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HERMIONE'S POV:
Station Nine and Three-quarters was crowded and just to noisy for my liking. Animals were voicing their protests about being caged and hit against objects while their owners tried to get their stuff to the train and a board. Many parents were saying goodbyes to their children with tears in their eyes, telling them to write often, and in my opinion, just being over emotional.
With a sigh of exasperation, I began my way moving through the crowd towards the trains many entrances, dragging my trunk behind me; giving the occasional 'Excuse me' or 'Sorry' as I bumped into people while passing by. On many occasions during my travel to the train, I kept my head down and eyes diverted while walking by over emotional family's, not really wanting to feel my heart throb painfully in my chest for the want of love from my very own parents.
My parents wouldn't be able to come whether they wanted to or not. Currently they were stuck in a box six feet underground. They've been dead for a few good years now, but don't worry, I'll save you the tragic sob story of how Hermione Granger became an orphan at the tender age of four.
After a bit of pushing and shoving my way through, I finally found myself on the train heading down the hall looking for an empty compartment. A few minutes later my search finally came to a stop when I found an empty compartment. I quickly shuffle my way in and start putting my stuff on the shelf above the door. I sigh once I'm finished and collapse into one of the seats next to the window. I withdraw my iPod from my pocket and put in my earbuds in and start to listen to Marianas Trench's Ever After album. I turn my attention back to the window as I watch the last of the students shuffle on to the train. After a bit, we start our departure from the station.
I'm brought out of my gazing when I'm lightly tapped on the shoulder. I turn my attention to a flustered boy, who I assume is a first year like I because of his plane black robes that every first year is required to get. As I studied him more I noticed that he was rocking on the balls of his feet. I pull out my earbuds and gently smile at him. He returns it as he lightly scratches the back of his chocolate colored hair, seemingly even more flustered than before.
"H-Hello." He begins shakily.
"Hello." He seems to get even more nerves as I continue to stare at him, he's probably expecting me to continue the conversation for him. I just raise an eyebrow at him and he clears his throat.
"U-Umm I was actually wondering if I could, um, sit with you? T-There's no room o-or people don't want me to sit with them." he starts but when he notices I have expressed any emotions or said anything he seems to freak out. "But if you don't want me to sit with you I-"
"You can sit with me." He seems startled at my sudden response, I'm not sure if it's because I interrupted him, or if it's because I said he could sit with me. Though what ever it was, his face let me say, was priceless! He gaps at me like a fish for a bit until he manages to get what he wants to say out.
"R-Really?" I laugh at his shocked expression.
"Of course! Mr...?" He forces his hand out towards me, grinning like an idiot.
"I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom." I smile and grip his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Neville, I'm Hermione Granger." His grin somehow seems to get even bigger than before. If that's really even possible. He releases my hand.
"The pleasure' really all mine, 'Mione." I just shake my head lightly and turn my head to look out the window, while Neville struggles to get his stuff on the shelf. Once he's done he huffs and sits down across from me.
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"Are you serious? Your uncle actually threw you from your roof to see if you actually had magical capabilities?" Neville chuckles and scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. Not really seeming to fond of the memory.
"Yeah, as silly as it seems he actually did. Many of my family members thought I'd turn out to be a squib." he slightly shrugs his shoulders looking away. "I didn't show any magical potential until a few months ago, and to be honest I thought I was a squib too for awhile and was starting to accept my fate." He said lightly. Almost as if he didn't care that it almost happened. I raise an eyebrow at him in confusion though. What the hell is a squib!?
"A squib?" I ask. He looks at me slightly shocked and confused.
"You don't know what a squib is?" I shake my head confirming what he had asked. "So you're a muggleborn?" Now I know what that term is. I give him a dirty look.
"Yeah, but why does that matter?" His face showed some fear at my response. He oddly clears his throat before inching towards the edge of his seat so he's nearer to me before talking.
"It doesn't matter to me 'Mione, though to other purebloods you'll be considered below them. Though I wasn't asking to be rude, I was just asking because people from the magical world tend to know what a squib is. It just makes more sense if you're a muggleborn because it explains why you don't know what it means." My mouth formed an 'Oh' at his explanation. He slightly shrugs and slides back on to his seat.
"Anyways," He starts, bringing his hands together, "a squib is a descendent of pureblood family who can't do magic and is frowned upon in this world." I was about to reply when there was a knock on our compartment door before I got the chance to even touch it, it had opened. A woman's head popped in-
"Would you two like to buy some sweets for the ride?" I shake my head my cheeks flushing slightly.
"I don't have any money." Neville looks surprised before he quickly stands up and pulls a pouch of money from his pocket.
"I'd like two of everything please." The lady nods her head and starts retrieving everything to give to Neville.
"Neville, you really don-" He raises his hand cutting me off from trying to stop him.
"It's the least I could do, I mean, you let me sit with you when you could have turned me away like the rest. And to be honest I thought we were going to become friends soon." He states slightly flushed, directing his eyes to the ground once he was done. I huff slightly but don't try to stop him this time.
"Fine, but I'll find away to pay you back sometime." Neville just cheers at his victory before grinning at me. After a short bit the lady and Neville exchange money and sweets before she leaves and Neville sits back down across from me.
"Here you go." He leans forward slightly handing me a box, "It's a chocolate frog, make sure you keep a tight grip on it so it doesn't slip away from you. It's usually impossible to retrieve them once they are out of your grasp." I look at him skeptically before pulling the frog out of it's confinement. I look at it and then to Neville has he nods his head once. Motioning to go on.
"Come on 'Mione, it tastes really good. Just take a bit." I look back down to the chocolate frog squirming in my hand before I gulp and bring it to my mouth and take a chunk out of him. I feel my eyes widen as I chew.
"Wow you're right, it does taste good." Neville wears a triumphant grin. Neville stares at me while I finish eating my frog as he nibbles on his.
"I actually have a pet toad."
"Really?" I ask interested. He nods proudly.
"Yeah his name is Trevor. Would you like to see him?" He speaks excitedly. I nod, he starts to dig around through his robes, "I got him as a gift from my uncle when we found out I was a wizard." He searches for a bit longer before his face goes horror stricken. He begins to frantically look around. I sit up straighter slightly alarmed.
"What's wrong Neville?" He shakes his head franticly.
"It's Trevor, I-I can't find. I swear I had him in my robes the whole time." I stand up and put and hand on his shoulder, halting him from searching more.
"Hey I'll help you. We can look around the train and ask others if they've seen your toad." He looks at me happily before standing straight up grinning.
"Thank you, thank you 'Mione!" I just chuckle and grab his arm leading him to the compartment door.
"Yeah, now let us go look for Trevor."
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We've been searching the train for what I'm guessing is an hour. I sigh before knocking on another compartment door and opening it. There were two occupants in the compartment. One was a scrawny pale boy with jet black hair, bottle cap glasses, and a scar of a lightning bolt on his forehead. I realize who he is instantly, Harry James Potter.
He had defeated Voldemort as a baby and is commonly known as the-boy-who-lived by others. I've only read a bit about his story in a few books I got in Diagon Alley. I turn my attention to a red headed boy right across from Harry, who has freckles galore and seems to be wearing robes to big for him. He was holding a wand in one hand and a rat in another.
"Hello," Neville starts, "I was wondering if you guys have seen a toad? I lost mine and can't seem to find him." He finishes, as I casually lean on the door frame. They both shake their heads sadly.
"Sorry mate, we haven't seen him around here." Replies the red head.
"Yeah, sorry." Harry adds in.
"So I see you're doing magic." I state as I stare at the red headed boy. Everyone's eyes turn to me. Seemingly to finally notice me.
"Yeah, what's it to you?" Snaps the red head. I smirk and push myself off the frame getting a bit closer to him.
"Well I want to see you do some." He glares at me and points his wand at the rat moving it up and down while stating the words.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow/turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." I burst out laughing after I see nothing happened to his rat as he finishes his so-called spell. He glares at me while I wipe the tears from my eyes.
"Dude who taught you that 'spell'." I ask barely stopping myself from bursting out laughing again. He raises his noes in the air hotly.
"My brothers, they're third years."
"Well," I state seriously, "they tricked you and got you good." Before he could respond with a comment a strong, but definitely feminine, voice came from behind me.
"Oh look at what we got here boys," I turn my gaze to a raven haired girl behind me followed by two similar looking boys. "a Weasley bloodtraiter, halfblood Potter, pansy pureblood Longbottom, and a" she looks at me then raises her noise in the air as if she smelt something horrid. "mudblood." She hisses out with venom.
"And don't forget the bitchy but whinny pureblood." I mutter under my breathe, apparently I didn't say it to quietly because everyone stared at me in shock. The ravened haired girl seems to have shaken it off because the next second she's down my throat.
"Don't you know who I am filth!?" I just stare at her with uninterested eyes, not flinching as she gets closer to my face.
"Nope. You seem as no importance to me." She pushes me against the corner of the door.
"I'm Bellatrix Black, a descendant of one of the most noblest pureblood families. You might want to learn who I am and that you belong below our feet mudblood. Try not to get in my way." Before I get a chance to respond she's yanked away from me.
"Bella! What the hell are you doing!? We haven't even made it to school yet and you're already causing trouble! Oh! What would mother and father do if they found out!" Bellatrix just scuffs and pulls her arm away from what looks like a duplicate of herself. The only difference I can she is she has lighter hair color and kinder, warmer eyes.
"But Andy! She started it!" Bellatrix says in a childish tone. Her face arranged in a pout.
"I don't care who started it! Just. Leave. Them. Alone." The girl hisses at her. Bellatrix stomps and storms down the hall with her 'henchmen' following right behind her. Bellatrix's double turns to me Slightly rubbing at her temples.
"I'm sorry about my sister she's a bit childish, and rude, along with many other things." She then gasps in shock. "Oh how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Andromeda Black it's pleasure to meet you. Even if they weren't on great terms." She puts her hand out to me, she notices as I look at her skeptically.
"Don't worry, I'm nothing like my sister." She sends me a light smile. I give her a weird look as I reach out and shake her hand firmly but gently.
"Hermione Granger." She smiles before letting go of my hands. She quickly straightens out her robes before looking back at me with a small smile.
"Well I must be going, but I hope to see you around Hermione." With that she was gone with a smile, leaving me and the others confused about what had just happened. The silence is broken when Weasley speaks.
"What the hell just happened." I shrug my shoulders and all I could think was. 'My time here is going to be a living hell.
