Hermione Granger and the Philosopher's Stone.
A/N. Ok, basically this was going to be the WHOLE of PS told from Hermione's POV instead of Harry's (the idea came to me in a dream) however, after getting to the sorting I decided it would take me too long and be too boring for the readers to write the whole thing so instead I am going to do 4 scenes (1 chapter for each)!!! I have taken most of the dialogue straight from PS but, where I could, I have written things in my own words!!! I would reeeeeeally like some feedback to see whether I have used too much of the book!!!:}
Chapter One: The Train Journey
Wiping her brow Hermione Granger, complete with Hogwarts robes, lugged her heavy trunk onto platform 9 ¾. It was lucky someone, obviously a student from the school, had spotted her and her parents looking slightly lost on King's Cross station, and had been kind enough to show them how to get onto the platform.
'Well,' said her mother, after staring open-mouthed at the large scarlet train, 'I hope you have a good year...'
The corner of her mouth was twitching, a sure sign that she was going to cry unless Hermione did something about it.
'I'll be fine. Don't worry,' she reassured her. 'It'll be fun!' But despite these words Hermione wasn't quite sure that it would be all that fun. By what she'd read, that being her entire book list (plus extra), sometimes people from Muggle families, as she was, were treated as though they were not as good at magic as those from wizarding families.. So Hermione was determined to prove those people wrong. But working hard was bound to make her unpopular with people, it had at her old school. She'd never really had many friends.
'Bye dad,' she said, turning to her father and, before she lost her nerve, she gave both her parents a hug and a good-bye wave and then started towards the train.
It took her a long time to get her trunk on the train and even longer to find a spare seat. She did, in the end, though it contained a mismatch of girls and boys from all ages. She squeezed into a seat by the window and, feeling suddenly shy, she gazed out onto the platform. Almost directly in front of her was quite an alarming site. A family consisting of three boys, a girl and their mother were standing there. All with red hair. (A/N. Hmmm, who would they be then?...) The window wasn't open so she couldn't hear what was being said but she saw the mother try and rub something off one of her son's nose. He pulled away sharply and she saw the other two boys (twins, thought Hermione) laugh at him. Just watching this family made Hermione smile though she didn't know why.
When everyone was on the train and it started to pull away from the station, Hermione watched the little red-haired girl run after the train (A/N. Splat! Ooops, she's on the track), waving to her brothers, until the train gathered speed and she fell back.
Hermione took to watching the scenery change from city to country, and occasionally listening to bits of the conversation, though never joining in herself.
About an hour later the compartment door slid open and a boy with a round face and tearstains down his cheeks, put his head round the door. All conversation stopped as they turned to look at him.
'Excuse me,' he sniffed. 'Has anyone seen my toad? I lost him as soon as I got to the station.'
There were some mutterings and shaking of heads as everyone returned to their conversations, ignoring the boy completely.
Hermione, feeling sorry for him (his eyes were staring to look tearful) and having nothing better to do, got up and told him that she'd help him look.
After shutting the compartment door, she turned to the boy and handed him a tissue. 'What's your name?' she asked kindly.
He told her that his name was Neville Longbottom and his toad was called Trevor. He was also a first-year.
The first compartment they stopped at just contained two boys surrounded by a mountain of sweets. Hermione cursed herself for not going one carriage further instead of staying in the crowed one she had been in.
Straightening her robes she slid open the compartment door in time to see one of the boys raised their wand. She noticed that he was the same red-haired boy she'd seen having his nosed rubbed by his mother on the station. He also had a rather fat rat on his lap.
'Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one,' she asked them.
The red-haired boy, looking annoyed at the interruption, answered her sharply. 'We've already told him we haven't seen it.'
But Hermione, realising what he was about to do, bearly heard him and was looking at the wand in his hand.
'Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then.'
Eager to see what spell he was going to do, she forgot all about Neville and sat down.
'Er-all right,' said the boy, looking slightly putout. She saw the other boy grin out of the corner of her eye.
The boy cleared his throat and began;
'Sunshine daises butter mellow,
Turn this stupid fat rat yellow.'
He waved his wand but nothing happened.
Hermione, disappointed at the lack of yellow rat, started to talk to fill the awkward silence that had descended on the carriage after the dud spell. She was good at that.
'Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such I surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard. I've learnt all our sat of books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough- I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?'
About halfway through this little speech Hermione realised she was talking much to fast and was not making a good impression. Nevertheless she'd carried on regardless and was wondering why they were now looking stunned.
'I'm Ron Weasley,' she heard the red-haired boy mutter.
'Harry Potter,' said the other.
At once Hermione lost all interest in Ron Weasley and turned to the other boy.
'Are you really?' she said amazed. 'I know all about you, of course- I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.'
Hermione couldn't believe it; she had met a famous wizard and hadn't even reached school yet!
'Am I?' replied Harry Potter.
Feeling slightly taken a back by this answer she continued;
'Goodness didn't you know? I'd have found out everything I could if it was me.'
Deciding to change the subject (and to involve Ron Weasley a bit more) she started on the topic of houses.
'Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best, I hear Dumbledore himself was one, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad...'
Suddenly she remembered Neville, who she'd left by the door and, judging by the scowling that was going on from Ron's seat, she decided to make a speedy exit.
'Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon.
She left with Neville, looking in every compartment for the elusive toad but they had no luck.
About a quarter of an hour later, after coming back from the driver's compartment, and getting thoroughly sick of looking for the toad, Hermione heard yelling coming from Harry Potter's and Ron Weasley's compartment. Feeling glad of an excuse to call off the search, she told Neville to keep looking whilst she went to see what the fuss was about. As she walked towards the compartment three boys rushed past her, nearly knocking her into the sweet trolley.
'What has been going on,' she asked Ron and Harry, looking at all the sweets scattered on the floor after stepping inside the compartment.
The two boys ignored her (How rude! thought Hermione) and started talking to each other about a boy named Malfoy who, apparently, had started all the trouble.
Hermione, starting to feel uncomfortable, was just about to go when Ron Weasley turned to her.
'Can we help you with something?'
Feeling slightly indignant at his rude tone she answered sharply;
'You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up the front to ask the driver and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there.'
'Scabbers has been fighting not us,' replied Ron, scowling at her (Hermione took it that Scabbers was the name of the rat.) 'Would you mind leaving while we change?'
Not thinking there was any need for the scowl and the rude tone, she replied as haughtily as she could.
'All right- I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors.'
Then, noticing a smudge on Ron Weasley's nose, evidently the same smudge his mother had tried to wipe of, she finished smugly.
'And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?'
And then she left before he could think of a reply.
Realising that they would indeed be arriving at Hogwarts soon, she hurried back to her originally compartment, forgetting all about Neville in her anxiety to reach her luggage.
Just as she was about to enter, a voice rang through the train, telling them their luggage would be taken up to the school separately. Spinning on her heel she turned to look for the nearest exit.
Once out onto the dark platform, she saw a large man with a lantern calling out into the night air. 'C'mon follow me- any more firs'-years? Mind yer step now. Firs'-years follow me.'
Although alarmed at his size, she squeezed through the crowd after him, never taking her eyes off the lantern he was holding.
He led them down a narrow path and Hermione noticed Neville sniffing. Obviously he had not yet found his toad.
'Yeh'll get yer fir' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec,' said the giant man (she'd heard someone say he was called Hagrid), jus' round this bend here.'
As the narrow path opened onto a black lake, a huge castle stood on a mountain on the other side.
Everyone, including Hermione, was awe-struck.
'No more n' four to a boat!' said Hagrid, pointing to a little fleet on the lake.
The first-years scrambled into one and Hermione, noticing that there was only one space left, groaned inwardly as she climbed in next to Neville Longbottom. There, opposite her, were Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, Ron looking obviously annoyed that she had joined them.
Feeling his angry gaze, she let her eyes stare unseeingly to the magnificent castle.
A/N. Awwww, they're so mean!!! I was going to do the bit with Fluffy next but I want to get on and write the troll scene (it's one of my faves) so I might not bother with Fluffy or put it in later!!! What do you think???:}
Disclaimer: JK owns nearly everything, especially the plot, dialogue and characters!!! I own Hermione's thoughts!!!:}
Ooooooh, say this:
What noise annoys an oyster, a noisy noise annoys an oyster.
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