By the time the Coldwells reached King's Cross, Marianne was bawling about the way her Mother had buttoned her dress, Dorian had decided to try and hop on one foot everywhere, and Saraya was two seconds away from hitting them both with her book. There were dark circles under her eyes from waking up at five am and being dragged on three buses and a train.

"Marianne and Dorian, if you two don't behave, I will leave you with Aunt Lyla next time. Do you understand?" Vivienne snapped.

"But we won't get to say goodbye to Raya," Dorian whined.

"Tough." Tediously, they weaved through the crowds as Saraya dragged her tattered suitcase behind her, almost bumping it into people multiple times. She looked for the wall her Mother had told her about between platforms 9 and 10. She nodded to it.

"Mum, is that it?"

"Yes, that's right," she answered, her usual smile returning. She bent down to speak to the children face to face, grasping Marianne's hands. "Now, listen my darlings. You have to sprint at it, okay? I know you'll want to hesitate but don't you dare. Saraya, you go first." Dorian and Marianne hudled around their Mother, watching their older sister with wide eyes. She turned her back to them and sized-up the wall. Even if she did crash, it would only cause a scratch.

She sprinted with her suitcase, keeping her eyes open. It happened so quick, there wasn't even darkness. Saraya stood in a new crowd of people, transformed by their pointed hats and cloaks, and noises of cats and frogs. And there beneath the glass, lit on fire by the sun, was the red dragon.

Hogwarts Express.

A pop sounded behind her and she felt small arms around her waist and an audible 'woah'.

"Only just made it on time," Vivienne said. "We'll have to say goodbye quickly." Saraya had to pry Marianne from her who had started crying even more. Saraya assured that she'd send lots of letters. She moved to her brother and ruffled his hair before exchanging a quick hug with him.

"Don't end up in Slytherin!" She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be daft, Dorian," Vivienne said. "Nothing wrong with Slytherin." She cupped her daughter's face in her hands and Saraya squirmed away. "You have fun, honey, and keep in contact. Oh and behave for Merlin sake. If I get a letter from a Professor, you bet I'll..."

"Okay Mum," she interrupted. She clutched her suitcase and took flight, her heart hammering, but not just with one drum. Her palms were sweating around the suitcase handle and she heard a whistle somewhere as she clambered on.

Turning around and seeing all the waving children and adults on the platform and from the windows looked like something out of the movie. She imagined being in a book about World War Two; she was being sent away to the countryside to be saved from the bombing.

She spotted her Mother and siblings in the crowd. Marianne was on Vivienne's shoulders, cheeks still red from crying.

Saraya sighed and gave a goodbye wave before taking a book out of her suitcase, storing it, and moving into the train's body to find a compartment. The insides were carpeted and noise was blocked by glass doors. There was no subway smell or the usual rickety clicks of a train.

Saraya opened a compartment door, sat by the window as the assortment of city shapes passed by her window, and began to read.