After a few nights of walking, they reached the edge of the forest. Gilbert looked at the city before them, and decided that it was probably London. He led the younger two back into the forest to set up camp before settling down to wait for daylight.

When Harry was woken up, he had to shield his eyes from the unexpected bright sunlight.

"Why are we leaving so early?" he asked with a yawn.

"I remembered that it was Easter around when we left."

"So?"

"So, there's a train that goes to the school I was telling you about that leaves a little bit after Easter. Someone told me how to get to the platform, so we could go there now and sneak onto the train and hide before the students get there, and then sneak off the train after the students get off but before it leaves," Gilbert said triumphantly, coughing a bit as he finished speaking.

"Bruder? Are you okay?" Ludwig asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, West! I'm far too awesome to get sick!"

Neither Harry nor Ludwig believed him, but they decided it was best not to say anything.

"So how do we get to the train station?" Harry asked.

"We'll ask someone!"

"Won't they wonder why we don't have our parents with us?"

"Um… We can tell them that we're meeting our parents at the train station!"

"Bruder, how are you going to hide your eyes? Didn't you say it would be conspikus?"

Gilbert dug through his backpack for a moment before pulling out a pair of sunglasses.

"I can wear these, and no one will see my eyes!"

Harry and Ludwig couldn't think of any other objections to this plan, so they helped Gilbert pack up their blankets - Harry still had no idea how so many blankets could fit in one backpack - and followed the albino into the city.

Gilbert was right, they were indeed in London. As it turned out, they did not need to ask for directions, as they were able to easily find a map that showed them how to get to King's Cross Station. It took them most of the day to get there, as they got lost a few times, but they did eventually make it there. Once there, Gilbert led them to the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

Grasping their hands, he said, "You two trust me, right?"

Harry frowned. "Of course we do. Wh-"

Harry's question was interrupted as Gilbert ran, dragging the other two with him, straight into the barrier between the platforms. The black-haired boy closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when they hit the wall, but it never came.

He opened his eyes to find that they were on a different train platform, one that had not been there earlier. Turning around, he noticed that he could no longer see the rest of the station.

"Where are we?"

Gilbert grinned as he released his grip on their hands.

"This is Platform Nine and Three-quarters."

AN: I'm sorry, this is another short-ish chapter. I'll try to get better at writing longer chapters, but for now, this is the best I can do.

As always, please let me know what you think!