Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

I do not own. JK Rowling's and Warner Bros' property.

"Did you hear? Harry Potter is on the train!"

Hermione Granger heard one of the students in her compartment say. She looked over to person from whom the statement came from. A short, plump, round-faced 11 year old came into view. Neville Longbottom, was it? Hermione thought as she couldn't help but overhear the conversation.

"You're joking!" The other student said. The student was quite different from Neville. His heavily accented voice clearly shows that he was from Ireland. The boy was skinny, his teeth crooked but always with a smile. Seamus Finnigan, as Hermione had read on his trunk.

Neville shook his head.

"Excuse me," both their head swiveled to look at the bushy haired girl. "Who is… Harry Potter?"

Their faces turned to shock. "You mean you don't know?" asked Seamus. Hermione slowly shook her head. Neville smiled at her, "You're a muggle aren't you?"

Hermione smiled. Thank God I read all those books. She nodded. It would've been quite embarrassing to not now any of these basic terms that the wizarding world knew.

"Harry Potter is the boy who lived…"

Hermione didn't know if she should be amazed or something. It seemed impossible that a mere toddler simply defeated a Dark Lord. There must be something more to it.

"Hey, Hermione…" She looked at Neville, who searching under the seats. "Have you seen my toad, Trevor?"

"Sorry, no. But if you'd like, I can go search the train…"

"That would be lovely" said he, continuing to search, crouching down lower that his chest touched the floor.

Hermione stood up from her seat and stepped outside. The trolley that had passed by a few minutes ago is now getting further and further away as she just stood there and watched.

"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." Said Hermione, almost getting tired from saying that very same line over and over again. She looked into the compartment which she has asked. A boy flaming red hair and a skinny dark haired boy with eye glasses sat inside, surrounded by candy.

"No" The redhead said shaking his head slightly.

Hermione soon realized he was holding his wand.

"Oh, You're doing Magic? Let's see then." She challenged the boy.

The boy dramatically cleared his throat, "Sunshine daisies, Butter mellow, Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" The boy said pointing his wand at a rat that Hermione had noticed just now.

Although, instead of turning the rat yellow. A spark came from the tip of the wand, causing the box of candy from which the rat has been eating from to be blown away.

Both boys shrugged at the results. Hermione was taken aback, Spellwork is a beautiful thing and yet here they are wasting their time on such foolish spells.

"Are you sure that a real spell? Well it's not very good, is it?" Hermione said. She would not say it but she was a bit hurt when she noticed the redhead look at the other boy as if saying What the bloody hell is this girl telling me I have no talent in magic?

But as she looked at the reaction of the other boy, her spirits lifted. He had a small smile on his face as if saying But you do know she has a point.

She has spottedly decided that she would to befriend him at least. He seems nice she thought.

"Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself. But they all worked for me." She said proudly. She took out her wand and sat in front of the dark-haired boy .

"For example" said the girl pointing her wand directly at the middle of his face. Hermione can't help but be amused at the look of slight fear he had on his face as she did so. She also couldn't help but notice the emerald orbs that hid behind the glasses.

"Oculus Reparo" she said, loud and clearly. The tape that held the glasses together suddenly flew out from it's roll and vanished. The boy examined his newly fixed glasses just as Hermione said, "That's better isn't it?"

Hermione's eyes widened as the flop of hair that rested on the boy's hair parted and revealed a lightning scar. "Holy Cricket, You're Harry Potter!"

Harry placed his glasses back on his face.

"I'm Hermione Granger."

She suddenly turned her head towards the red-haired boy. "And you are?"

The red head chewed a bit more before finally saying, "I'm… Ron Weasley".

"Pleasure" said she, with a hint of disgust.

She faced Harry again before finally saying, "You two better change into robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon.". She stood up and strode across the two boys. But before she can disappear into the other part of the train, she looked back and said to Ron, "You've got dirt on your nose by the way, did you know? Just there." She said pointing to her own face before finally leaving.

Harry smiled at the sight of the girl, before turning back to the sweets that he had bought.

What was her name? Hermione I think it was.