle of his trolley and tried to move. Again tried, but he couldn't move. He then felt a hand held his.

"Come one son, together." (Y/n) nooded, and swallowed down the built up saliva. His father moved to the right side of the trolley and the two ran through the wall. And as they ran, he felt things slow down, and he shut his eyes tight.

But, when he opened his eyes, it was a whole new place.

"Took you two long enough"