*Disclaimer* I don't own Harry Potter or Finding Nemo.
John Sullivan
Hermione smiled as she went down the list of new students, signing their Hogwarts letters and sending them off.
Samuel Thornwood
It was one of the best parts of being Deputy Headmistress, being the one to tell the children that they would be attending the best school of magic in the world.
Abigail Torrence
Sarah Uther
She stifled a gasp as she read the next name.
Henry Wilkins
She stared at the name, hoping he wasn't who she thought he was.
It couldn't be, it just couldn't.
She searched frantically through the file for the boy's information. He was muggleborn and Hermione wasn't the one to interview him, so there wasn't much.
Henry Wilkins, 11
Parents Monica and Wendell Wilkins, 48 and 49, Muggles
Younger sister Mandy, 9, Magical
Home Address, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney, Australia
A very bright child, very curious about the wizarding world...
Hermione sat back, eyes carefully dry.
She'd never expected this.
For twelve years she'd wondered about them, hoping they were happy. She'd sometimes thought about tracking them down, but could never work up the courage to do so.
She was just a stranger to them now, and it wouldn't be right to interrupt the lives they were living without her.
She took a breath to calm herself and continued writing out student's names.
" ... through these doors into the Great Hall, where you will be sorted into your houses." Professor Granger smiled as she looked over the first years. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him. The trademark messy brown hair, the heart shaped face, the bright curious eyes; there was no doubt as to who he was.
Hermione led them into the Great Hall and focused on the Sorting, watching as each child was sent on their way. Her heart was pounding as she called out the final name on the list.
"Henry Wilkins."
The Sorting Hat shifted in her hand, and she realized how hard she'd been gripping it.
"Sorry," she mumbled to it as Henry sat down. "I just... Take good care of him."
Hermione smiled as it called out Gryffindor and Henry went scurrying off to the table, grinning ear to ear.
She would keep a close eye on him, she resolved. Protect him from whatever craziness would inevitably come during the school year.
She would look after her little brother.