Harry looked around, much to his disgust it seemed his uncle was right. There was no platform nine and three quarters. Harry felt the familiar feeling of dread and hopelessness creep into him. He didn't have long left before the train was meant to leave and he had no idea how to find it. He cursed the unless games keeper for not telling him. Harry was frozen in place, he couldn't go back, he wouldn't go back. His body began to shake and he could't stop the spiral of anxiety from claiming his senses.