Hey guys! This is my new fanfiction. In fact, it's my first so I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot.
Hermione POV
She was so nervous. Her mother and father had drilled it into her head from day one: never admit your secret, that you're a mudblood. But, she thought, what if the Headmaster knows and tells someone? Or what if she bled, she thought nervously. There must have been a reason mother and father never let her bleed in front of them. And it wasn't as if they were against mudbloods, she thought. As they always told her, how many pureblooded, well to do families were saving mudbloods from the pigs called mudbloods, as her father always referred to them as. Then he would mention how dirty they were. After that he would look at her, half sternly and half fondly, and say how it was a miracle she was so intelligent and beautiful. Then if her mother was there she would look her over critically and say how the one thing that was obviously muggle was her hair and how if she was a real pureblood she wouldn't have that problem along with her teeth,as if it was Hermione's fault. Hermione always felt so angry when she did that. It wasn't her fault! Then she would remember how her parents had saved her from a horrible life as a half muggle. The only thing they had asked was for her to never tell anyone she was a mudblood. And in all honesty, that was also something she wanted. The horrible stories her parents had told her about the bullying, the ending up in Hufflepuff, of any house, was too horrible to think about. No, she thought, her parents only wanted what was best for her.
"Hermione Jean Selwyn! You come with me right now so we can get your wand! Or do you want to be the only child in Hogwarts who can't do magic?", her mother said, irritated. Hermione immediately rushed over, apologizing profusely. " Oh no mother! I'm so sorry! I'm just a bit nervous and I was daydreaming. I didn't mean to keep you waiting!" Her mother sniffed and top intend her nose up in the air looking rather snobbish, Hermione secretly thought. She immediately felt guilty. This woman had saved her! "Yes, well you should try harder.," her mother said, leading them into the shop. "Just be sure to only accept an acceptable wand, you understand me?" Hermione nodded quickly, rushing into the shop. She was so excited! She was finally getting a wand!
She came to an abrupt stop at the counter, where a friendly looking old wizard was standing, looking at her. She stepped closer, dusted herself off, and said,"Hello sir. My name is Hermione Selwyn, and I would like to buy a wand. Will you please help me?" The old man chuckled and said,"That's what I'm here for, my dear girl. Let's get you a wand!"