Running through the barrier and standing on Platform Nine and three quarters was something Ron had done almost every year since he could remember yet this time felt different. The Hogwarts express seemed to almost shine, the red paint seemed brighter, the sharp horn of the train which acted as a warning that it would be leaving in ten minutes used to be painful to him yet now it seemed to call to him, the busy platform filled with families used to scare Ron and now it had excited him. It all seemed a lot more magical, he smiled at this.