Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own harry Potter. If I did I'd die 3

The only character I do own is Ruby. :D
Ok I got inspiration for this at like 1 in the morning and I finally finished it around 2:30. It seems like I always have to create stuff at ungodly hours T~T. Oh well =D Please review as much as possible because I totally wanna continue this. Oh and I hope you enjoyed the description :D

Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone

POV: Hermione Jean Granger

As I waved goodbye to my parents on the platform, I wondered what Hogwarts would bring. I always knew I was...different. Walking through the train to find an seat, I pondered on and on about who I would meet. I saw my sister slip into a cabin and I quickened my step to reach her. "Ruby! Wait up!" I yelled to her.

She turned, waiting for me as I ran up to her. I smiled at my sister. Turning to the people already seated, Ruby asked them, "May we join you? Everywhere else is taken up." They nodded and grumbled, "Sure." I handed my sister my few bags and she put them on the rack along with hers, and then we sat down. I felt it would be proper to introduce us, but Ruby obviously beat me to it. "I'm Ruby, and she's Hermione. And you two are?"

The boys introduced themselves as Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. It was obvious my sister was excited to be in the same vicinity as Harry. I was unaware of why, it's not like he's done anything special.

While Ruby talked the entire trip, except when we changed into our robes, I simply took out a book and started to read. It wasn't long till we were to arrive at the school, and I loved reading.

We were shepherded into tiny little boats, 3 people each, by a giant named Hagrid. Apparently, Harry already knew him. Us first years were brought into a large hall with a ceiling that looked like the night sky. "Don't worry. It's just magic that's making it seem like the sky. It's still the ceiling!" I told the boys, who were looking a little afraid at it. We were lined up on the back wall, and as soon as the Headmaster and Sorting Hat had said their share, Professor McGonagall started calling out names from her list. It took not long before she reached my name. "Granger, Hermione!" she called, and I bounded up to the stool, and sat. She placed the old, talking hat upon my head.

The hat was taking his time, but before long called out, "Gryffindor!" I smiled as I hopped off and headed toward my table.

Ruby received the same response and her face lit up like a light bulb as she ran over to my spot.

That night, after the feast and after we were escorted to our dorms, I sat next to the window whilst the other girls slept. I thought I saw a creature of some sort from the corner of my eye once, but it may've been a trick of the light. Around midnight-ish I finally went to bed.

Eight weeks passed awful quickly, and on Halloween morning I was awoken by Ruby shaking me up. "Hermione wake up! It's Halloween you idiot! Come on we're gonna be late for breakfast!"

So I quickly got dressed and followed her down to the dining hall. We sat by Harry and Ron- whom we had accumulated a great friendship with- and sooner or later the owls came with the morning Daily Prophet. Ruby chattered away with some friends in our dorm as I read the paper.

Later, I was sitting on a stone bench, going over my notes before class. I was too busy to notice some Slytherin boys walk over till they were blocking the sunlight in front of me. "Oy, Mudblood. That's our bench." I heard Draco Malfoy sneer. It was horrible to be called that name, and Malfoy knew that. Instead of getting worked up, I simply looked him in the eye and responded, "I don't see your name on it. Why don't you go sit on that one?" I pointed to another bench across the field. He simply laughed, a taunting sound that made my blood boil.

"Nah, I'd rather not. It's too cold." I rolled my eyes, picked up my things, and started to leave. I hadn't gone 5 steps when I heard him sneer, "No wonder she hasn't any friends. After all, no one wants to be near a filthy mudblood!" That had done it. I quickened my step, and, head down, accidentally bumped into Harry, Ron and Ruby. I didn't care. They called out in surprise but I just headed toward the bathroom.

I stayed in a stall the rest of the day, and when dinnertime rolled around, I exited to wash my face. I'd but turned the sink on when I heard a low grunting noise behind me. I felt my heart quicken and I stood completely still, and yet I wasn't afraid. Slowly turning, I saw a ginormous Mountain Troll; at least 10 feet in height. My mouth opened to form a little O, but I bit back my tongue to keep from screaming.

Slowly, I pulled out my wand. The troll hadn't seen me yet, for he was facing the other direction. "Wingardium Leviosa." I muttered, pointing my wand at the Troll's large stick. It floated up, much to the troll's discomfort. He tried to grasp it, but I brought it higher than he could reach, then I let it drop on his head, knocking him out cold. He fell to the ground unconscious. Suddenly I heard running, and soon Ruby, Ron and Harry appeared in the doorway, stopping when they saw the head of the troll.

I smirked and put away my wand as Ruby looked from the large monster to me. "Hermione! Did you...do this?" I nodded. "Is it...dead?" I laughed at this, shaking my head. How could he be dead?

Just then, McGonagall, Quirrell, Snape and Dumbledore rushed in, stopping too at the sight of the troll. "What in the name of Merlin happened here?" McGonagall asked, looking flustered. Before they could respond I told her what had happened: I was hiding in the bathroom, and came out to wash my face. But the troll had gotten in and I wasn't paying attention...But I did in fact knock him out.

"We sh-should m-move the thing Pr-professor.." Quirrell stuttered. She agreed and then told us, "Well, that was very courageous of you Miss Granger; taking on a full grown Mountain Troll is not something a first year can usually accomplish. But for now, I want all of you to get back to your dormitories." With that, she left us and we all went back to the common room together.

Of course, the next few months were nothing. They flew by quickly and before long, it was but a week before we were to go back home. One night that week, I sat by the window, with my forehead leaning on the cool glass. I did not feel the need to sleep, nor was I tired. Instead, I felt an urge to go exploring. So, I simply snuck into the boy's dormitories and borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak that he had gotten for Christmas. It was just for tonight. So I stole out into the cool hall, feeling an adrenaline rush that came with sneaking out.

I didn't know where exactly I was going to go, but I just wrapped myself in the cloak and padded silently away. I headed through the library, resisting the urge to read something, and instead came across a door I hadn't seen. It was locked, so I used the Alohamora charm on it. Slipping silently into the room, I forgot to close the door. It was a long hall filled with torches that set ablaze as soon as I stepped through the door.

Afraid to slip off the cloak for fear somebody would be watching, I simply kept it on as I headed down. Then something hit me: this was the corridor that students were not aloud in! I started to head back, but when I turned to do so, I saw a cat. A cat with blood red eyes and mangy looking fur, known as Mrs. Norris; Filch's cat. I then remembered I was invisible. But she seemed to look right at me...and then left. I ran down the hall, arriving at another door. I unlocked it and rushed in, just as I heard Filch call out, "Who's there? I know yer in here!"

I was breathing heavily as I turned around to face the room, dropping the cloak. It was all empty except for a large mirror in the middle. Curious, I walked silently to it. I saw myself, of course. My bushy brown hair, my brown eyes, my pale skin...So boring.

But then, the reflection changed. I saw myself, but behind me was...my parents? I knew my parents were dead. Or at least that's what my adoptive ones told me. But yet, in the mirror I saw them. They were smiling at me, and before long I smiled back. Looking at both of their smiling faces...I knew they were who I thought they were.

And yet, when I looked to my side and behind me, I was alone. How very curious. Then that must mean the mirror is magic, I thought to myself.

Sitting down in front of the large mirror, I wondered how it was I saw them there.

For the next few days, I tried to return as much as possible. On the weekend before we were to leave, I snuck in again. This time, though, I saw Dumbledore standing in front of the mirror. This shocked me, but I approached him. "Headmaster, sir?" He didn't turn. "Back again, I see. Don't you get tired of seeing the same thing?"

I shook my head. How did he know I've been here before. "Sir, why is it that I can see my parents in the mirror, when they aren't here at all?"

Dumbledore chuckled softly. He turned to me, his kind eyes looking into mine over those half-moon spectacles. "The Mirror of Erised shows our deepest and most desperate desire of our hearts. For example, the happiest man on earth would look into the mirror and see only himself, exactly how he is." He smiled, then continued to look into the mirror.

This thought struck me as something different. The deepest and most desperate desire? It was all making a little more sense to me now: I have always wanted to know who my real parents are, to meet them. I wonder if Ruby wanted the same thing...

"Professor Dumbledore, what do you see when you look into the mirror?"
"Me? Why, I see myself holding a pair of nice, thick wool socks. You can never have enough socks." He added with another smile. I didn't think he was entirely truthful, but kept quiet.

He then told me that I should get back to my dormitory. It was late and the mirror was to be taken in the morning. I reluctantly obliged, grabbing Harry's cloak and sneaking back into the common room. I suddenly felt tired, so I simply lied on the couch and shut my eyes. I was asleep before I knew it.

The train ride back home was long and tiresome, and I slept most of the way. Perhaps the little midnight trips to the Mirror of Erised were not such a good idea. I still hadn't told Ruby of my trips, nor Ron or Harry. I don't think I ever will...

EDIT: Oh my gosh, thank you so much HRLKittycat! I did not realize that. 3 *sends you a cookie*