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-OK-

King's Cross Station, London, United Kingdom, dated September 1, 1991.

Dozens of people flooded the station, all of them trying to get where they needed to go in a rush. Most didn't pay anyone else any mind, just needed to get from one place to another without causing any trouble. But, not all of them.

One such example existed as a large man with way too much money at his disposal. And so much bling that it suggested that he was compensating for something.

The man screams into his phone as he shoves his way through the throngs of people. People want to say something, but the man is large with both muscle and fat. Neither inspires confidence in one's ability to take him down.

Unfortunately, he decided to run into a young boy pushing a trolley. The boy fell to the ground without making a noise.

"Watch where you're going, kid," the man shouted before returning to his phone call.

The boy didn't get up from his spot on the floor. He stared at the large man's mans back as his body was covered in a green aura.

People at the station would have no way of explaining what happened next.

One moment, the large man was talking on the phone and the next, multiple items on his person disappeared. The phone in his hand, the gold chain around his neck, the rings on his fingers, the wallet in his pocket, the boxers in his pants, and the belt around those pants.

Without the belt to keep them up, the man's pants fell around his ankles to display the source of his compensation.

Some people screamed, some people laughed, the cops were called, it was a very exciting moment for everyone involved.

Away from the commotion, the child was back on his feet. He dusted off his green dress shirt, picked his black hat off the ground and placed it back on his head, and continued walking through the station.

The boy's body glowed green again as a ghost-like figure appeared over his shoulder.

"Great work as always, old friend," the boy's voice sounded subdued; he kept his eyes forward and acted as though he talked to no one. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an expensive looking watch; priced at around ten thousand Euros. "Of course, I can't let you do all the work, now can I?"

The figure disappeared and the boy placed the stolen watch back in his pocket.

"Now, where to find platform 9 and 3/4."

He kept himself hidden amidst the crowd. No one had told him where to find the entrance, so he needed to find an opportunity to find it himself. He could have asked for the location himself. But, the boy could never resist a challenge.

It didn't take long for the boy to find his target.

A small family of three people; a middle-aged mother and father with a daughter around the age of the boy with the wildest brown hair he'd ever seen. Something pulled him towards this family, the girl in particular, like gravity.

He followed behind the three until they stopped at one of the pillars between platforms nine and ten.

They exchanged some heartfelt goodbyes, a small part of the boy wished he could experience that, but he smothered it.

The girl gave her parents one last hug before she turned around and pushed her trolley through the brick pillar and disappeared.

The boy felt surprised for all of a second before it faded into nothingness. Little girls going through walls was par for the course at that point in his life.

He waited for the parents to leave before following suit.

The boy paused before the pillar, deciding that that moment was as good a time as any to say a few words.

"My life is already a series of bizarre events too strange to explain. What's one more to add to the pile?"

With that said, he pushed his trolley forward and disappeared through the brick.

At that moment, Harry Potter reentered the wizarding world and brought with him a bizarre ability that none of them had ever seen before.

-OK-

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