By the time Harley dragged her heavy luggage to the station, it was already ten-thirty.
She had finally escaped the Dursleys, but now she was frantic because she couldn't find her platform. What if I miss the train?
She paced anxiously between Platforms Nine and Ten, unsure what to do. Dressed in her school uniform—a crisp shirt and short skirt—she looked cute and pretty, but her appearance also attracted unwanted attention from several creepy older men.
Just then, a group of people passed behind her, and a few words drifted into her ear.
"...packed with Muggles, of course..."
Harley spun around. The speaker was a short, plump woman talking to four boys with fiery red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk just like Harley's—and they even had an owl.
Mustering her courage, Harley approached the kind-looking woman and asked for directions to the platform. After getting the instructions, she charged through the wall.
Before her eyes was Platform 9¾. She had made it.
She joyfully took in the scene: people in colorful wizard robes, cats darting around their feet, and the noisy chatter of students and parents mingling with the hooting of owls.
As Harley excitedly absorbed the magical sight, she unknowingly became a beautiful spectacle herself. Freed from her baggy hand-me-downs, she wore a form-fitting uniform that revealed her snow-white legs. Her lovely face, with its sparkling emerald eyes and radiant smile, was utterly captivating.
Dragging her heavy luggage, Harley began searching for an empty seat. The train was about to depart; she couldn't afford to dawdle any longer.
She squeezed through the crowd and found an empty compartment near the rear of the train. First, she placed Hedwig inside, then struggled to haul her trunk toward the train door. She tried to lift it onto the step, but it wouldn't budge. Twice she attempted it, and both times the trunk crashed heavily back to the ground.
"Need a hand?" a voice asked. It was one of the red-haired twins she had seen at the platform entrance.
"Yes, please," Harley said, panting.
"Hey, Fred, come over and help!"
With the twin brothers' help, Harley finally managed to push the trunk into a corner of the compartment.
"Thanks," Harley said, brushing her sweat-damp hair away from her eyes.
"What's that?" one of the twins asked, his sharp eyes spotting the lightning-bolt scar on Harley's forehead.
"Could you be..." the other twin began.
"Be what?" Harley asked.
"Harley Potter," the twins said in unison.
"Oh! Yes, I'm Harley Potter." The brothers stared at her blankly, and Harley felt her face flush.
Just then, a shout from the open train door came as a welcome relief.
"Fred? George? Are you on the train?"
"Coming, Mum!" The twins gave her one last look before jumping off the train.
"She's quite something, isn't she, Fred?" George said with a knowing grin.
"You're right about that, George," Fred chuckled.
The twins had noticed Harley the moment she stepped onto the platform. Though she was still a budding flower, they knew she had the potential to surpass Gryffindor's reigning beauty, Angelina.
Not to mention, that bitch's cunt was already fucked out and a bit loose. Now that a pure and lovely Harley Potter had arrived, how could they possibly pass her up?
Harley sat by the window, half-hidden from view. She could see the red-haired family on the platform, listening to their warm, amusing conversation. The mother's loving hugs and kisses filled Harley with envy; she had never experienced such family warmth.
The compartment door slid open, and the youngest red-haired boy walked in.
"Is anyone sitting here?" he asked, pointing to the seat opposite Harley. "Everywhere else is full."
Harley shook her head. The boy sat down across from her. He glanced at her, then quickly turned his gaze to the window, pretending not to look.
"Hey, Ron."
The twin brothers had returned.
"Listen, we're going down to the middle of the train... Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula."
"Oh," Ron grunted.
"Harley," said the other twin, "we haven't introduced ourselves yet, have we? Fred and George. Weasley. This is Ron, our little brother. See you later."
"Bye," Harley and Ron said. The twins casually slid the compartment door shut.
Ron kept stealing glances at Harley. When she sat down, her short skirt barely covered her ass. The moment he caught a glimpse of her exposed pink lace panties, his cheeks and ears turned as red as his hair.
"Is your whole family magical?" Harley asked, intrigued by the Weasleys.
"Yeah, I've got five older brothers, all wizards," Ron replied, thrilled that the pretty girl was talking to him. He slowly began to relax.
"That's amazing. I've always wished I had siblings," Harley said wistfully.
"If you had five older brothers, you'd never get anything new," Ron grumbled. "I'm wearing Bill's old robes, using Charlie's old wand, and I've got Percy's hand-me-down rat."
"Even so, I'd still rather have my own family. Right now, I have to live with my aunt and uncle who hate me, and my horrible cousin, Dudley."
Seeing Harley's unhappiness, Ron felt flustered and didn't know what to do. He started trying his best to cheer her up by telling her fascinating stories about the wizarding world. When she finally smiled, he became even more animated. At the same time, he was amazed that Harley knew absolutely nothing about the wizarding world.
Harley really liked her new friend, Ron. Even though he always complained about using his brothers' old things, she could tell he loved his family deeply; he was just a bit sensitive.
While they were chatting, a boy named Neville, who had lost his toad, came by. After sending the crying Neville away, the door opened again not long after.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," said a pretty girl with a somewhat haughty tone. She had thick, bushy brown hair and, despite her young age, already possessed an impressive bust.
"We already told him we haven't seen it," Ron said, clearly not liking the girl. Harley is much prettier than her, he thought, and she's not nearly as arrogant.
"Is that so? Well, I'll go look elsewhere later," the girl said, but then, ignoring their reactions, she walked over and sat down next to Harley.
"I'm Hermione Granger. What are your names?" The girl tried hard to seem friendly, but there was an awkwardness to her manner.
"Ron Weasley," Ron mumbled, annoyed by her overly familiar behavior.
"Harley Potter," Harley said.
...
Hermione tried to make small talk, and when she mentioned Quidditch, she successfully got Ron talking. She then sprinkled in compliments here and there, and Ron quickly forgot his initial dislike, gradually warming up to her.
That's right—Hermione Granger had been replaced by a woman from Earth. In her previous life, she was the daughter of a mistress. By skillfully using her assets, she and her mother had successfully suppressed the original wife and her daughter, leaving them unable to fight back.
Just as she was seducing another wealthy man, she died in a car accident and found herself reborn as Hermione Granger.
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