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Author's Note: Hermione meets Ron and Harry. She also sees Hogwarts for the first time.
Sight
The first time Hermione Granger laid her eyes on Ronald Weasley, he was saying a silly spell, that in truth was clearly not a spell, in hopes of turning his rat, Scabbers, yellow. She had rolled her eyes, disgusted at the stupid rhyme. Instead she turned to the boy beside him, not instantly recognizing the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. In order to prove herself, she raised her wand, fixing the snap in Harry's glasses. Harry had recoiled, and Hermione flinched as she recognized him. She almost hit herself, how could she use a spell on Harry Potter? What if it had gone wrong? What if she had hexed him? Hermione shuddered, shaking the thoughts out of her head. Other then looking surprised, Harry seemed rather happy that she had fixed her glasses. Ron simply glared at her, not commenting. She flashed a smirk at him, before flouncing out of the compartment.
Ron had raised his eyebrows at Harry as soon as she had left. She was going to be the smart one; there was no doubt about that. He sighed awkwardly to himself. It was bad enough being compared to his older, smarter brothers, like Percy. But what if he was going to be compared to a girl? The thought was too overbearing, and he quickly erased it from his mind. Ron opened his mouth, starting a conversation with Harry.
Hermione looked back through the glass, seeing the boys laughing happily. She could imagine them sniggering about her, for fixing Harry's glasses. Why had she done that? Now they'd think she was a know-it-all. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid when she first set foot on the Hogwarts Express. She had hated being teased at her old school, for knowing things, and had hoped to turn everything around at Hogwarts. That, she decided, was a terrible start.
Hermione gasped as the train stopped on at the station. A dull, slightly frightening body of water was in front of her, with several small boats docked nearby. She waited for the instruction, before hoping in the boat with three others that she had met on the train. Neville Longbottom, a small weedy boy, was one of them. He had been the reason why she had gone into Ron's and Harry's compartment, to ask whether either of them had seen his lost toad.
Hermione rolled her eyes, wondering how one could possibly manage to misplace a toad. She was stopped mid-roll, as she caught sight of the castle. Her fellow first-years gasped around her. Hogwarts was astonishing. It seemed almost dark and eerie. Though something about it made Hermione pleased, in a sense that Hogwarts felt safe. Somehow, despite the taunting looks of the castle in front of her, Hogwarts felt like home.
