Mixed Emotions: a Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 1

[Scarlett's POV]

"Platform nine and three-quarters, how could there be a three-quarters? Surely, you can't just cut a platform in half can you?" she muttered to herself frustrated and earning weird looks from strangers. Scarlett had been wondering around Kings Cross station for almost forty minutes now, still looking for platform nine and three-quarters. The train was going to leave at eleven o'clock, and she was still stuck where she started. "Excuse me," the station manager looked down at her.

"What can I help you with miss?"

"Well, um, I was wondering if you knew where platform nine and three quarters was."

"Look here kid. I've had enough of this, all this nonsense with platform nine and whatever it was. If you think that I'm the person to mess with, then-"

"Sorry, bye." She had already broken into a run, pushing her trolley as fast as she can, trying and failing not to crash into anyone. Ten minutes till the train was about to leave, "Bloody hell." She looked around and spotted a group of people with trolleys and trunks like hers. Scarlett pushed her trolley up to the man with dark hair and round glasses, "Excuse me sir," he turned around and smiled,

"Yes?"

"Do you by any chance know how to get onto platform nine and-"

"Three quarters?" she gaped at him in shock, "Yes I do,"

She muttered an inaudible, "Thank you," and followed the man.

"I'm Scarlett by the way,"

"Harry Potter. How come your parents aren't here with you?"

"They're working, and besides they wouldn't know where it is,"

"Are they muggles?"

"Yeah,"

"So, you're muggle-born then?" she nodded, "My friend Hermione's muggle-born," in saying that he waved to a woman with brown bushy hair, "That's Hermione," Scarlett looked up and saw that they were standing in between platforms nine and ten, "Everyone, this is Scarlett, muggle-born and lost." She laughed sheepishly as Harry put his hand on her shoulder, "So, this might be hard to get your head around, but what you do is you run straight into that wall."

"Straight into that wall?"

"Yep. Just watch James," he pointed to a boy with dark hair who looked very much like Harry. He ran into the wall and disappeared. "There you go. Easy isn't it?"

Scarlett looked up at the man in utter shock. "Easy?! That's what you call easy?!"

"After what I've been through, that could be pretty much the easiest thing in the world."

Scarlett opened her mouth to say something back the grim looked and the way his mouth was set in a thin stopped her. For several long seconds she stared at the wall as if it was going to jump out at her, "Goddammit." She shook her head and ran straight into the wall. "Whoa!" she crashed into a boy with dark hair and green eyes, and knocked her trunk and her owl, Glacier, and the boy's things on the floor. She turned a deep shade of red, "Bloody hell. I'm so sorry," she said as she reached out to pick up her things.

"It's fine, first time here?"

"Yeah,"

"Me too." An awkward silence hung between them as they picked up their things off the floor, "I'm Albus Potter by the way,"

"Are you Harry Potter's son?"

"Yep, you know my dad?"

"He helped me get in. Oh and I'm Scarlett, Scarlett Anderson." She straightened up off the floor and brushed the dirt and dust off her knees, reaching out a hand to help Albus up.

"Thanks. Er, shall we go?" he held his hand out to her, she looked at him and raised her eyebrows but took his hand.

"Sure, why not?" she half smiled at him.

He smiled back, "C'mon, lets get the best compartment."