Disclaimer I don't Own the secret garden nor do I own Harry Potter (I wish I did) this is my twist on the classic books with Harry Potter characters

in my version of the story they are a lot older with Hermione being 17 (able to do magic) and Harry and Draco 18. I won't stop with the end of the book but keep going as I want to add a romance in there (maybe) but that's only if people like what they are reading .

Hermione Granger ~ Mary Lennox
Draco Malfoy ~ Colin Craven
Harry Potter ~ Dickon Sowerby (Harry is adopted into the Weasley family in this story)
Ginny Weasley ~ Martha Sowerby
Albus Dumbledore ~ Ben Weatherstaff
Lucius Malfoy ~ Archibald Craven
Minierva McGinagall ~ Mrs. Medlock (she played her in the movie as was perfect!)
Narcissa Malfoy ~ lily Craven (dead in this like the book, but she is referred to a lot)
Severus Snape ~ Doctor Craven (he is going to be best friend to Lucius and "uncle" figure Draco)
Mrs Weasley ~ Susan Sowerby

Prologue

*Present day*

Hermione couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief as she elegantly stepped out of the extravagant car her 'Uncle' has gifted her as a Christmas present. Something she had rolled her eyes at having thought it was a little too much, but accepted when he saw how happy he looked when he presented it to her. The young adults gaze wandered over the grey, cold stone that the grand Manor house was made of, but the building was more than simply that, it was the place that held so many memories for her. Good memories, and bad memories in equal measure. All of which moulded her into the woman standing there today. A small smile flitted across her face as a warm spring breeze swirled around her, almost as if in a greeting, causing the stray hairs that had escaped from her bun to blow around happily, almost as if they were dancing happily to be back on the ground of the first place Hermione truly called home. Like every time she came back to the Manor, all the memories of her springs and summers came flooding back to her. These memories were what caused the small smile the wind caused to creep onto her face break into a mischievous smile. Hermione knew she should probably go up to the front door, inform someone in the Manor that she was there, but this was her favourite time of the year. The start of spring. There was only one thing on her mind at that moment. So instead of going up the large stone steps, she made her way around the house to enter the large gardens at the back of the Manor.

Hermione's feet seemed to almost subconsciously know where they wanted to go. They seemed to have decided that because spring had finally arrived at the Manor and because Miss Hermione had not been at the Manor since the snow covered Christmas time she needed to go the long way to her desired destination to fully appreciate the beauty that spring brought. So Hermione slowly meandered her way along the paths that twisted their way around the acres of gardens, stopping in the vegetable gardens and going into all of the orchards and flower gardens, making sure to greet every gardener and house elf she saw happily working away as she passed them.

Slowly she approached the place she had been looking forward to visiting the most, the reason she had come home. She couldn't help but lift her hand and let it trail in the long ivy covered wall as she approached the corner, letting out a small girly laugh as she did. This long walkway was familiar to her, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace as she followed the ivy covered wall, her cheeks now a lovely rosy pink colour. Like every spring, she felt like she was finding the secret doorway all over again. It was the best way to relive her teenage years.

The moment she turned the corner she instantly knew she was out of sight from anyone who was working in the gardens. Her facial expression turned from the happy, laughter to one of concentration, as she pushed her hand into the ivy until she felt the cold stone wall on the other side of it. She slowed down her place and allowed her hand to trail across said wall until she felt the familiar cold, small, copper door handle. Quickly, in one movement, without even thinking she turned the handle and pushed open the small door. With a slight creak due to its age, the wooden door opens and she hurried into what it hid behind it, closing the door behind her, looking around at one of the main reasons she always came home at the start of spring.

The garden. Her garden, was in full bloom. Everything was still as overgrown and as colourful as it had been the first spring she witnessed in her garden. She supressed a grin as she saw all the paths were clear of dirt and twigs, after winter they always got that way, something she was sure was the work of Albus, Harry or Draco, as those 3 would be the only ones to even think about something like that. She slowly made her way around her garden. Stopping only when she heard a familiar chirp from behind her. She quickly turned and let out a small tinkle of a laugh as she saw the familiar old robin standing on top of the frame of the white metal seat that had been pushed into the small cove of the garden. Hermione smiled at her old friend and slowly approached him, knowing how the old bird got with respect.

"Hello Robin. How are you? Still looking as magnificent as ever I see. May I join you?" she asked, waiting politely for the response of the old bird.

Who simply fluffed out his red chest and chirped loudly at her as if to say, "Why thank you, old friend, of course you can sit me with me. We have much to catch up on"

Hermione settled herself at the opposite end of the bench and made herself comfortable. As she looked around her garden from the seat, she could almost hear the echoes of the laughter of old memories re-surfacing. Slowly without her even noticing, she found herself drifting off to sleep, a small smile on her face as she relived her old memories.

Tell me your thoughts, thanks

Sarahx