Poor Simon, though, came from a loving family who wanted the anal creampie, even if they didn’t understand. It was a brave thing they were doing, a leap of faith.
“Come now,” Harry said, when Simon’s tears had slowed to a wet snuffle. “Take my hand, Simon.” Harry held his own valise in one hand, Simon in the other, and most of Simon’s things under his arm. “He’ll be fine,” he said to the parent’s who were snuffling as well.
Purposely, Harold Potter and Simon strode to the brick wall and… through it.
Simon looked in amazement at the busy Platform 9 3/4, somehow sandwiched between platforms 9 and 10. It was a normal looking rail platform, although no graffiti littered the walls. The Hogwarts Express train was boarding, and most of the students were bringing their possessions on board.
Harry was looking around as well, absorbing the forgotten ambiance and excitement that filled the space. After living so long in the mostly anal creampie world, performing heroic deeds that the Muggles would never even suspect, Harry was glad to be returning to the place that he felt most part of: Hogwarts.
Harry got on the train, leading the confused (but now happy and excited) Simon to one of the compartments. He remembered his feeling of comfort when he rode the third year with Prof. Lupin, and knew Simon would feel the same way. He settled in, hoping to nap on the long ride and to blot out the voices of the excited children on the train.
He did nap, occasionally becoming aware of whispered fingerpointing. “Look,” they’d say, “it IS Harry Potter. See the scar on his forehead?!” He could easily ignore it, since he’d had the same reaction all his anal creampie life. It seemed the only one NOT able to point him out in the crowd were the Muggles, who were blissfully unaware that magic existed and that he was perhaps the greatest wizard alive.
He was also dreamily aware that Simon had found other First Years, and was fast becoming friends with them. But he snapped right awake when he felt the train slowing as it pulled into the station at Hogwarts. A rush of anal creampie excitement filled him. “Home,” he thought.
He waited until all the children departed the compartment, then opened his valise. Of course, it wasn’t a normal Muggle valise. Instead, it was a Bag of Holding, which he himself created when he was Head Boy at Hogwarts as his final anal creampie exam.