It's quite different being a witch and all, but I kind of like to be 'special', and then there is the whole magic thing, too. It's not all excitement though; the new school thing is strange. I grew up with non- magical people and now I'm going to go to school with all magical people. It's just… a change, a big change. All of the other kids probably already know so many things about the magical world and I know so little.
I was made fun of in school because I was what some people would call a 'teacher's pet'. I really wasn't though! I swear I was just good at school so some of the kids wouldn't want to hang out with me so I clung to the teachers because they were the only ones I had.
What if that does happen? What if I make no friends whatsoever? Or even worse, what if I'm no good at magic and have no friends? I really need to stop worrying, I've always worried about anything and everything. It's quite sad really, worrying about things that you know are never going to happen. I just wish that I could be normal, either that or find someone like me, exactly like me. You never know maybe I act like a true wizard. On the other hand, I could be acting like a little freak in the wizarding world, just like I am in the real world. Now, I don't think Hogwarts is going to be as fun as I thought it was going to be.
X
"You are going to be fine, you have nothing to worry about," my parents try to reassure me on our way to Kings Cross Station where I'm going to be dropped off on a train and left alone to fend for myself.
"Easy for you to say! You're not the one going away to start a new school," I'm going to Hogwarts, for the first time ever. I don't think I have ever been more scared in my entire life. "I really don't understand why you're making me go; you told me that they don't even teach real classes there!"
"Of course they don't, if they did than it wouldn't be a school for the magical," my mother had to practically shout because it was so loud in the train station.
"Here we re, do you want to go with her?" my father asks my mother. At an odd place, too. He just stopped at platform nine and oddly, so did my mother.
"I will surely go with her," my mother responded patting me on the back. "Okay, Hermione, what I need you to do is run at that wall," she said pointing to the wall that designated that it was platform nine.
"Are you on drugs?" I asked looking up to her.
"Oh no," she chuckled. "Just go, I will be right behind you the entire time.
"O- Okay…" is the only thing that I can think of saying because what she's telling me to do is ridiculous. She is going to make me look like a fool in a train station full of people. So much for going the first ten minutes without embarrassing myself. "Where am I?"
"This is platform nine and three- quarters," my mother says from behind me. I can feel smile forming across her face. While in front of me there is a huge train with a bunch of what looks like to be parents along the pathway next to the train waving to the children.
"It's amazing," I tell my mother as she walks along the train with me. It's so huge, and that's the only way I can think of describing it. It's rather amazing, really.
"Okay, Hermione, you best get going, don't want to miss the train," she tells me while kneeling on the ground to be my height.
"Mom, can I ask you something?"
"It better be quick, darling, you don't have much time."
"Why did you wait until now to tell me that I'm a witch? Why didn't you tell me when I was younger so I could learn some spells and things like that?"
"I knew this question was going to come up at one point or another," she begins. "Well, you see, Hermione, you're going to meet some people while you're away who knew they were wizards and who grew up using magic. Some of them will be nice, and some of them will be awfully mean because they think that they are better than everybody else. Your father and I didn't want to take that chance with you, so we thought that it was best to keep it hidden until we had to tell you. Now then, I want you to go on that train and be the brightest person you can be and I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends."
"Of course I will," I know that those words came out of my mouth, but they were not what I was thinking. The only thing I knew how to do was schoolwork, and I don't think that I can change my ways now.
"I knew you could," my mother says giving me a hug. "Well you really do need to go. I love you!' she shouts to me as I get on the train. Once I'm successfully on it, I look out a window and wave to my mother to let her know that I'm alright.
The inside of the train looks like any other, except this one is full of kids. I soon find out that I need to find a place to sit, and I mentally tell myself to break out of my shell and go sit with someone that I don't know which is everybody. After looking for a few minutes I find that red headed boy that I spotted at Diagon Alley talking to a different boy. Well, here goes nothing.
"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, mind if I sit here?" I say pointing down to the seat next to the red haired boy.
"Um, I don't think so…" the red head told me.
"Ron, of course she can sit there!" the boy across from us said. He seems rather nice now that I look at him, and his green eyes were wonderful, they were amazing.
"But Harry!" Ron said to the boy with black hair, whose name is Harry I'm going to assume. I take the seat farthest away from Ron since he seemed to not like me very much.
"Oh, Ron, will you quite complaining? I swear she's not going to bite you. You're not going to bite him, right?" Harry asks me. I like his sense of humor.
"Oh, no," I laugh back. Why can't Ron like me? I've only been here for ten minutes and already someone doesn't like me.
"Well, I'm Harry, nice to meet you."
"Not just Harry, he's Harry Potter," Ron says looking very pleased with himself for knowing that about Harry.
"Really?" I ask, because to be quite honest, I don't know what this means.
"Really," Ron continues. "I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasly."
"Pleased to meet you," I say back to him, but I'm not quite sure if I am pleased to meet him, because he seems rather rude, to me at least.
"Anyway," Ron starts again, he does talk a lot. "Where you from, Hermione?"
"England."
"Really? I never would've guessed!"
"You don't have to be rude, you know. I'm sorry, I just met you and I don't feel very comfortable giving you that kind of information."
"Well fine, Me. Bossy."
"Wow, are we really in the third grade again?"
"Ron, leave her alone!" Harry yells at Ron. "Really, he doesn't usually act like this, I swear. And it was rather strange question to ask someone you have just met. Really, Ron, what has gotten into you?" I hardly hear Ron's answer because we are getting off the train and started to follow this extremely large man towards a lake.
"If you ask me something's not right about that girl, Harry."
X
Once we enter what I think is called the Great Hall, my mouth drops. It's even more amazing than Diagon Alley! I don't get very much time to look at it though, because a woman in a pointed hat called is into what looked to be the largest dining room that I, and by the looks on other people's faces, had ever seen.
The Sorting Hat. It's purely amazing; it takes you, and scans your brain to find out which house fits you the best. It's not out of two, but four houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Gryffindor. Hufflepuff is a rather modest and humble house, so you don't really hear very much about them. Ravenclaw's a very smart ones and aren't afraid to show it. Then there's Slytherin and Gryffindor, from what I know they are rival houses. One being the nicest house and one being the meanest. I saw a blond haired boy get sorted into Slytherin, so I know think I'm rather sure right that Slytherin is the evil house.
"Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat shouts after some though of where to place me. It told me that whatever house I was sorted into would determine my destiny. I'm kind of scared though, for the Sorting Hat was considering placing me in Slytherin.
I would have felt so awkward being in that house, I may not know fully where I belong, but what I do know is that I don't belong in Slytherin, and that's a fact.
Anyway, when I walk over to the Gryffindor table I see that Harry gets very excited, but Ron just sits there and barely claps. I really do not know what I did to make him hate me. Maybe he wanted alone time with Harry Potter? After the Sorting Hat Ceremony we are all supposed to go back to our Common Rooms, while we were on our way there we passed the Slytherins.
"Watch where you're going, dumb Gryffindor," the blond boy that I've been seeing more and more of lately said to me when he bumped into me. Now that I can actually see his features I realize that he has wonderful grey eyes, they actually made me speechless, which is something that is very hard to do.
"Huh, figures, if I had to guess I'd say that you were a Mudblood," he told me walking away.
"Don't mind him, he's always like that," Ron told me, and perhaps it was the nicest thing he has ever said to me.
"Oh, it's fine; just tell me, Ron, what's a Mudblood?"
"A Mudblood is a witch or wizard that has one Muggle parent and one magical parent, that Malfoy hates anyone who isn't a pure blood… while he's more like pure evil."
"Oh, thanks," I tell him very quietly. "Well, I must go to bed."
"Night."
"Good night, Hermione!" Harry yells across the room when he hears that I'm going to bed.
X
I can't sleep, I keep thinking about that blond hair, and what he called me. What if all wizards hate Mudbloods? What if I don't fit in here just like I didn't back in the real world?
What if this life is just going to be a repeat of the last?