Harry Potter was alone. Truly alone.
Harry had just been dropped off by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and found himself in the middle of King's Cross Station.
Hagrid had told Harry to stick to his ticket. However, it seemed as though Hagrid had forgotten to tell Harry some kind of instructions.
Harry's ticket said Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Harry couldn't see a Platform Nine and Three Quarters anywhere.
Logically figuring that such a platform would be between platforms nine and ten, Harry pushed his trolley to the area between platforms nine and ten.
Harry was unable to locate Platform Nine and Three Quarters and after a few minutes he was feeling terrified.
Having no clue what to do now and filled with queasiness, Harry stood frozen still when he suddenly noticed a few people with trunks like his.
Now fixing his eyes on these people hoping for a clue as to what to do, Harry saw that they were running at the wall between platforms nine and ten and vanishing.
Suddenly realizing what he had to do, Harry moved quickly before his nerves could get the better of him.
Harry ran at the wall as fast as his feet would take him and before he knew it, he was standing on Platform Nine and Three Quarters .
He quickly saw a huge scarlet train with the words Hogwarts Express 5972 on it and felt extremely relived.
His eyes telling him the front compartments were pretty much full, Harry pushed his trolley to the very back compartment of the Hogwarts Express.
Harry saw that the very last compartment was empty and attempted to lift up his trunk off the trolley to place it in the compartment's luggage rack.
However, the trunk was extremely heavy, and Harry dropped it painfully on his left foot several times.
Some people made fun of Harry as they passed by.
"Weakling, " said one older boy in a mocking voice as he saw Harry drop the trunk.
"Ahh, look, " sneered a pale blonde boy who was wearing a Slytherin scarf, "Skinny boy can't even lift a trunk!"
After a few minutes of the struggle and the mocking that had come with it, a tall albino girl approached Harry.
"Do you need assistance with that trunk?" the albino girl asked Harry.
"Yes, please, " replied Harry desperately. "I've been struggling with this trunk for at least five minutes."
The albino girl lifted Harry's trunk into the luggage rack for him and then put up her own.
"Thank you for helping me with my trunk, " said Harry sincerely.
Without thinking much about it, Harry and the albino girl took seats next to each other.
"Are you a first year as well?" the albino girl asked Harry.
"Yes, I am, " said Harry matter of factly, "What's your name then?"
"Amy Alworth, " answered the albino girl, "What's yours?"
"Harry Potter-
"HARRY POTTER! The real Harry Potter!" said Amy eagerly.
"Yes, " said Harry simply.
Once Amy had calmed down, she asked Harry, "Do you really have the lightning bolt scar?"
Harry pulled back his bangs to show Amy the lightning bolt scar.
"Wicked!" oozed Amy in a voice that gave off an aura she'd just seen the coolest thing ever.
As Amy continued to look at Harry's scar, Harry felt more and more uncomfortable until the discomfort showed in his face.
Amy looked away and said, "Sorry, Harry. Trust me, I'm not a fangirl. But I've just recently learned about magic and the Wizarding World and Hogwarts and-"
"No worries, I just learned about them about a month ago too, " explained Harry.
"How could that be?" asked Amy in a confused voice, "Professor McGonagall told me I'm what's known in the Wizarding World as a muggleborn."
"What is a muggleborn?" asked Harry.
Amy looked more and more confused by what Harry didn't know, but she patiently answered, "A muggleborn is a witch or wizard born to parents who are both muggles. If one parent is magical and the other isn't, then their son or daughter is what is known as a half blood. If a witch or wizard has a witch for a mother AND a wizard for a father, then he or she is known as a pureblood as long as all four of his or her grandparents were also magical. If a witch or wizard has two magical parents but at least one muggle amongst his or her grandparents, then he or she falls into the half blood category."
"How important is the distinction between muggleborns, half bloods, and purebloods?" asked Harry.
"I haven't been in the Wizarding World long enough to know, " answered Amy honestly, "But McGonagall did warn me that some people may place far more weight on so called "blood status" than is appropriate. She also warned me that some purebloods have a superiority complex."
Next nanosecond, the plump witch with the lunch trolley had arrived.
"Anything off the cart dears?" asked the plump witch kindly.
Turning to the plump witch, Harry asked, "Do you have Mars Bars?"
"I don't know what Mars Bars are, " said the plump witch, "You must be either muggleborn or muggle raised. Feel free to take a look at the cart for a few minutes to see what kinds of products we offer."
Harry stood up and took a close look at the cart.
"A chocolate frog, a licorice wand, and a bottle of Coca Cola Classic, " ordered Harry.
The plump witch handed Harry a chocolate frog, a licorice wand, and a bottle of Coca Cola Classic. Harry then paid the plump witch for his order and sat back down.
"Your turn, Amy, " said Harry brightly.
Amy shook her head sadly, "Can't. I don't have any money-"
"Don't worry, " said Harry with a genuine smile, "Amy, you get whatever you want off the cart and I'll pay for you."
"Oh, thank you, Harry, that's very nice of you, " said Amy gratefully.
Amy got up and scanned the cart.
"How about a pumpkin pastry, a cauldron cake, and a bottle of Coca Cola Classic for me," ordered Amy.
The plump witch handed Amy a pumpkin pastry, a cauldron cake, and a bottle of Coca Cola Classic and Amy sat down again.
Harry stood up again paid the plump witch for Amy's order and the plump witch left as Harry sat back down again.
"Harry, " said Amy sincerely, "I really appreciate you helping me out by paying for me here. I know you didn't have to do that-"
"You didn't have to help me with my trunk when you did. One act of kindness deserves another," replied Harry warmly.
Harry and Amy grinned at each other.
After Harry and Amy finished eating, two girls appeared at the door of their compartment. One had blonde hair with pigtails and the other was a redhead.
"I'm Susan Bones and this is Hannah Abbott, " said the redhead, "Is it okay if Hannah and I sit in here. A fight has broken out in our compartment, and we don't want to be caught in the middle of it."
"Of course, " chorused Harry and Amy.
"Are you two first years as well?" Amy asked Susan and Hannah.
"Yes, " said Susan and Hannah together.
"I'm Amy Alworth and this is Harry Potter, " introduced Amy.
Both Susan's and Hannah's eyes went wide at the mention of the name Harry Potter but neither said anything about it and they all exchanged handshakes before Susan and Hannah sat down opposite Harry and Amy.
"Can any of you tell me about the houses?" Inquired Harry.
"No one knows how students are sorted into the houses until the sorting ceremony, " explained Susan, "It's like a rite of passage that you don't know until the time comes."
"From what I've been told, the houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, " said Amy.
"Each house is known for its own unique traits, " explained Hannah, "Slytherin is home to the most ambitious and cunning students."
"Ravenclaw is for the academic and the intelligent, " added Susan.
"And the bravest and the boldest dwell in Gryffindor, " said Hannah, "But Susan and I are both hoping for Hufflepuff."
"Why?" asked Harry and Amy together.
"Well, for one thing, we've both had family in Hufflepuff, " said Susan, "But that's not the real reason Hannah and I want Hufflepuff."
"Hufflepuff is the house of friendship and loyalty and those are the traits that Susan and I admire and value most, " said Hannah matter of factly.
"Hufflepuff does sound like the best house, " said Amy hopefully.
"I don't care what house I go into, " said Harry, "But whatever house I'm in, I hope you three are in it too."
Amy, Susan and Hannah all smiled at Harry.