So this is my first crack at fanfiction. uploading is kind of difficult for me right now but i'm trying to get the hang of it. I have lots more of this story written hopefully you like it enough to want me to post more. So please hang in there with me while I figure this out. comments would be appreciated!
When she was seven her parents turned her out because of her skills. She had always had tiny things happen that couldn't be explained. But she knew in her heart that she was the reason books would move, doors would shut and classmates things would disappear. So behind closed doors she practiced to control the things that happened. And when she was seven she mastered it. If she thought hard enough, wished it so much then things would do as she wished. Magic. And her parents hated her for it. Her father had said it was unholy. And her mother was to blinded to see any wrong in her dear husband's words. So they told her to leave, take her ungodly talents and leave. And she did. Left with a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. Nothing to trade with no money. Just food.
That had been three years ago now. Living In London was the best thing Hermione Granger had ever had happened to her. Sure she had been happy as a six year old but there was no greater freedom than wondering the city streets with no one in charge but herself. Shortly after arriving in London on the back of a truck who's driver was unaware to her hitchhiking presents, Hermione had used her skills to make herself a little coin.
Children with money in any City draw the attention of two kinds of persons. The first are adults wanting to take "candy from a baby" as the expression goes. And many hungry covetous eyes followed the girl as she stuffed the handful of crisp Euros into her back jeans pocket. Luckily the second group is the one that got to her first. Other Children.
"You'll want to be careful with that House Pet." A cool voice said as she pocketed the change from a 20 after buying a bottle of water and some crisps. Hermione's brow rose and she passed by the boy into the seats designed for eating full meals.
"Do I?" She asked opening the bag. He nodded and sat on the stool across from her. He couldn't have been much older maybe a month or so. "House Pet?" She asked offering him the open bag. He looked suspiciously at her before taking a handful.
"It's what kids like me call kids like you." He said unhelpfully. Hermione waited patiently for him to elaborate. "You've got yourself a nice house with some nice parents I'd bet. That makes you a house pet." He clarified.
"I've got neither," She said munching on a chip. He looked surprised. "I'm called Hermione." She said holding out her not too terribly dirty hand. The boy looked at his hand and whipped it on his brown shirt before taking hers.
"Mark." He replied. "You've come from somewhere Hermione. Your too clean to be from my part of town." He said frowning at her.
"Actually you live just around the corner from me." He opened his mouth to disagree. "I live down Backston too." She said before he interjected. "I'm just as.." she looked around at the adults minding there own but watching the two children. "Free" she smiled.
"In that case let me walk you home House Pet" He smiled. They finished the bag of crisps and walked out of the shop toward their shared street. "How did someone like you end up here?" he asked skipping a rock conversationally.
"My parents made me leave." She said. "Sometimes weird things happen to me." She said sheepishly. Mark looked at her with a new light in his ten year old eyes.
"Things when you're angry or scared?" he asked. Hermione nodded deciding to trust the boy. "I'm the same. My parents died thou. I ran away from Fozzies." He explained. Hermione knew that some foster care homes were bad. And that some children just wouldn't be kept in a house like that after being abandoned it made them restless.
"My parents were church people. They called me unholy." She said sadly. He gave a sympathetic nod.
"Stay with me house Pet." He offered. "I promise it'll all be ok." He said.
"Where are you staying?" She asked without thinking. He chuckled.
"Where all the children stay."
That was her first contact in the wizarding world. It was that august that they had their answers. Mark got his Hogwarts letter August 1st. It was the answers they had wished for. Almost the second they finished reading they packed up their few measly things. And all their money and headed toward where this Diagon Alley was supposed to be located.
"How are we supposed to pay for this stuff?" Mark asked disgusted as he looked at the book list. Hermione smirked.
"How do we always pay for stuff?" and she began to scan the crowd for a fat wallet that need a weight loss program. Mark hated that Hermione used her magic to steal. He didn't like it when she physically stole as that was dangerous but when she used magic none of the regular people had a chance. Hermione picked the pocket of a fat looking American man and quickly emptied out all the cash money, even the American dollars. Before with a wave of her hand the newly lightened wallet returned to his pocket.
"That feels so wrong." Mark sighed heavily. He was of the oppion that all money should be earned honestly. But then what kind of jobs could a ten year old really come by? Much less a ten year old with a seven year old sister that tagged along everywhere?
"Don't worry you'll get your work. It's not enough to get much, plus it's in non magic money what if wizards have their own currency?" She asked.
"They do" A deep voice interrupted them