Fellowship & Fairydust

1 September 1990- Platform 9 ¾

Harry had been up all night getting ready for his first night at Hogwarts. He’d even tried to trick his parents into telling him how he was going to be sorted. His mum found this particularly amusing for some reason, and told him it simply brought back fond memories from when she was young.

As Harry and his mum crossed the barrier, he was filled with a feeling a déjà vu, but quickly dismissed it as the thrill of seeing the train before him brought excited bubbles to his belly.

“Are you sure you have everything?”

“Yes mum,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. He just wanted to run forward and get on the train.

“Harry James Snape! You don’t roll your eyes at your mother!” his father said as he stepped through the barrier.

Anyone who didn’t know his father would have been frightened by the tone; perhaps that was why he was known as the terrifying potions master. Harry’s mum was also heading to Hogwarts this year, as they were taking on a second nurse at Hogwarts. It was apparently needed because of the massive baby boom that happened around the time Harry was born; once the war was declared over and people felt comfortable, they seemed to all have as many kids as they could.

“You know he’s just excited, Sev!”

Harry scrunched up his face as his parents shared a kiss. “Gross!”

“How do you think you got here?” This statement earned his father a light smack from his blushing red-headed wife.

“Grosser!” Harry exclaimed, earning him a playful swat from his dad.

“You be good on the train and don’t eat too much junk food,” Severus told Harry as he helped him load his trunk.

By the time the train took off, Harry was sitting with his friends Ron Weasley, his father’s godson Draco Malfoy, and a cousin on his mum’s side called Hermione Granger. His father’s goddaughter, Joy Potter, would be starting Hogwarts the following term. As he looked from his friends to his parents, feelings of deja vu washed over him. He was overwhelmed by a sense of belonging and how happy he was that things had turned out the way they did. His father had told him about his past, and how he was originally Harry Potter; that explained his vivid dreams of being locked in a cupboard and called a freak.

But when he awoke, his family was always there, and he knew those bad things would never happen. He was exactly where he was meant to be.

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