Hi everyone!
I know this fiction has been done before, but I thought I'd give it a go myself. I'm aiming to do all seven books, although it could take a while- and I might need some prodding if I forget to write! I'd just like to beg you to review- I can't tell you how much your opinion means to me- with fan fictions I've written before, reviews were seriously the only thing that kept me going! I know it's wrong to write for reviews, but they remind me and give me motive- so thank you SO much if you decide to!
Ok, that's the end of this part, so lastly, I hope you enjoy!
Moomoo.
Summary:
Hermione Granger has always been an over achiever. When she's eleven, she gets a letter from the Hogwarts school- ready for learning, Hermione embraces her chance- unaware of the adventure the next seven years of her life shall be… (Hermione P.O.V of the series)
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I do not own the Harry Potter series, or any of the characters involved, none of the plot line is mine.
Chapter one: My Letter
'Get the post, will you Hermione?' My mother asked as she put some bread in the toaster. I obliged obediently, hopping up from the dining table and into the hallway. The floor beneath the letter box was scattered with the usual bills and letters from the practise, being the organised girl I was, I sorted them into two wads- mum's letters, and dad's letters. Once I'd reached the bottom of the seemingly never ending stack, I saw an envelope that appeared a little different. It had a parchment effect, and was sealed with burgundy wax and stamped with a peculiar coat of arms. I flipped the letter over, to reveal an elegant green script, the letter was odd in so many ways, but the oddest thing at all, was that it was addressed to me.
'Here you are,' I said, tossing the letters onto the kitchen table, mesmerised by the thing before me,
'What have you got there, Hermione?' My father asked, peaking over his paper,
'I- I don't know, it's a very strange letter,' I mumbled, before cautiously breaking the seal, as though something was going to leap out of the envelope as I did so. I gingerly unfolded the parchment inside, it smelt gorgeous, I smiled as I inhaled.
Dear Miss Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Terms begin on the 1st September. Take the Hogwarts Express from platform 9 and ¾ at 11am, from Kings cross station. We await your owl no later then the 31st July.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I read the words over and over again, but they wouldn't sink in. Surely this was some sort of joke! No mater what I thought, my hands shook at the idea of 'Witchcraft and Wizardry'.
'What's the mater, Pumpkin?' asked Father, I slid the letter across the table to him, biting my lip. His eyes widened as he read.
Later that day, we sat down as a family, a sheet of paper and a fancy ink pen at the ready. A few hours of work composed a letter in response.
Dear Ms McGonagall,
We thank you for Hermione's letter, however, the concept of Witchcraft and Wizardry confuses us. I'm sure you wont blame us for thinking this whole situation is a ruse, plotted by a couple of immature children. We'd greatly appreciate to see either you, or one of your colleagues in person to help us understand the nature of your proposal.
Kind regards,
Mr William Granger, Mrs Jean Granger, and Miss Hermione Granger.
The very next day, a tall man with greasy black hair arrived at our doorstep, explaining the magical world briefly. He said his name was Professor Snape, and he didn't seem too happy to be in the 'muggle' world as he called it. He dumped a pile of books in my arms before abruptly leaving.
'Well, young lady, it looks like your going to Hogwarts,' said my mother, the grin on her face reaching her ears, 'I'm so proud of you!' she squealed, embracing me so hard that I swore my ribs were being crushed. I was thrilled. The next few weeks I spent with the books in my arms, reading as fast as I could to get as much knowledge as possible crammed into my brain. Out with maths and English, and in with transfiguration and history of magic.
Nearing the end of August, my parents and I took our first venture into the other world. Diagon Alley. With a list clasped in my hand, I was ready to buy everything I needed- but first we had to pick up some magical money- which I'd read all about in my text books. 'Gringots' bank was the most spectacular place I'd ever visited in my life. With wagons that jolted around at rocket speed and intelligent goblins patrolling the halls, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. This was my life from now on! The day had passed before I even knew it had begun. It was true. Time DID fly when you were having fun. I sat in bed that night, my 'Inspirational Women' calendar on my lap.
I only had five more days to go, then I'd be living it… living the dream. I checked off the days as they went-
27th August… gone,
28th August… gone,
29th August… gone,
30th August… gone,
31st August… going, going, going… gone.
It was 11pm, and my jaw was shaking, I'd be on the train in twelve hours…
'I'll miss you so much,' sobbed my mother, as we stood at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. I'd read about how to get to the express, and was sure I had it spot on. We were there bright and early, quarter past ten on the dot. I'd forced them to take me that far in advance- just in case there was any traffic, or I forgot how to get past the barrier.
'Be careful, honey!' called my father as I began running towards the solid wall, I swallowed hard, looking back to my parents one last time,
'Write to us!' I heard them call, but I didn't have time to answer. There I was! The scarlet steam engine puffing away in front of my eyes, only a few families mulling around the platform. I judged it was too soon to board the train, so I sat on my cases as I waited for more young witches and wizards to arrive. I picked at my nails, thinking about how thirsty I was before I remembered the mineral water in my satchel. As I retrieved it, I found some old text books I'd used at regular primary school. I'd always been proud that I was working at a 'Year 8' level, and spent most of my breaks indoors, taking voluntary tests and extra curricular maths.
I guess that's why I didn't have any friends to say goodbye to, or anyone to make up a story to about where I was going… no one to miss me, no one to cry about me. The school results table would miss me, and that was it. Hogwarts would be the same, I was sure. No one would want to be my friend! Who on earth would make friends with the ugly swat in the corner, who always has their nose buried in a book? I knew friends would be nice, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to sacrifice my education, by finding a few silly little girls to chat to about boys and makeup.
By the time I'd awoken from my day dream, the station was buzzing with extraordinary people, owls, cats and the occasional newt darted around the platform causing havoc as students hugged their families goodbye, and their friends hello. I noticed that no one else was in their school robes yet. I'd changed early this morning, wearing an anorak to cover up the school logo back in the muggle world. I didn't let it phase me though, I was prepared and ahead of schedule, nothing to worry about! Except that fact that I was forgetting some of the texts I memorised- would that be a problem!? I was sure I was going to fail here, I bet all the other children would have magical families, who'd taught them tonnes in advance!
I boarded the train as soon as I saw someone else doing so, hauling my trunk along and flinging it into the first carriage I saw. When I'd sat down, I had time to 'people watch', without others thinking it was odd. I notice a pair of red headed twins assisting a small raven haired boy onto the train. I could see that he had large glasses and a tousled hair-do- I had to admit that he was rather good looking. I blushed at my tiny crush as I turned away, hoping that my rosy cheeks would fade before anyone else sat with me.
Once the boy had got on the train I couldn't see him any more, so I chose to watch the brothers instead. After a while, they made their way over to a group of people with matching hair colour to them, where they begun to discuss rather loudly about pranks with toilet seats and someone's dirty nose. It made me angry when I thought of anyone vandalising Hogwarts! Why on earth would people abuse their privilege? An excellent school like Hogwarts… Soon enough, most of the family had disappeared and begun to bustle onto the train. Three people joined me for the journey. A boy named Neville Longbottom, and a set of twins- Pavarti and Padma Patil. We waved goodbye together- even though I had no one to wave to and then returned to our seats.
'Oh no, oh no, oh no,' muttered Neville, 'Not again!'
'What is it?' I asked, confused,
'It's trevor… my toad, I've lost him!' he mumbled, 'I need to find him! He was a present from my gran!'
'Ok, ok, calm down!' I urged him, 'We'll find him!' and we begun searching down the train, avoiding the trolley lady and a couple of thuggish boys, and a particularly handsome blonde one before I came to an almost empty compartment. By this time, the train was soaring across fields.
It was a mess inside, I disapproved in my mind as I looked at the sty in front of me. I judged they'd been fighting- absolutely disgraceful! I mentioned it to them before saying something about Neville's toad.
'I'm Hermione by the way, Hermione Granger' I stated, smiling pleasantly,
'Ron Weasley,' said the ginger boy, his mouth filled with food, charming. I turned to the good looking black haired boy,
'I'm Harry, Harry Potter,' He said plainly,
'Are you really?' I said in astonishment, I'd read ALL about this boy. I'd liked him just through reading- he'd have to be one very clever, and advanced wizard. My heart pounded in my chest, I'd never had this feeling before, for anyone! Harry Potter. I'd just met Harry Potter… and hopefully, I'd see a lot more of Harry Potter!