Augustus was never the "normal" child. For years, he had been regarded as a smart, caring, and brave 11-year-old who had no internal problems, nor any outer ones. He was perfect.
This all changed when he got his letter from Hogwarts. He was no normal kid, no. He was a wizard, a muggle-born wizard, after many, many generations.
Of course, his parents were shocked at first, but they grew to get used to his "abnormality". His sister, though, fully supported him.

Today was September 1st. He had gotten his trolley and headed alone to the platforms, where he would board the Hogwarts Express. He was confused about where on earth Platform 9 and a 3-fourth quarters. He had gone through the station many times (having to go to his private school) so he knew the place inside and out. Of course, since he was a muggle-born, he probably did not understand that the platform was...hidden. Hidden away from naked Muggle eyes, or hidden from just about everyone.
Just then, he noticed another boy, with a trolley, and a cat cage.
The boy had ocean blue eyes, and he had blonde hair, which was completely groomed compared to Augustus's untidy spiky hair. He had big bug eyes and dimples.
The boy was with 2 other girls, who looked just like him.
The boy bashed into one of the arches, or rather, disappeared into it.
Augustus's jaw dropped. How is that possible?!
Another woman followed the other girls and was telling them to do the same. She had ginger blonde hair and caramel highlights. She was plump and somehow short, and she was pug-faced.
Augustus trollied his way to them.
``Excuse me?`` Augustus whispered as the woman looked at him. Somehow, the woman understood what he was there for.
``The train will leave in 3 minutes. I suggest you go into the platform.`` The woman accounted, staring at her watch, and both her daughters went into the arch.
Without saying anything, he silently thanked the woman by nodding and went into the arch, all the way to the Hogwarts Express.

I was really excited when I got my letter about Hogwarts. My parents were so proud, and even with a muggle Mum, she still knew some stuff about it. My Dad has told my Mum everything she needs to know about the Wizarding World, like the way it works differently to the Muggle World and how some rules don't apply the same way, considering we go there on holidays sometimes to visit my Dad's wizarding family. My Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents and even Great Grandparents, somehow just knew that I was going to get into Hogwarts, because it apparently runs in the family. I am kind of stressing about going to Hogwarts though, since all my relatives are counting on me to become a Slytherin like every single one of them. I just don't want to get into another house other than Slytherin, since I don't want to break the cycle and be a disappointment to the family name.

When me and my parents arrived at the station, I had a huge trolley that was carrying all my luggage for Hogwarts. I looked small compared to it, but it luckily wasn't too heavy. We got to the arch in between the platforms 9 and 10, then made sure no one was looking. I went first, running into the arch with my trolley in front of me, my eyes were closed and I was bracing for impact, but it never happened, I then suddenly heard a bunch of different voices all around me.

I opened my eyes and looked around, to see a train that wasn't there before and hundreds of kids around my age and up getting ready to go on the train and saying goodbye to their parents. A few seconds later, both my parents then appeared from the arch. We then dropped my luggage off for it to be stored, then I said goodbye to my parents. They both had to go to work, so they left early, leaving me alone with no one.

That's until I saw a boy with pale-brown skin, and untidy black hair. He was just standing there with his trolley, and looking like he had no idea what to do, and he probably didn't. I walk up to him, then tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Hi, I'm Emma. I was wondering if you're lost?"