"She's a bit hard to get through to, since no one has really been able, but I'm sure you'll be best friends by the day is done. And..." Harry continued to walk with the half giant, past the wizards and witches; dwarfs and goblins (apparently there was a distinct difference); and whizzing hats and the animals laying on said hats.

Harry Potter had just found out he was a wizard. Oddest birthday present he had ever gotten (not that he really got much besides his Uncle Vernon's old socks before), but it wasn't over. A girl, the same age, had apparently been through a very similar situation. Though, he couldn't really guess how many one-year-olds defeated a powerful dark wizard with their forehead. But, apparently Unicorns existed, so anything could happen, right?

Harry let Hagrid's words go over his head (slightly literally) and focused on the whole new world around him. People dressed in all colors, were all heights and there were some unordinary skin tones that his Aunt would call "ghastly" who hurried around him, paying no mind to the half-giant and himself.

"Now, don't be scared if she bites ya. She got a good set on 'er and isn't fond of new people." Wait, was Hagrid talking about a girl or a dog? "Also, don't bare your teeth or make eye contact for long, she gets antsy."

"Hagrid, who are you talking about? She sounds dangerous."

"Oh, did I forget to mention her name. Hermione Black," Harry recalled briefly seeing that name on a paper in the Leaky (or was it Leaking?) Cauldron, the place they had just come from. "She's real lonely. Everyone up in a ruckus about her. Everyone thought she was dead. Her cousins have been trying to lay claim on her, but they're not of the good sort, so she's been staying with Aurors. Ah! There they are now."

Harry looked up to where Hagrid's long finger was pointing. Up ahead was a women with bright pink hair and a leather jacket, followed by a short girl with a very disgruntled look on her face.

This must be who Hagrid had been going on about. She certainly didn't put off friendly vibes. Arms crossed, the curly haired girl glared at him beneath her bangs. He tried to smile back.

"Tonks." Hagrid nodded at the women.

"Wotcher, Hagrid. Harry." She smiled at them both. Totally different from the girl next to her. "This is Hermione. Hermione, say hello." Tonks bounced on her toes, expectant. Hermione grunted something akin to hello, looking away. Tonks smile fell. "Hermione, we've been working on this." She hissed at the girl.

Hermione let out a deep, suffering sigh, before looking up with a overly cheerful face. "Hi! I'm Hermione and my dads a-"

"Hermione!" Tonks shrieked, grabbing the girl's arm and stalking to the other side of the alley. They talked in low voices for a few seconds, before Tonks was dragging her back over. She spoke with a forced falsetto, "Shall we start."

They first got trunks, followed by books, a pewter cauldron, and quills and ink. All were shrunk by Tonks and placed into a small bag.

But when the time came for wands, apparently Hermione was deemed well enough to be left with Harry on her own (He paled at that). So, here they were, in the wand shop (What was with these names?). Mr. Ollivander was bustling around, talking how he remembered both their parents. Harry went first, and when Mr. Ollivander went to the back of the shop, Harry felt somewhat frozen. Remembering all of Hagrid's warnings, Harry snuck a look at her. Hermione was blatantly staring at him.

Harry was about to look away when he heard, "You know, our parents were friends." Out of all the things for her to say, that was the least expected. Hermione had his full attention, and smirked, knowing that. "Yeah, inseparable. Well, at least that's what I was told. I have no memory of my father, even less of my mother." Her eyes suddenly went downcast in a feeling Harry recognized all to well, sorrow. "I don't regret not knowing them, not like I would assume you do, but, I'm not my father." Harry was confused by the last part. Why would she say that. Didn't she just say their parents were friends? From everything Hagrid told him, his parents seemed very, well, good. Surely, they wouldn't align themselves with a dark wizard. Mr. Ollivander come back, and that was the end of that.

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They soon met up with Tonks and Hagrid, who came bearing a gift. A owl for Harry, who he marveled at. He never had something that was so...so his own.

As they were about to part, Hermione gave him a smirk. "Thanks for listening. See you on the train!" Hermione immediately ran off leaving Tonks. Tonks quickly started running after her shouting,

"What did you tell him, Hermione Jean Black!"

"Was she not supposed to tell me some things." He peered up curiously.

"We'll discuss that later."

A/N : Just a note. Thanks for reading, as you can see hermione is very AU and OoC in this. But thats the way I thought her up. More will be revealed in the next chapter. Please give me time to write. I get very fitfull in my moods. Also, the name of this comes from my old account story, since this is pretty much a rewrite (with many different changes but same story in the end) of a story I never finished (then lost my account password and email) So yes, if you read the old A New Black, this is the same author

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

Julia