Chapter 1

I'm not like…full of myself or anything. I'm average too, and yet here I am at Hogwarts having no idea how the hell I have magic because I can barely use this stupid looking wand AND to put the icing on top of the cake both my parents are …crap what do they call them again? Muggles?

Let's just say I'm the freak and their the humans…yeah…let's go with that…I'm a weakling of course…I used to get bullied in public schools so I figure this will all be the same. I walk with the stuff I brought with me which wasn't much since I'm poor even after converting starling into what they call galleons and all that.

I bought what I needed to and I remember that the professor that showed up at my house explained everything to my not so awesome parents. They of course called her a weirdo and I watched behind the couch with them not knowing of course…if they did I would get slapped hard and I was scared…I was shaking and I wanted to get away from this stupid life and here was my opportunity.

I stepped from behind the couch hiding behind my dark brown almost black shaggy hair and looked at her with burgundy reddish brown eyes and stood there with courage for the first time and looked at my parents and told them I was going. Of course they were outraged my dad even came over and I stiffened ready to take the hit and moved a bit away from him but the hit never came the professor stopped him and held me to her side and told me I was coming with her so I did.

And here I am…standing at the platform 9 ¾ with my stuff that the kind professor gave me and my new midnight black owl named sky. To be honest I just wanted to stay away from people and learn magic…since I didn't have much time to so I may be behind.

I hopped up onto the train and went to go find an open carriage. Oh good, last open one is all the way at the back. I walk in and sit down and begin to take out my books for my year and just begin to read. The only real good thing about me is that I can learn everything just by reading. I don't look up from my pile of books as 4 people walk into the room.

"ah what do we have here girls? A first year?"

I looked up and noticed the green robes and snake symbol and immediately knew who they are since I had just finished reading the history of Hogwarts. I didn't say anything and went back to reading and then one of them went to kick the book out of my hand and I just moved it the last second while not stopping my reading and I hear her stumble into the window.

My eyes widen because it was just a reflex from getting my books smacked out of my hand by my dad and I gasp and look up. I was about to apologize but all of a sudden the girl that stumbled had reached down and grabbed me and ripped my glasses off my face and smashed them on the floor I stared into her eyes and she was very angry.

"why you little piece of shit"

I just hung there like a rag doll not moving like I normally do and I watched her.

"what are you four doing?!"

I didn't look but they did and they dropped me and I fell and hit a book in my gut god that hurt. I got up and held my side as someone came in.

"Are you okay?" I hadn't seen who it was but it sounded like a girl I didn't say anything but I looked up and standing there was another first year. She had bushy brown curly hair and lighter brown then mine and I just shrugged.

She came over and tried to put a hand on my shoulder but I flinched away so she stopped.

"Well I came in on time it seemed you would have been hurt…those slytherins are such jerks!" she smiled at me and I smiled back.

"yeah…" I almost but whispered. And she grinned at me glad that I could talk and I was getting comfortable around her.

"What's your name? My names Hermione Granger"

"it's…" but before I could tell her the train lurched and we both weren't ready for it and I fell into my pile of books again as she fell on top of me. I gasped and looked at her in shock and she was laughing and it was kind of cute.

"Thanks for breaking my fall…sorry you're always getting hurt."

I smiled softly. "It's not a big deal…I'm used to it…"

She frowned and raised an eyebrow and I blushed in embarrassment

"um…no…uh..well my name is Abigaile Knight it's nice to meet you Hermione."

I held onto her and picked both of us up. The look of surprise made me smile.

"Wow your strong I know I'm not that light!"

I grinned. "yeah well…you don't know much about me but I'm glad I have at least one friend here." I put out my hand for a shake and she grasped it and a light feeling began to build going from my hand all the way to my heart and my eyes widened and I saw she felt the same.

"Well I need to get back to reading…im still not fully prepared for this Hogwarts and witchcraft stuff…my parents are muggles…I think that's what you call them.."

She laughed and nodded and I blushed.

"Im the same! I studied very hard to make sure I knew everything!"

I grinned "it's always a good thing isn't it"

"Yes…yes it is"

"What are your parents Hermione?"

"They're both dentists I'm very fond of them" And she really did seem very fond of her parents with just the look on her face.

She sure knew how to melt me…I've never met anyone that could. She might be someone I'll end up being very close to…I've never been close to anyone…

"What about your parents?"

My eyes widened and I looked down.

"um…their okay…normal…"

"Abigaile? Are you okay…"

I flinched at the name that my father calls me.

"Hey Hermione could you call me Gaile? I don't particularly enjoy Abigaile…"

"yeah sure…"

"Thanks…"

"heh gaile knight!"

I grinned. And I looked up and she was staring at me curiously.

"erm…would you like to sit with me?"

"ah…I would say yes but it seems like you need to study a bit…I'll catch you before we get to Hogwarts."

"oh…okay"

"It was nice meeting you gaile"

"yeah Hermione me too"

"see you"

"yeah…see you…"

I watched her go and I was sad. I sat back down into my pile of books and even before we got there I had read them all and began doing spells. I fixed my glasses and put them back on. I could see clearly without them…they're actually fakes but they honestly made my eyes not as red…I've always been born with them…I don't know where they came from…but I feel as if my parents aren't my real ones…my dad beats me and my mother daily and I wonder if he really wasn't my father. My mother is always apologizing to him and I don't know why…