Summary: A story about 'what could've been' if Harry had met Hermione first. Characters are slightly OOC.
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I always wanted to be somebody, but now I realize I should have been more specific.
~Lily Tomlin
Chapter One: Prologue
Harry Potter was sitting in his newly acquired room, pondering the previous day's events. It was his birthday and he had learned he was a wizard. Not just any wizard, a famous wizard. He'd shopped for school supplies and got his first ever birthday present in a strange place called Diagon Alley and bought his first ever wand.
Miraculously, his relatives were so distraught when he got back that they'd forgotten to lock up his new things. For the next month he read his textbooks and practiced spells in the privacy of his new room, rarely leaving his newfound sanctuary. He retained the information like a sponge does to water and was ecstatic he found something he could exceed Dudley in and not get beaten for.
Harry couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts; he hoped he'd meet a friend. You see, Harry had never had a friend. To his knowledge, he'd never been hugged, never been told 'I love you', never been defended, never had a present, and never had a party.
That would all change very soon, he hoped.