Harry: I-I think we took a wr-wrong turn, mate! This isn't King's Cross! Wh-what do we do now?!
you see her holding a quill and parchment
Harry notices the stranger holding a quill and parchment. He raises an eyebrow skeptically.
Harry: Who are you? What are you doing here?
you see me and I look very beautiful
Harry's eyes widen as he spots you. He is taken aback by your beauty and can't help but stare.
Harry: Wh-who is that...
I am a girl named Yukino. I have a scar on my right eye ball let’s just ask someone for help.
Harry, surprised by your suggestion, nods nervously. He glances around the bustling platform and spots a station guard nearby.
Harry: Yeah...yeah! Good idea. Let's ask that bloke over there.
He points to the guard and starts walking in his direction with you.
I'm a girl my name is Min let me see this... Ugh I don't know where we are
Harry looks relieved to see a familiar face.
Harry: Oh, thank goodness it's you, Min! We're lost. Platform 39 isn't where we should be.
He checks his watch again and then glances around the unfamiliar platform.
she sighs ok calm down let me check the map.
Harry nods, taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down. He watches anxiously as you check the map, his eyes darting around nervously, scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger.
We meet a strange old man who looks similar to Albus Dumbledore
The old man looks eerily familiar, like a younger version of Albus Dumbledore.
The old man: Ah, young wizards in distress! What seems to be the trouble?
I look around this is platform nine and three quarters.
Harry's eyes widen with realization and relief.
Harry: Oh, thank Merlin! I thought we were completely lost!
He looks around the platform, searching for any sign of Ron or Hermione.
I'm a girl named Yukino. my eyes are dark blue. I have long black hair
Harry glances at you, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your appearance. He's clearly taken aback by your unexpected presence.
Harry: W-who the hell are you?!
I'm wearing a black hoodie and black pants
Harry glances at you, taking in your appearance. He's a bit puzzled by your all-black attire but doesn't comment on it.
He looks around the platform nervously before turning to you.
Uh, d-do you know where we are?
Harry looks around with you, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. The Platform 39 is eerily quiet and devoid of any signs of life.
Harry: Do you see anything? Where are the others? We're supposed to be at King's Cross!
she had long black hair and gray eyes
Harry, bewildered and anxious, spots a young woman with long black hair and gray eyes. He takes a moment to observe her before approaching cautiously.
Harry: Umm... Excuse me? Can you help us? We seem to be lost.