Harry Potter and the Summer's Rose {HP Spinoff}

I'm so stupid.

First, I forget my owl, and then I'm stuck here at the train station, looking for platform nine and three quarters.

"Damn." I curse under my breath, strolling casually around the stations, humming as quietly as I can without getting noticed. My small trolley rattled beside me. I want to keep it in my eyesight; there are too many people for my liking.

I see a police officer talking to a man with a large hat that flopped over to one side.

The policeman took off the hat and out spilled a bunch of white powder stuff.



Yikes.

I hate cities.

Okay, August, just turn around and walk the other way. I told myself calmly.

I looked around again, then turned sharply, only to run into a... a....

EW. Person. I glared at the poor boy, whose glasses slipped off his skinny face when he saw me, and fully turned to him.

"Excuse me, sorry, ma'am." he said hurriedly, slipping past me, his figure brushed mine.

I blinked, confused. What was that odd scar on his face? It looked like a.... lightning bolt. I focused on what had just said.



Ma'am? He looked totally older than me!

A large lady with numerous children bustled past me, her freckled face etched with worry.

The second oldest-looking boy of the group turned, glared at me, and tugged two twins with auburn hair along the grounds.

I closed my eyes and thought of what Missy had said before she ran away to Japan.

Use your brain for once, Spring. Think of the problem, and then what you can do. In most cases, ask someone for help. They WILL listen, trust me. Trust me.

I tried to think about the possibilities, but my brain failed, sadly, and again.

I glared at the concrete ground.



I really do hate cities.


I waited.

And waited.

But for what, exactly?

Then, the clock ticked past the six.

All the trains dispersed.

The people vanished.

And I was left alone again.






















































































But not for long.