Dedicated to:FV-Lizzie

It was the first of September. Tom was waiting for Dumbledore outside the orphanage with his trunk containing his school books, robes, cauldron and his snake. He was excited to go to Hogwarts.

A few minutes passed and Dumbledore arrived. He told Tom to hold his arm tightly. Tom did so. In a few moments, he felt like he was being squeezed through a tube and then he was at Kings cross station. Tom looked at his ticket.

‘Professor?’ said Tom politely ‘Sir, The ticket says platform nine and three quarters. There is no such platform sir’.

‘There is, Tom’ replied Dumbledore ‘It is however hidden from muggles. You will have to run through that wall between platforms nine and ten. I need to leave. You also need to catch your train before it leaves’

Tom was not sure Dumbledore was telling him the truth about the platform. He opened his mouth to ask but Dumbledore was gone.

He decided to give it a try. He put all of his stuff into a trolley and started running towards the wall. He closed his eyes and a few moments later, he found himself near a train.

The train was called the Hogwarts express. So the old man didn't lie after all.

He walked through the compartments, searching for an empty one. At last, he found an empty compartment.

He loaded his trunk in the shelves and took out the standard book of spells Grade 1 and started reading.