Chapter 1

I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise I would live off of Nutella.

The Grangers House.

When Hermione Granger got her Hogwarts letter delivered to her, she was so excited, she almost fell out of her seat.

"A school to do MAGIC in!" she shouted after Professor McGonagall had explained. (McGonagall was quite surprised, most muggleborns are quite hesitant to the fact that magic is real, or nervous that they will be moving away from their parents for so long! Not bouncing out of their seats shouting at you!) The Professor looked at her pocket watch and sighed quietly. She still had 10 more minutes with this bundle of energy.

Dan and Emma Granger looked at her with amused, if annoyed, faces. They had seen this time and time again. An adult tries to have a conversation with Hermione, and gets overwhelmed with the amount of energy their little one had. It suddenly gets very amusing when you're not the one the energy is being directed at. They were slightly annoyed with the way Hermione was talking to her new Professor, but that could be dealt with later.

Professor McGonagall pulled herself together, and answered, "Yes, dear. You can do magic." She then proceeded to cast a spell at the coffee table in the middle of the room, and it suddenly transfigured itself into a French bulldog. Hermione clapped her hands and got out of her seat to dance around the lounge room. Her unruly hair was flying everywhere. Professor McGonagall suddenly looked extremely annoyed.

She still had 7 more years to spend with Hermione Granger.

Godrics Hollow, Harry's Bedroom.

When Harry Potter finally got his Hogwarts letter, he was expecting it.

Lily, his mum, had told him all about it. James, his dad, had told him that everything on that list was very important to pull all the pranks he was going to do.

Harry nodded to himself slightly, and put it up on the wall in his bedroom. The wall was covered in potion instructions, pages from his charms book that was falling apart at the seams, and transfiguration papers that he had wrote late at night, all for the good of pranks. Harry was sure he would do at least okay at his subjects, and would make sure he was practicing his Quidditch skills.

Harry was quite excited for his first year of school. Although he already had lots of friends, like the Lovegoods nearby, he knew he had to make lots more friends at school to get the perfect pranks done. And also, he did want some people his age to hang out with.

Harry heard a knock on his bedroom door, and shouted, "Come in!" before his little sister Violet walked in. Violet had black hair from James, although it was straight, and had gotten green eyes from Lily. She was only 5, although she was scarily smart.

"Harry!" She yelled as she crashed into him. Harry held her tight, and gave her a big hug. That was another thing about Violet. She liked hugs. "Yes Violet?" Violet looked up from in Harry's arms. "When are you leaving us?" she asked quietly. Harry bent down to Violet's height, and tried to explain. "I'm leaving for school in a month Violet. But that doesn't mean I'm leaving forever! I'll come back every Christmas, and I'll be back for a couple of months next year too!" Violet sniffed softly, and nodded. Harry sighed softly. "Oh, Violet. Come on, I'll take you to the kitchen. We can go have some lunch with mum and Daisy."

Violet gingerly took Harry's hand, and walked out of the door to go and get lunch.

The Burrow.

Ronald Weasely had gotten his Hogwarts letter.

And instead of going to his dad about this, he just felt like he needed to go and talk to Fred and George. Usually that was a stupid move, as they always seemed ready to prank you if things went wrong in a conversation. But today, Ron just seemed to have a feeling.

He walked down the stairs to the door two below his, and knocked. When nobody answered, he pushed the door open slightly. He saw something on the floor and gaped. There was an advanced charms book on the floor, and an advanced transfiguration, and many other books and things that were way above the level of a third year at Hogwarts.

He knew, Percy showed Ron (and the rest of his family) his letter when he was in third year.

He heard someone swear from behind him, and saw Fred and George standing behind him. Fred looked over at George, and Fred seemed to decide to say something. "It isn't what it looks like!"

"It's all for the love of pranks!" George continued.

Ron thought for a second. If Fred and George, the people who almost always got bad marks, decided that they should read an entire series of advanced books to make pranks, maybe they weren't as bad as they seemed! Ron had made his mind up.

"Could you maybe… teach me how to prank?"

Hannah Abbot's house.

It was breakfast in the Abbot house when Hannah's Hogwarts letter came.

The Tawny Owl delivering it came swooping in from one of the bigger windows in the dining room, and straight onto Hannah's arm. Mitchel Abbot looked amusedly at his red-headed daughter. "Well don't just sit there staring! Open it!" Hannah blushed slightly, and focused her hazel eyes on the letter. She opened it, and the two other people at the table fell expectantly silent.

After a couple long minutes, Hannah suddenly jumped from her seat, and did a little victory dance, celebrating in her own little way.

Tahlia Abbot looked disparagingly at her daughter. "I think I can guess what it says, but could you fill me in?" Hannah nodded shyly, perhaps realising they had just seen her dance, but filled them in. "It-It says I can go to Hogwarts!" Hannah punched her hand into the air slightly, a little less enthusiastic than before.

Mr and Mrs Abbot looked over at each other, and began laughing hysterically. They may only have one child, but she was, in their minds, absolutely perfect.

Diagon Alley

Harry watched Lily Potter, his Mum, tap the correct bricks on the dingy wall behind the Leaky Cauldron with her wand, and watched it open dramatically. He would never get over how amazingly cool it was.

Violet was looking happily at the wall, and Daisy was almost jumping up and down with excitement. He had to remember his siblings had never been here before, Harry thought to himself. Even though he had only been once, he could almost remember every shop.

James, Harry's Dad, shepherded them through the opening in the bricks, and into Diagon Alley, stopping at the ice-cream parlour near the entrance.

"Right. Violet, you have to stay with Mum, and Daisy, that goes for you too. Harry, you'll be coming with me, so we can get all of your school supplies. We all good with that?" A chorus of "Yes, dad!" was heard over the thrum of the people. James nodded. "Good!" He motioned towards Harry with his right hand. "Shall we go?" Harry nodded, smiling on the inside, knowing they were going to be doing much more than the normal school supplies.

Harry walked in to Ollivanders wand store, handing his new owl, Hedwig, to his Dad, wishing himself a silent good luck. He had heard that Mr. Ollivander was a bit of a crazy person, but you would most likely get your perfect match of a wand.

Harry took a breath, and rang the bell at Ollivanders desk. The old man walked out of the back of his store, holding a gnarled looking wand. He stepped up to the front desk, and Mr. Ollivander began to speak.

"What would you like today, Mr…. Potter, am I correct?" Harry nodded, slightly creeped out that a random knew his name. "I would like a wand please." Harry asked politely. Ollivander looked delighted. "Of course! Wand matching, my favourite task." Mr. Ollivander then motioned towards his arms. "Which one is your wand arm? Your right arm I presume?" Harry nodded, intrigued by the tape measures suddenly popping out of nowhere and measuring him. Mr. Ollivander looked slightly puzzled, and snapped out of his daze to inform Harry, "I'm going to go look for a wand for you. I'll be right back, Mr. Potter." He walked briskly to the back of the store room, grabbed a wand box off of the shelf, and handed it to Harry.

"This is Acacia, 11 inches, Dragon Heartstring. Just give it a wave."

Harry waved the wand, breaking an expensive looking vase in the corner of the room. He had the wand snatched out of his hand, before being handed another. "Cherry Blossom, 13 and a ½ inches, unicorn hair." Harry waved it, turning Mr. Ollivanders hair bright pink. Harry put a hand over his mouth, trying to stop himself from laughing.

The wand was snatched, and it kept on going until he had broken 18 chairs, a couple of tables, and accidentally turned the bell on the front desk into a pineapple. Ollivander sighed, and handed him another wand. "Dragon heartstring, 9 inches, Ash." Harry waved it, and a wave of sparkles ran through the air. Ollivander clapped his hands. "Brilliant! Now, that'll be 8 galleons."

September 1st, Platform 9 and ¾

Harry was standing with his family near the Hogwarts express, giving a hug to his mum, giving a goodbye hug to Violet and Daisy, and having words of encouragement whispered into his ears by his dad.

Hermione was bouncing up and down, looking forward to running through the brick wall to 9 ¾, while her parents were trying to get her to take an extra jacket and her toothbrush.

Ron was walking towards the train with Fred and George beside him, making jokes and having a good time, while trying to wave to the rest of his family.

Hannah had tears in her eyes, giving one last hug to her mum and dad.

They all got onto the train, and found themselves in a compartment together.

Hogwarts Express, on the way to Hogwarts.

Harry looked at the people around him. There was the gangly figure of a redhead with a large smile, a bushy-haired, brown eyed girl bouncing slightly in the corner of the cabin, and another blonde haired girl with hazel eyes quietly sitting in the opposite corner. They were all looking around expectantly, as if waiting for something to happen.

So Harry spoke.

"So…uh…how are we all doing today?" The red headed boy looked up from the sandwiches he was.. uh... smiling at. "I'm doing well. Mum finally got the memo I hate corned beef! So I've got a lettuce and egg sandwich! I'm Ron, by the way." The boy looked quite happy about his sandwich, so Harry didn't comment, and just nodded. Ron looked towards the bushy-haired girl sitting next to him, and she bobbed her head up and down, looking increasingly excited, as if she was about to burst.

Ron motioned with his hand towards her. "And how are you?"

Then she burst.

"I've learnt lots about Hogwarts. I can even do a couple of spells! Would you like to see?" Harry and the red headed girl in the corner of the cabin nodded expectantly, and Ron looked warily at her wand, as if were almost scared of it. The girl pointed at Ron's shoes, and almost whispered, "Reparo!"

The second hand shoes on his feet suddenly stitched themselves back together, and Ron looked at the brown-eyed girl with amazement. "Could you maybe…teach me that?" She bounced her head happily, and suddenly said, "I'm Hermione, if you wanted to know." Hermione went back to teaching Ron, and Harry shuffled over to talk to the blonde girl in the corner.

"What's your name?" He asked her quietly. She looked up at him. "Hannah…Hannah Abbot." She said softly, tears trickling quietly down her face. "Harry Potter." Harry replied back. Hannah held out her hand, and Harry shook it softly, as if it was about to break. Hannah wiped her tears again, and gave a small sniff.

Harry suddenly had a great idea to get Hannah out of her shell. "Hannah! Do you think you could do something for me?" He whispered to her. Hannah looked up from her hands. "Yes? What would you like Harry?" She said replied quietly back. "Could you tie Hermione and Ron's shoelaces together quickly?" Hannah nodded, a small mischievous smile spreading across her face. She leant down to the victims shoes, while Harry got Hermione and Ron's attention.

"Hey! Guys!" Harry said to them. Hermione looked up from her spell-work, and Ron smiled widely at Harry. Ron's clothes looked brand new, not to mention spotless! "What do you think? Hermione also taught me a cleaning spell!" Harry put his thumbs up, and Hannah climbed out from underneath Ron and Hermione.

They all turned towards the door that had just been opened. "Want something from the trolley, dears?" An older lady was waiting outside the train door with all sorts of sweets. The wizarding candy was laid carefully on the trolley, and Harry could see all his families' favourites.

Violet's favourite was Liquorice Wands, Harry's mum loved Chocolate Frogs, and his dad liked to put Bertie Botts every Flavour Beans in brownies, and other sweet things his mum ever decided to make. Harry liked Sugar Quills as well as Daisy, so they'd always fight over who got the last one.

"Could I have 3 Sugar Quills please?" The older lady nodded, and grabbed 3 packets of Sugar Quills from the trolley. "Three Sickles please." Harry fumbled around in his wallet for money, and the old lady and he exchanged the things in their hands.

Hermione suddenly spotted the word Chocolate on one of the packets, and smiled even more widely than usual. She moved forward to ask the lady for some, when she and Ron came tumbling down onto the floor. Hermione squealed, and then began laughing. Ron huffed slightly, and then burst into laughter. Hannah looked worried, and then when she realized no-one was hurt, she giggled loudly. Her laugh was clear, but bright, and Harry was rolling on the floor laughing. Even the old lady giggled slightly.

Hermione grabbed her Chocolate frogs, and then they settled down to talk for the rest of the trip.