The Magic Inside

The adventure starts for Elena Mae Callen at eleven years old, when she receives a mysterious letter from an owl. She discovers that magic is real, and there's a School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry that she's destined to attend. But not everyone is who they say they are. Mysteries lurk at every corner. Can Elena unravel the past and determine the future before it's too late to change it? The truth is inevitable, but not always what we want them to be.
This piece includes original plots and characters created by J. K Rowling. All credit for canon aspects goes to her.


3. Chapter Three: Platform Nine And Three Quarters

Elena's P.O.V.         I raced around my bedroom, my new black robes swishing against furniture I bumped into during my moment of pacing. I checked and rechecked my trunk and checklist, making sure I had forgotten nothing. "School supplies? Check. Gloves and scarves? Check. Robes? Check. Regular clothing, accessories, and shoes? Check, check, and check. I think that's everything," I muttered to myself. I grabbed my beautifully carved wand in my pocket and hurried to the staircase, my trunk following suit.
         I hopped onto the banister, careful not to crush my wand, and slid down. The new robes provided for a nice, smooth ride, and I hopped down gracefully like I had done a thousand times and ran to meet my mother. It was difficult to think that I wouldn't be seeing this place for a few months, and I knew I would miss its peacefulness and modern aspects. Father said that I would be too busy having fun at Hogwarts to notice my homesickness, though.
        "Mum, I'm ready to go!" I hollered.
        "We still have 15 minutes before we need to leave, sweetheart. The train leaves at eleven o'clock.  Apparation only takes a few seconds." She chuckled softly at my excitement.
        "I know, but I want to get there early and get a good seat on the train!" I informed her. She smiled and began to stroke my hair, running her fingers through it's silkiness, pulling through the knots. She chanted a simple spell using wand-less magic to make sure my hair didn't get frizzy later on, like it had a tendency to do. I looked up at her and smiled.
        "Where even is Hogwarts located?"
        "I believe it's in Scotland," she said.
        "We're going to miss you, you know. It's going to be a lot quieter here without you," my mother pointed out. Father walked into the kitchen and nodded, listening to our small conversation.
        "I'll miss you too, but you can write to me at any time. We have Elf, remember? You told me that the owls drop off mail everyday," I assured them. "Now can we please get going? I don't want to miss a thing!"
          We landed just outside of Kings Cross Station, and after waiting in a very long  and boring line full of Muggles, we walked to the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. There was a big plastic number nine over one wall and a big plastic number ten over the other wall, but nothing in between.
        "But Father, I don't understand. Where is Platform 9 and 3/4? It should be right here." 
        Father laughed at my confused state. "Watch me. I'll show you how to get there." He then ran straight at the wall and disappeared right through it! My mouth hung open, marveling at the sight, and my mom laughed heartily. I'm sure that if my mouth wasn't connected to my jaw, it would've dropped to the floor.
        "All you have to do is walk or run straight at the wall, and you'll be transported to the platform," she explained. "Should I go first?" I nodded and gulped. She soon disappeared, too.
        A family of redheads and a brown-haired boy started coming this way. Not wanting to get in the way of their somewhat organized chaos, I focused my attention back to the wall.  If I'm going to do it, it has to be now, I thought. I braced myself for some sort of impact, closed my eyes, and ran at the wall.
        The impact never came.
        I opened my eyes to see an ordinary platform with a big, beautiful, shiny scarlet-and-black train named the 'Hogwarts Express". It was absolutely glorious.
        Hundreds of heads marveled at the same sight and expressed their goodbyes in hugs and tears and promises. It was hard to hear over the babble of talk, scraping of trunks, hooting of owls, and meowing of cats. I found my parents huddled in a corner. I walked up to them and we gathered in a hug. I sank down to my knees and my parents came down with me. My mum squeezed my hand and I squeezed hers back. I would never forget this moment. "I love you guys!"
        "We love you too," they replied. "Remember to write often. We'll write you too. Don't forget us! We love you," they gushed. I nodded and started for the train before me.
        "Oh! One more thing!" Mum chimed. She put her hand behind her back and revealed a small, black kitten. It had a wet, pink nose and floppy ears. Her sleek fur made her look sneaky yet majestic. She purred lovingly when I scratched her behind the ears. She nuzzled my hand with her nose and meowed softly.
        "Wow, thank you, Mother! She's so cute!" I enthused, carefully taking her from Mother's grasp.
        "What are you going to name her?"
        I thought for a moment before deciding on the name - 'Pixie'. I loved her. She's adorable!
        The clock on the wall read one minute to 11 o'clock.
        "Goodbye Mum! Goodbye Dad! I love you!" I exclaimed. We exchanged our goodbyes and I quickly boarded the train, Pixie in my arms. A Prefect took my bags, and I started my search for an empty compartment.

         Houses flashed by the windows as the train started moving. I felt a great leap of excitement. I was really a witch! It was unbelievable!
        After a few minutes of searching, I realized that everywhere else was full. I didn't see Hermione in any of them, so I walked to the next compartment and knocked on the door, hoping to make some new friends.

Harry Potter's P.O.V.         She looked radiant. Her long, brown hair was curly, and her blue eyes shone with hope and happiness. Her smile, although uncertain now, I could tell was frequently joyful. She had a few scattered freckles, a slender nose, big eyes, and pink lips. I thought she was beautiful. A small cat was curled up in her arms and seemed to love her as it purred gratefully.
        She knocked on our compartment door, and after she came in she asked, "Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full. I'm Elena, by the way. Elena Callen. This is my first year."
        "Ours, too. Please, sit down. I'm Ron Weasley. Pureblood, although some may consider my family a  blood traitor." Ron pointed to the seat across from him, cringing slightly when he saw Elena's cat and then looked back at his pathetic hand-me-down rat.
        "Don't worry. I'm a Pureblood, too, although I was raised like a Muggle. Guess that makes me a blood traitor too, huh?" she laughed. The cat stirred, lifting it's head to look at Ron's rat, Scabbers, but didn't do anything. Elena put it on the seat next to her. "This is Pixie. Got her just this morning. What's your name?" She caught me staring at her.
        "Oh, sorry. I'm Harry Potter." I showed her my scar, and I laughed at her reaction. Her mouth dropped open and she gasped.
        "That's so cool! I'm sorry about how you got it, though."
        "It's okay. I don't remember much of what happened that night," I replied. It was true, but I did miss my parents. I didn't want Elena to feel bad, though.
        We talked a bit about ourselves and our families, and both Ron's and Elena's expressions pained when I told them about the Dursleys.
        "Well, at least that's in the past, now," Elena tried to cheer me up.
        "Yeah, but he has to go back to that next summer."
        "Oh, don't remind him, Ron! We're trying to make him feel better, remember?" Ron shrugged and muttered something that sounded like an apology. I chuckled.
        "Anything off the trolley, dears?" A plump, smiling, dimpled woman walked around the train corridors with a cart full of all sorts of wizard candy. Not wanting to miss anything, I jumped out of my seat. Elena followed suit. Ron just sat there, ears pink, and mumbled something about already having sandwiches.
        Elena and I raced to the trolley, looking for a Snickers bar or something slightly normal, but were instead greeted with all sorts of other candies. They were labeled with names like "Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans", "Chocolate Frogs", "Drooble's Best Blowing Gum", "Pumpkin Pastries", "Cauldron Cakes", "Licorice Wands," and a number of other strange things I'd never seen before. Elena looked just as confused with the choices before us. My hands went to my pocket, where my newfound money was stashed. I took advantage of the moment and decided to buy a little of everything. Apparently Elena decided the same thing, because we said our orders in unison without planning it. We looked at each other and laughed. The trolley lady gave us our food once we paid (it took me a while to figure out which coins to give her) and we happily plopped back down onto our seats. Obvious jealousy spread across Ron's features. Elena noticed this and quickly offered some of her candy to him, and his face quickly lit up.
        "Here, have a pastry."
        "Er, no thanks. Mum packed me sandwiches," Ron replied, trying to be polite. He held up a lumpy package and unwrapped it to show four squished sandwiches. After a few moments, he undoubtedly gave in, and moments later, his face was stuffed with candy and wrappers were strewn across the floor. The sandwiches lay forgotten.
        Because of Elena's and my situations, we didn't know any of the candies, so Ron had to keep explaining them to us.
        "These aren't  really frogs, are they?" I asked, hoping the answer was no.
        "Of course not. But the card is what you want. See if you got Agrippa. I'm missing him." Ron continued once he saw our confused faces. "Chocolate frogs have cards inside of them - you know, to collect - of famous witches or wizards. I've got about five hundred of them myself," he boasted. Elena took the package from my hands and unwrapped it, revealing a man who had half-moon glasses; a long, crooked nose; and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath his picture was the name "Albus Dumbledore."
        "Albus Dumbledore. Isn't he the Hogwarts headmaster?" Elena showed us the card. Ron nodded. Then the man in the picture disappeared!
        "He's gone!" I cried.
        "Oh, don't wizard pictures move? I believe it's because of a special potion or camera, isn't it?" Elena remembered. She was pretty smart for just finding out that magic was real.
        After that, we dug into the pile of food and I pulled out a carton of what looked like jelly beans.
        "Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. You want to be careful with those. When they say every flavor, they  mean every flavor," Ron pointed out. Elena pulled out a handful of beans, unfazed by what Ron said, and threw a few into her mouth. Her nose wrinkled up in disgust and the corners of her mouth were turned down, but she swallowed them all the same. Ron laughed.
        "I'd like to see you try then, Ron. Go on, a few at a time. Let's see how many you can put in your mouth without cringing. Or are you afraid of being shown up by a  girl?" 
        "Yeah, right. When you live with brothers like Fred and George, you learn a few things. I challenge both of you to an eating contest. If you spit one out, you lose."
        "You're on!" we accepted. I ended up getting a pepper, toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, and sardine. Ron was right when he said that there was every kind of flavor. Ron ended up winning, and he smirked at Elena. She replied to this by glaring and retorting, "Well at least I don't have the stomach of a pig!"
        I laughed and Ron pretended to be insulted. Elena smiled, knowing she claimed victory.
        We fell silent and looked out the window, where the countryside was now flying by. However now, the neat fields were starting to be replaced by woods, twisting rivers, and dark hills.
        Ron took out his wand, which was chipping in places, and something white was glinting at the end. "Do you guys want to see a spell? George gave me a spell to turn him yellow yesterday." Ron gestured toward his rat and started to raise his wand when the compartment door slid open, revealing a girl already dressed in her Hogwarts robes.
        "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one." The girl had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and big front teeth.
        Elena jumped out of her seat and squealed, "Hermione!" Elena's P.O.V.         I jumped out of my seat and gave a squeal of delight before running up and hugging Hermione, the girl I met at Diagon Alley. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back. Once we let go of each other, I introduced her.
        "Guys, this is Hermione Granger. This is-"
        "Ron Weasley," Ron muttered, obviously not liking to be interrupted.
        "Harry Potter."
       Hermione sat down next to Elena. "Are you doing magic? Let's see then." She noticed Ron's wand. He cleared his throat and chanted, "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." Sparks flew out of his wand, but his rat, Scabbers, remained an ugly brownish-gray color.
        "Are you sure that's a real spell?" Hermione questioned. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells for practice and it's all worked for me. Of course, I've learned all our course books by heart. I just hope it will be enoug,." she finished.
        We all were surprised. I don't think any of us actually  memorized the books. "I haven't learned them by heart, but I did read them. They are so interesting - for school books, that is. Here, let me give magic a try." I plopped down across from Harry, pointed my wand at him - which he looked very surprised at - and said, "Oculus Reparo!" The spell worked! Harry's beat up, smudged glasses were fixed! I was so proud!
        I beamed and Hermione patted my back. Ron had an obvious look of annoyance written all over his face, and Harry was in disbelief.
        "Thank you!" he exclaimed.
        "You're welcome. I just can't believe that the first spell I tried worked!"
        "Yeah, yeah. The spell George gave me was fake, I bet. Stupid spell," Ron grumbled.
        "Well, I better be off now. See you when we get there, Elena. I've got to continue looking for Neville's toad. You better put your robes on. I've been up to speak with the conductor, and he says we're nearly there." Hermione got up and started walking out of the compartment, when she whirled around and pointed to her nose, saying, "You've got dirt on your nose, did you know that?" to Ron. He glared at her while rubbing his nose.
        "Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk.
        "What house were your brothers in?" Harry asked Ron.
        "Gryffindor" was the reply. They then launched into a conversation about Quidditch, so I grabbed my robes and headed for the bathrooms.
        "Hey, watch it!" I landed on my bottom after bumping into another person, who obviously cared more about himself more than others. I looked up and rubbed my throbbing head, only to look into a pair of shimmering, cold, blue-grey eyes. They softened when they met with mine.  He had platinum-blond hair that he slicked back, probably by using gallons of gel. He had a bossy and boastful voice, and I could tell that he cared very much (or at least pretended to) about his reputation and blood-status. He reached out a hand.
        "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." I grabbed the hand and pulled myself up before introducing myself. He smirked when he caught me eyeing him suspiciously. I mean, one moment he was pushing me down, but the next he was friendly?
        "I'm Elena Callen."
        "Like what you see?" He caught me staring, and he wiggled his eyebrows. I smirked, not knowing how to answer this. I didn't like him in a loving kind of way, but he wasn't ugly at all, I'dl give him that.
        "You wish, Draco Malfoy." I retorted. He gave me a smirk back and I just rolled my eyes.
        "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go." He eyed the witch robes that are draped over my arms and stepped to the side. I headed to the bathrooms.
        Once I changed into my somewhat itchy robes, I headed back to the compartment and started talking to Ron about what little Quidditch knowledge I actually knew. Soon, the train slowly came to a stop under a purple sky.
        A voice echoed through the train: "Please leave all remaining luggage on the train; it will be taken to the school separately." My stomach lurched with nerves, and I could see that Harry's and Ron's faces were slightly pale as well. We all crammed our pockets with the last of the sweets and hurried to join the crowd pulsing through the corridor. Students thrust their way through the doors and onto a small, tiny platform. I shivered in the cold night air, and we all huddled together.
        A lamp came bobbing over the first years' heads, and Harry perked up at the sound of the new voice. "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"
        A humongous man was staring down at us. His face was mostly hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but they failed to hide his eyes, which were glinting like black beetles in the light of the lantern.
        "Hi, Hagrid!" Harry explained.
        "Woah!" Ron looked up.
        I introduced myself. "Elena Callen. Pleased to meet you, Hagrid." I held out my small hand and he chuckled at my forwardness but shook it nonetheless.
        "C'mon, follow me, firs' years! Mind yer step, now! Firs' years, follow me!" Hagrid turned around and led the group through a steep, narrow path. Slipping and stumbling, we trudged after him. It was dark on either side of us. I was guessing there were trees lining the path. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who lost his toad, sniffed once or twice.
        "Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec, " Hagrid called over his shoulder. We turned a bend and suddenly there was a loud chorus of 'Ooh's and 'aah's.
         I am so, so extremely sorry for not updating sooner. It's just that I've been stressed out with school, and the term ending. Thank you for understanding, and thanks for reading my story! This might happen again (I know, so sorry!), so keep checking back on the latest chapters to see if I've made any progress in case I haven't finished them. Sorry again! I love you!
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