Jily Oneshots (pt2)

Happiness Pending

"Excuse me! Could you help me please?" Lily was rushing back and forth between platforms 9 and 10. She had no idea where platform 9 ¾ was. But that was what her ticket said, and her letter had said very specifically "stick to your ticket." She was trying to find someone who knew what that actually meant, but she was failing miserably.

Her family had escorted her into the train station, but when they saw the trains lining the path they wished her luck and left. It wouldn't have been a problem if not for her ticket. Now, she was pacing and asking for help from people who simply wouldn't listen, while the clock, ever so slowly, ticked away. Five minutes. That was all she had left. Then, the only place that would ever see her as extraordinary instead of out of the ordinary would be gone.

She decided to yell for help one last time, and as she spun to walk back to the other platform she bumped into someone. Rather, she very ungracefully bombarded someone.

"I am so sorry!" she said as she looked up into the face of a dark haired boy with glasses. He looked to be about her age, but she couldn't be sure. He was carrying a cage with an owl in it, and the animal clucked at her when she spoke.

"Randalf," he said introducing the owl to her, "he's a bit of a menace sometimes. But he warms up to people. What is your animal?" She stared dumbfounded. He was speaking as if he already knew her.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

"No," he said very casually, "but you are going to Hogwarts, aren't you?"

"How did you know that?"

He ignored the question and put his finger to his lips in concentration. "Let me guess," he said with a conceited smile, "you're a muggle born and your letter didn't tell you how to get onto the platform? Am I right?"

She scoffed as if disgusted, but mostly out of lack of understanding. She had no idea what he was talking about. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, that's why you were calling for help isn't it?"

She paused. She had no idea how to respond, so she just chose not to. "What's a muggle born?"

He smiled at her change of subject, but indulged her question. "Well, muggles is non magic folk. So I'm guessing, especially now, that you were born to a non magic family: muggle born."

She frowned. For some reason she felt very lowly right now. This boy seemed to bring out the worst in her. She hadn't been this angry since her sister had called her a freak in front of all her friends. That had been a long time ago, and it was the only time she had recalled being truly angry. "Who are you, anyway?" She said as she flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Momentarily he seemed to loose his proud stance as he saw her flick her hair. He almost forgot to answer as he looked at her with softness in his eyes. Then, in true Lily fashion she gave him a look that said, "anytime now!" and he reverted back to his silly grin. "The name's James. James Potter."

"Well, Potter, I've got to be going. I've got the platform to go onto." She turned to scurry off and then remembered that she still had no idea how to get onto the platform. She turned back around and James was covering his mouth with his hand as if to try to prevent laughter from escaping.

"After you, my lady," he said with a laugh and a bow. As he did so, he began walking backward toward the wall between the two platforms. But then, something happened. He wasn't walking toward the wall at all. Lily watched as the young boy gave a final bow and then disappeared into the wall.

Her mouth fell open. "What is this magic?" she said. Well, she thought, it's worth a try. So, she walked toward the wall, while she looked around to make sure no one saw her. Then she fell into the wall and landed on the other side.