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Heart
hammering
,
Harry
pushed
his
cart
after
them
.
They
stopped
and
so
did
he
,
just
near
enough
to
hear
what
they
were
saying
.
"
Now
,
what
's
the
platform
number
?
"
said
the
boys
'
mother
.
"
Nine
and
three-quarters
!
"
piped
a
small
girl
,
also
red-headed
,
who
was
holding
her
hand
,
"
Mom
,
ca
n't
I
go
...
"
"
You
're
not
old
enough
,
Ginny
,
now
be
quiet
.
All
right
,
Percy
,
you
go
first
.
"
What
looked
like
the
oldest
boy
marched
toward
platforms
nine
and
ten
.
Harry
watched
,
careful
not
to
blink
in
case
he
missed
it
--
but
just
as
the
boy
reached
the
dividing
barrier
between
the
two
platforms
,
a
large
crowd
of
tourists
came
swarming
in
front
of
him
and
by
the
time
the
last
backpack
had
cleared
away
,
the
boy
had
vanished
.
"
Fred
,
you
next
,
"
the
plump
woman
said
.
"
I
'm
not
Fred
,
I
'm
George
,
"
said
the
boy
.
"
Honestly
,
woman
,
you
call
yourself
our
mother
?
Ca
n't
you
tell
I
'm
George
?
"
"
Sorry
,
George
,
dear
.
"
"
Only
joking
,
I
am
Fred
,
"
said
the
boy
,
and
off
he
went
.
His
twin
called
after
him
to
hurry
up
,
and
he
must
have
done
so
,
because
a
second
later
,
he
had
gone
--
but
how
had
he
done
it
?
Now
the
third
brother
was
walking
briskly
toward
the
barrier
he
was
almost
there
--
and
then
,
quite
suddenly
,
he
was
n't
anywhere
.
