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Around one year back…
She was late, well late according to her standards. The standards set so high that sometimes she herself found it difficult to keep up. Her bushy hair or the bane of her life, was obscuring half of her vision and with her hands full with her luggage, she had no way to push them back. With half of her field of vision, she made her way, pushing around the heavy throngs of people, her steps vibrating with excitement for the start of a new year.
It was the usual hustle bustle of the railway station, people running to and fro, some towards their work and some towards their loved ones. And some, just aimlessly strolling. Somewhere a man was shouting at the top of his lungs at someone. The perfume of various persons along with the odor of the fuel burning to power the train engines made her nose twitch.
Amidst all of this chaos, she could also make out children of her age, laughing and pushing their scarlet colored trunks, with a wide menagerie of pets perched on top of them. Their hoots and croaks, hardly audible over the din of the crowd.
And the funny thing was, no one had time to look back onto these odd assortments of people who obviously didn't fit in there. No one even turned back to look at the family of four, where two boys were fighting over a chocolate frog while their owls snoozed on the top of their trunks. No one even noticed when the above-mentioned chocolate frog made a run for its life. For merlin's sake, it was broad daylight.
She herself would have missed them if she hadn't been pushing her own scarlet colored trolley, on which her half kneazle cat, Crookskanks was dozing off. Well, that said enough about our mankind, no one had time to look apart from their own little bubble they have created. She looked at her beloved pet and smiled. Nothing disturbed that cat of hers. She had half a mind that he could sleep even in the middle of a war. And the other half of her mind scoffed that, he probably would be the mastermind behind the above-said war.
"Hermione? Sweetheart is it time already, are we late, will you be able to catch your train?" Her mother fired, back to back questions on her way.
Her mother was always worried about her fitting into the world, which didn't see her as her own. An absolutely normal dentist couple from a quiet suburban never in their wildest dreams thought that their only daughter would turn out to be a witch. So it was quite typical of them to worry about her. And sometime in bouts of doubts, she believed it too. She believed herself to be less than those who called themselves pureblood.
Because she didn't fit in either of her two worlds. At times, she felt like, she had each one of her legs in two separate boats, and you probably know how that ends.
Maybe this was what that drove her to strive for perfection. This was what propelled her to take as many subjects as humanly possible and sometimes inhumanly too. Well, what was the point of being a witch, if she can't play a bit around with time? So she worked hard, harder than anyone else. So that no one would dare to question her presence there.
Or perhaps she was a just genius to boot. Who cared about it anyway?
"Calm down mom, there is time, but we should hurry up anyway. We don't want to be late."
"You go ahead Mione, your dad and I will follow you back into your little station." There. There was the condescending tone that often her parents adopted, around her when anything related to her other life came up. As if her being a witch was some kind of a phase. Like the phase, where teenagers grow out of their gothic phase or the emo phase. And she has never held a grudge against them. Well, unless and until you have experienced the wonders of the magic world you could never understand. The feel of the power surging through your wand was indescribable. So she tried to ignore.
Trying not to dwell on these disheartening thoughts, she walked lazily as if it was a common thing for her to run into an apparently perfect solid wall, in between the platform 9 and 10.
And before she could run into the said wall, for the first time she paused and took a breath.
She closed her eyes and she did something that she had never done before.
She wished for something magical to happen, which was a weird irony in itself with context to where she was going.
She wished for, this year to go differently.
She wished that this year a certain psychotic murderer gave them all a break.
She wished someone would notice her other than the girl whose assignment they cheated off from.
She wished, that this year she would… fall in love. She wanted to feel how that elusive feeling felt like. If that word, actually lived up to the hype it created.
She wanted to blush, to steal glances and to have that feeling where hundreds of Hippogriffs stomped in her stomach leaving her gasping for breath.
She wished to be loved, she wished to be someone's whole world.
Little did she know that up above someone caught the last line of her wish list.
And when all that was said and done, with a faint beginning of smile Hermione Granger ran into the said wall… to emerge out onto the other half of her world.
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