(A/N) Welcome back loyal readers to another chapter of Harry Potter HSS. I would like to thank all the reviews and favorites I received since the last chapter. I would also like to apologize to one reader, Nyeste. While I do not regret flaming back I do regret not realizing the valid points he did make. The Goblins were a proud and noble warrior race, I forgot. But in my version of Harry Potter, they are sneaky and prefer more guerrilla warfare. The thing about Arthur and Excalibur, that's just off canon for my story. And I looked back at my previous chapters, I can see how it looks like they are fawning over Harry, but in my eyes I see it as someone thanking another person for a compliment. Other than that, I am again sorry Nyeste for blowing up on ya. Onward to answering questions.
Lothynagul, thanks for the review. Yes, they only meant the 'no charge' towards the shelves and such for the library. In this chapter I answer that question, when I should have done so in the last chapter. As for Hedwig, only time will tell. Fury074, thanks for the review. I know I said Hagrid was twelve feet tall or more, but it was more of an exaggerated guess from a young boy. Though thanks for letting me know his actual height, and for the wording errors in chapter 4 and 5 it has been fixed. The Hermit, thanks for the review. I'm sorry that you find the use of names rather than personal pronouns annoying, but that's just how I write, sorry. IronLad, really really thanks for the review. You made me realize why I subconsciously hated, actually disliked, the last two books. I never found them to be cannon with the rest of the books, and no he doesn't end up with Ginny. Friends yes, lovers no. Little-bast, thanks for the review. To answer some things from your review, everyone will get their just desserts don't worry. About Hagrid, he didn't know that Harry wanted to keep his location a secret, he was never told this. Harry's parents didn't mention Sirius Black because they didn't feel the need to. They did talk about him when James reminisced but nothing further. Their memories are accurate up to before they were murdered, they would have no knowledge of the betrayal. I have something special planned for Harry in year two about his 'emancipation' though I don't know how far I'm going to take it. Thanks to everyone else who reviewed. Also, this is the chapter that many of you have been waiting for. As you probably know by the title of the chapter, we finally get to meet our favorite little bookworm. I played things out a little differently from Leonineus' story in order to explain a few things. Oh, I have also placed some spells in this chapter that I have created myself as well as one's J. created. Which reminds me, I don't own Harry Potter, I only own the things I create after the fact. This universe is mine (originally Leonineus' I'm just borrowing it).
Vulnera Sanentur: This is not mine, it originally is used to heal Sectumsempra, but I modified it slightly to be able to heal cuts if the caster is strong enough.
Ossa Sanentur: This is one of mine as a variation of the first. Ossa, from the latin Ossis, meaning bone. This is used to mend minor broken bones, not major ones. Sanentur, meaning to be healed.
Macula Irae: This is one of mine, it is the spell Harry uses to brand the boys in this chapter. Macula, meaning blemish, and Irae, meaning of wrath, together it's literally blemish of wrath or hate tattoo.
I think that's it. I'll define my spells and possible normal spells in the beginning of the chapter. If you don't like my large openings let me know and I'll try to cut them short, but I do like to answer questions, I have an inner Hermione. Read on.
It was the morning after Harry's birthday when he received some interesting news. He was heading up to his room after his morning run when Annette stopped him. He turned around and headed towards the bar. Annette gestured to an envelope that was lying on the bar table. Harry, curious, walked over and read the front of the envelope. His eyes lit up when he finished.
Harry Potter,
Room 3 of The Leaky Cauldron
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"My letter finally came?"
"It looks like it." Annette smiled as she continued to clean some mugs the muggle way. "I already sent your reply that you were going yesterday but didn't want to overwhelm you at the party."
"Thanks for letting me know Aunt Annette."
"Just make sure you do your best when you go, and read that letter. It tells you what you need to purchase for your school year."
Harry was halfway up the stairs when he remembered his letter. He was so excited that he forgot it. He summoned Erwydd from his holster and pointed it towards his letter.
"Accio letter." Harry flicked his wand towards the letter, which caused it to fly towards him. He caught the letter with his free hand and replaced Erwydd in his holster. Annette shook her head as Harry raced upstairs. He ran into his room and plopped down on his bed.
"Hedwig look, my letter from Hogwarts finally came."
"Well go on, open it, and read it."
Harry tore open the envelope as Hedwig told him to. He pulled out two sheets of parchment paper. He noticed the same emerald green ink from the face of the envelope. He looked the envelope over once more. He saw that the ink setting that he tore had an image of a lion, snake, eagle, and a badger on it. He placed the envelope back down and opened the letter.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"July thirty first, we better send your response."
"If you wouldn't mind taking it, I'll get my response ready."
"Who else would you even think of sending?"
"I was just trying to rile you up love." Harry quickly wrote out his acceptance reply and attached the letter to Hedwig's outstretched leg.
"Mr. Potter, flattery…"
"Will get me everywhere, right?" Harry smiled as Hedwig shook her head. He then opened the window and watched her fly out in the distance. He sat there until he could no longer see Hedwig, even with his magnified vision from his contact lenses. Harry smiled contentedly as he walked back downstairs.
"So, what do you need for your first year?" Annette asked from behind the counter.
"For my first year?"
"You did read the second half of the letter didn't you?"
Harry pulled the letter out of his pocket and flipped to the second page. He slowly read the contents aloud so that Annette could hear as well.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Uniform:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (Black)
2. One plain pointed hat (Black) for daywear.
3. One pair of protective gloves (Dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (Black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothing should carry nametags.
Course Books:
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginners guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment:
One wand
One cauldron (Pewter, Standard Size 2)
One set of glass or crystal phials
One telescope
One set of brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.
"Well then, you need to get started with that list."
"I've already got my wand and my familiar. That takes care of those two, so I just need to pick up the rest."
"Have you put any more thought into what you want the other compartments in your trunk to be?"
"Not really, I was hoping to set them up once I figured out what I might use them for."
"You already have one set up as a library, right?"
"Yeah, that was done a few weeks ago at my party."
"Well, maybe you should set one up for your clothes."
"I'm not going to get a mountain of clothes Aunt Annette."
"I wasn't suggesting that you were, but it wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Maybe your right, at least I have two months to decide."
"You have one month."
"What? One month?"
"Well it's nearly the end of July and school starts on the first of September."
"Bloody hell, your right, I really need to get started."
Harry spent the following weeks collecting the items that he would need to retrofit his trunk into a livable place. He changed the first compartment into a living area. The second compartment housed all of his clothing. The third was his library. The fourth compartment was turned into a training area. The fifth compartment would later be used to practice flying on his broom whenever he wished for it. The sixth compartment was turned into a place of Zen. Harry decided to leave the seventh compartment bare. He couldn't think of anything to use it for now.
Once the task of customizing his trunk had finished Harry headed out the door. He walked briskly towards Flourish and Blotts. He entered the store with a clang from the doors bell. The two owners looked up, and when they saw Harry enter, they smiled. Harry smiled back and walked up to the two men.
"Good evening Mr. Deadman, here for more books I presume."
"You know me all too well Mr. Flourish. I'm also here to pay you for the books you gave me at my party." Mr. Flourish smiled as he accepted the payment from Harry. Harry paid his debt using a small pouch outfitted with a weak bottomless charm filled with the necessary amount of gold.
"Now, which books shall you need this time?"
"Well as I just turned eleven I was thinking of my school books." Harry said this with a smile as he showed the two men his acceptance letter.
"Congratulations dear boy, Hogwarts is a fine place to learn." Mr. Flourish took the letter with a smile.
"One of the best, if I do say so myself." Mr. Blotts looked over Mr. Flourish's shoulder to see the books that Harry would need.
"I just wanted to thank you both one more time for the library addition."
"It was no trouble at all, though we do expect your business to remain with us from now on." Mr. Flourish said this with a wry smile.
"Oh most definitely, in fact I was wondering if there was any way that I could get something like a subscription to your store."
"For what exactly?"
"Well, if you were to get any new books in stock that I don't have. I was wondering if I could purchase them and have you send them my way. Though only if I'm at school or away from Diagon Alley at the time, though."
"I suppose we could fashion something together for our favorite customer."
"Excellent, now about the books on the list. I would much like to get started on them while I still have time."
"It looks like you have a couple of these already but I'll grab the rest for you."
Mr. Blotts rummaged through the shelves for a few minutes before returning with about half the books on the list.
"Those are the ones that I was missing?"
"I'm surprised you didn't already know which books you had."
"I've only had a couple of weeks to read them. I'm not that fast of a reader."
"Well, how many books did you get through?"
"Only a couple of shelves."
"Exactly how many?" The shopkeepers looked at Harry with smiles as Harry shuffled his feet in thought.
"Maybe about thirty, closer to forty."
"That's the spirit lad, just skip to the ones on the list and you'll be ready for anything they throw at you in that school of yours."
"Maybe I should read the other years as well."
"Did you want us to get you those books as well?"
"That would be perfect if you could."
Mr. Blotts laughed as he returned with another pile of books. "That'll be forty seven Galleons, twelve Sickles, and twenty Knuts."
"Here's fifty galleons, keep the change."
Harry took his trunk off his chain and enlarged it. He opened the third compartment and had Mr. Flourish send the books flying towards empty spaces on the shelves. He thanked the both of them before leaving for the other shops in the alley. He would save Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions for the few days before school in case he grew in the month between the dates. Once he had purchased the rest of his supplies, he finally found a use for the seventh compartment. He had Phil equip his seventh compartment with seven sets of storage units. He began to fill the first with his first year's supplies and made notes of the books for the seven years in all of the sections.
Once his trip was completed, Harry settled down into his normal routine. This consisted of working out in the morning before dawn. For the rest of the day he would read his books and practice spell work until dusk. From then he would talk to Hedwig and his parents about how his day was and what he was expecting from Hogwarts. He naturally included Annette and Tom, his new aunt and uncle, in these conversations. Harry's parents were glad that Annette and Tom took Harry in. Soon July turned to August, which slowly crawled to an end. It was September first, when Harry decided it was finally time to gather his robes for his journey to school.
Harry woke up very early that morning. He did this so that he would have enough time to get his robes before returning to the Leaky Cauldron for breakfast. Afterwards he was to leave for the Hogwarts Express. When Harry dressed for the day, which included his full set of basilisk clothing and dragon hide cloak, he decided that he was finally ready to proceed into Diagon Alley without the aid of his glamour charms. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, the normal amount of heads turned to see the newcomer in the bar. Instead of turning back, the morning crowd dropped what they were doing and clamored around Harry.
Harry was expecting something to happen when they caught sight of his scar, but this was ridiculous. People were lining up to shake his hand, or even just to talk to him. Harry felt like a celebrity at Hollywood with all the people surrounding him. He laughed to himself as he remembered that he was somewhat of a celebrity. Though he was slightly annoyed by the mob, he didn't make a terrible scene of it.
"Doris Crockford, so wonderful to finally meet you."
"The name's Dedalus Diggle, it's an honor."
Harry was subjected to this for about five minutes before Annette walked over and shooed them off. Harry smiled his thanks to his aunt as he left the bar. He walked quickly through the alley with his hood up careful not to look at anyone. He noticed a few heads turn his way through his peripheral vision. The people craned their heads to see if they could get a better view but Harry was already far gone from their vision. Harry turned towards Madam Malkin's shop and reached for the handle. Before he could open it, the door was pulled from the other side by a small, thin boy with slicked blond hair.
"Stupid people don't even know how to get my measurements correct." The boy bumped past Harry without as much as a backward glance.
Harry turned around and summoned his wand from his holster. He cast a minor tripping jinx causing the boy to fall into a pile of dragon dung. Before the boy could recover and look back, Harry walked quickly into the store. Harry saw that the store looked as if a tornado recently blew through. He saw the owner desperately trying to lift a rack of heavy cloaks off her assistant.
"Stupid boy thinks he owns the entire world. Honestly if I could I would have hexed that boy."
"Don't worry I did that for you. I made him fall into a pile of dragon dung. Do you need a hand?"
"Yes please, I can't lift this by myself and I'm afraid my assistant may have broken something."
"Honestly it's not that bad, though I do want a breath of fresh air." Harry heard the assistant call from under the cloaks.
Harry smiled as he walked over and lifted the heavy rack off the assistant with one arm. He stood the rack upright before looking around at the rest of the store. It would take a while but he didn't appreciate other people destroying things that aren't theirs.
"Let's get this place cleaned up, shall we?" Harry ran his hand through his hair to wipe the slight dampness of sweat from his forehead. He regretted it almost as soon as he did it. He saw the two witches in front of him gasp as they saw the scar on his forehead.
"You're Harry Potter aren't you?"
"Yeah, but I don't like to make a big deal out of it. I don't even remember what happened. However, I do know that your store is in desperate need of cleaning. Shall we get to it then?"
The two owners nodded and proceeded to tidy up the store with Harry's help. It nearly took two hours but the store was finally in working order. Afterwards, Harry had himself fitted for new robes and left the store with a smile and a wave after paying for a few sets of robes.
Harry spent the rest of the morning with Annette and Tom eating breakfast. He told them about the boy he met, then what he did to Madam Malkin's shop. They were proud for him standing up for himself after he told them what he did to the boy. The part about the dragon dung made them laugh for a few minutes before continuing their breakfast. When Harry finished eating he looked up at the clock, it was nearing nine o'clock.
"Is that the time? I had better get going if I don't want to be late."
"Harry you still have two hours before the train leaves."
"I want to get an empty compartment near the back so that I don't have to deal with people ogling my scar."
"Alright then, do you have everything?"
"I've got my armor, my sword, my wand, my dagger, and my cloak. I'll be carrying Erwydd as a staff for the time being and Hedwig should be around here somewhere."
"Do you have your trunk full of your things?"
"Yeah it's hanging on this chain along with the key."
"Well then good luck, and do your best." Annette bent down and gave Harry a nice big hug. When she finished she gave him a quick kiss on his forehead.
"Try not to get into too much trouble while your there." Tom merely ruffled Harry's already messy hair.
"I will, thanks again for everything."
"Hurry along now."
Harry emerged from the secret entrance to platform nine and three quarters at Charing Cross Station soon after he left the bar. He asked his familiar to find him an empty compartment and wait for him there. Hedwig nodded then flew away towards the train. Harry then took in the sights of platform nine and three quarters. He stood in awe as he gazed upon the scarlet steam engine that would soon transport him to Hogwarts. He looked around and saw a wide variety of students and their families. He saw a boy with black dreadlocks holding a box that had something with a long hairy leg in it. Then he saw a large group of redheads, obviously from the same family. The mother was busy trying to clean the youngest boy's nose with a small handkerchief. Harry was about to walk forward when someone bumped into him. He looked down and saw a small girl with similar red hair rubbing her nose as she sat on the ground.
"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Neither was I, I should be the one to apologize."
Harry offered the small girl a hand to get up. When she saw who he was, she gave a small squeal and ran back to her family. Harry stood there with a confused look on his face. He pulled back his hood and rubbed a hand through his hair with a sigh. He barely heard the girl talking to her mother.
"Mom, it's true, I really did see him. He's right there, it's Harry Potter."
Harry saw six heads immediately whip towards him. The oldest son strutted over as if he owned the station. Harry scowled slightly as the boy extended a hand.
"Good day Mr. Potter, my name is Percival Weasley. You'd be sure to remember that name when I become the next Minister of Magic, only if Cornelius Fudge retires of course."
Harry begrudgingly shook the boy's hand. He made his point of disliking him by squeezing a little hard during the shake. Percy withdrew his hand immediately and stretched it out a little bit, as if he was trying to stretch away the pain.
"Sorry about that, I guess I don't know my own strength. The pain should go away in a little bit, I didn't squeeze too hard." Percy nodded curtly as he slinked back to his mother.
Next up was a pair of twins. He smiled as he saw the carefree looks in their faces. He saw a devilish brilliance behind their eyes but not a willingness to flaunt it.
"Hello there Harry, my names Fred and this here's George."
"I thought I was Fred and you were George."
"Well we can't both be Fred and George."
"Then how will we know who's who?"
"Let's ask Harry here to decide."
"Good idea my mirror like friend," The two boys looked towards Harry expectantly.
Harry merely extended his hand with a smile. "Hello there Gred, Forge."
The twins looked back towards one another.
"Brilliant, simply brilliant."
"Couldn't have said it better myself."
The two boys shook Harry's hand with a promise to go easy on him with pranks during his first year. Harry laughed and nodded as the two boys left to join their mother. The youngest brother looked slightly angry and didn't even walk over to him. The little girl blushed and hid behind her mother when Harry smiled at her. Harry laughed silently to himself as he watched the family of redheads walk off towards the train.
At that very moment, a young girl with long, bushy brown hair had walked through the gate to platform nine and three quarters. She was accompanied by her two parents, obviously muggle by the way they dressed. She was holding her mother's hand as her father pulled the trolley with her trunk on it. She was staring, with a wide grin, at everything as they walked by. She couldn't conceal her excitement.
Her father and mother looked very ordinary when compared to the wizards and witches on the platform. Her father was wearing a blue sweater with a brown sweater vest over it. He had a red tie and black slacks. His wife was wearing a pink blouse with a brown knee length skirt. Both were wearing small gold glasses. Her father had short black hair, while her mother had shoulder length brown hair. When they reached the train they both knelt down and gave their daughter one last hug before they had to leave.
"Oh sweetie, we're so sorry that we have to leave without seeing you off."
"It's okay mum, I know how busy you and dad are."
"Don't think this means we don't want you to write us though."
"Of course not daddy, I'll be sure to send you letters as often as I can."
"One more thing dear, and this is very important."
The brown haired girl looked puzzled as she stared at her parents.
"Do try to make friends at this school. We know how important it is to study, but it is also important to make friends too."
"I know mum, I'll make loads of friends, I promise." The girl hugged her parents one last time before she took her trolley from her dad. "Bye mum, bye dad."
"Goodbye sweetie, study hard and make the top score."
"Goodbye Hermione, make sure you make all the boys swoon over you." Hermione's father earned a glare from both the women of his family for this comment.
Though Hermione was embarrassed by her father's last comment she smiled as she waved goodbye to them. She took a deep breath then turned towards the train. She walked towards the door when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She looked over to see a boy, with a staff and black hair, staring at her from across the platform. She couldn't help but think that she had seen this boy before. She was about to go over to him when she realized that she was still carrying her large trunk. She decided to put her things away before investigating the boy.
She pulled her trolley over to the stairs leading into the train car when she noticed something. The steps were rather high, and her trunk was rather heavy. She tried to lift the trunk herself for a few minutes before she gave up. She was beginning to wish that her father were here to help her with her trunk. She realized that she was already missing her parents. She was about to turn and ask one of the train hands for help when she saw that none were around. How can a train this large be run with no train hands?
"Look what we have here, an ickle firstie with no one to help her with her things."
"Yeah firstie, where're your parents?"
Hermione turned around to see a group of five older boys flanking her. "If you must know, they're dentists and had to return to their practice as they are very busy."
"Well what do you know, we have ourselves a mudblood firstie to boot."
"Shall we teach her how she should act in front of her superiors?"
"I think we shall."
The boys then proceeded to beat the little girl to the ground. Hermione quickly curled up into a fetal position, to try to guard against the beating. Two of the boys opened her trunk and started to rip her books to shreds. She lay there crying from the pain hoping beyond hope that someone would come to her rescue. Her prayers were soon answered.
Minutes earlier, Harry started to head towards the train when he felt something stir in his gut. He turned to his right to see a brown haired girl walk towards the train with her parent. He suddenly thought of the dream he had been having for countless nights. This girl had to be the brunette from his dreams. There was no mistaking it. He watched her as her parents hugged her and then left. He then noticed her look over at him but he couldn't look away. Then he saw the five boys walk up to her and proceed to berate and assault her.
"Hey, leave her alone!" Harry found himself shouting while running over to the altercation. He was surprised that no one seemed to either notice or bother to stop the group from beating a helpless girl.
"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it? Wave your little stick at us maybe?"
Hermione weakly looked up at her savior to see that it was the boy she had seen before. She thought of a dream that she had been having recently, a dream of flying through the clouds next to this boy. Her head fell back to the stone floor as her strength left her body.
"I'll do more than 'wave my little stick' around."
"What can one little firstie like yourself, do against five fifth years?"
"I can kick all of your ruddy asses for starters!"
Harry shrunk his staff to wand size while simultaneously placing it in its holster. He then jumped towards the boy in the center with a knee outstretched. His knee made solid contact with the boys chin causing a tooth to fall to the ground. The other four stared in disbelief at their so-called leader. Harry then did a sweeping kick causing the two closest underlings to fall to the ground. The remaining two finally came to their senses and rushed Harry. Harry stepped back and let the two boys ram their heads into each other. He then pulled out his wand and performed a small hex that he invented.
"Macula Irae," Harry jabbed his wand towards the boys causing the word 'BIGOT' to tattoo themselves onto their foreheads.
The boys quickly got up and ran to their respective parents. Harry laughed, as he knew that the tattoos had no way of being removed. They would remain that way for the rest of their lives. With the threat of the boys gone Harry turned his attention to the girl he had just saved. She was bleeding pretty badly and he was sure she had broken bones.
"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I have to check if you have broken bones." Harry said this as softly as he could to reassure her safety.
Harry then gently pressed his hand against her arms, legs, and then chest. He found that she had numerous broken bones. He wouldn't be able to help her so he flicked his wand, causing her things to fly back into her trunk. Afterwards he shrunk the trunk down and placed it in his pocket. He then lifted the girl into his arms and walked onto the train. The girl grabbed onto Harry's shirt as hard as she could and began to sob into his chest. Harry walked to the very back of the train and placed Hermione, as gently as he could, onto a seat in the last compartment.
"Just relax, the bad men are gone and can't hurt you anymore. I'm going to make the pain go away now, okay?" Harry was relieved when he saw her slowly nod her head.
Harry pulled his trunk off his silver necklace and placed it on the ground. "Engorgio," the trunk expanded to its normal size. Harry then pulled out his key and opened the seventh compartment. "Accio Delinium," once said, a small vial containing a translucent blue liquid flew from the trunk into Harry's hand.
"Here drink this. It will make the pain go away."
Harry uncorked the vial. He then gently lifted Hermione's head and slowly poured the contents into her mouth. She slowly swallowed the blue liquid. Harry breathed another sigh of relief as the pained look disappeared from Hermione's face. Harry then proceeded to heal her wounds.
"Even with the potion, this might hurt a little bit."
Harry slowly slid his wand over Hermione's wounds. As he did this, he chanted one phrase repeatedly, "Vulnera Sanentur." He smiled as he saw the visible cuts start to mend themselves. Once finished he started to chant another spell as he slid his wand over Hermione, "Ossa Sanentur." Harry moved his right hand behind his wand, making a mental note of the bones that were and were not healing. He was thankful that the breaks were minor and he could heal them all. Once he was finished, all that remained was a small girl with torn clothing and a trunk full of ruined belongings. Harry fixed this with a quick "Reparo." Harry smiled as he saw Hermione open her eyes.
"How are you feeling?" Before he could get an answer, Hermione threw her arms around him. "I take that as a good sign."
Hermione made a small squeak noise as she pulled away from Harry, "Sorry."
"It's quite alright, you were obviously scared."
"How come no one came to help me other than you?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to have a stern talking to the headmaster about it."
"You don't need to do that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, besides I'm used to that."
"You're used to people nearly killing you?"
"Well no not that, just the negative attitude."
"Well now, I'll have to fix that."
Harry sat down next to Hermione and placed his arm around her shoulders. Hermione blushed as Harry pulled her close in a one-arm hug.
"What are you doing?"
"This is a testament to our new found friendship. Let it be known that we will never separate."
"Are you totally serious right now?"
"Do you not want to be friends?"
"Well I would like to be friends. Though, you are acting a little weird about it."
"Fine then," Harry pulled his arm away from Hermione and stood up in front of her with a hand outstretched. "How about we just shake on it then?"
"I guess so," Hermione tentatively reached out her hand and shook Harry's hand. She couldn't help but smile when she saw Harry smile.
"There, now we are friends."
"You're very weird. You know that right?"
"I like to call it, adventurous with a hint of outgoing."
"You know, I don't even know your name."
"I don't know your name either."
"My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger."
"I'm Harry Potter."
"You mean Harry Potter, as in the Harry Potter."
Harry pulled aside his bangs to reveal his lightning bolt scar. "Yeah, but I don't like being famous for something I don't remember doing. Besides, have you heard of the things those Harry Potter groupies do?"
"No, what do they do?"
"I don't know. That's why I asked you."
They both laughed as Harry set Hermione's trunk on the ground. "Engorgio," Hermione's eyes went wide when he did this.
"That's a fourth year spell."
"Yeah I know, it's just something I picked up because it was useful. I fixed all of your things by the way." Harry then hefted Hermione's trunk onto the railing above her seat.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it, it was the least I could do." Harry then pulled his trunk over and closed the lid after Hermione snuck a glance at the contents. He then reinserted the key into the third lock and opened the lid once more. Hermione snuck another glance, this time noticing the large library inside the small trunk.
"Wow, what charms are on that trunk?"
"Let's see," Harry held his hand to his chin in thought. "There is a space altering spell, which allows me to change which area I open depending on which lock I put this key into. Then there are three very nice charms on it. They allow me to do so much with it. One is a bottomless charm. It allows the compartment to be as big as I want it to be. The second is a feather light charm. This allows it to weigh about as much as a small stone. The last is a cleanliness and order charm. It keeps everything tidy, and in order, if I were to tip it upside down."
"That's amazing."
"Want something to read? I think this train ride is supposed to last all the way until nightfall."
"What books do you have?"
Harry pulled out a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One. "Just ask for one and I either have it, or I can get it."
"You're already reading the course spell book?"
"Rereading it is more like it. It doesn't hurt to be prepared. I've actually read all of them at least once."
"I thought I was the only one who read the school books. Do you perchance have another copy of it?" Hermione didn't want to bother Harry into getting her copy of the book.
"No, but we can read it together if you want."
Hermione blushed then slowly nodded her head. Harry smiled and sat down next to Hermione. Hermione was thrilled that she finally found a friend that shared her interest in learning. She felt that she could finally go to school without feeling alone in a sea of students. She leaned her head over and read the book with Harry. Harry smiled as he saw Hermione glance up at him every now and then indicating that she had already finished the page. The wait for the train to start was absent from both of their minds.
(A/N) Pretty exciting stuff eh? Harry comes to Hermione's rescue and beat the crap out of those idiot boys. Friendship ensues as well as comedy. I hope to play Harry off as a character with both a serious side and a comedic side. But we have finally seen our little brunette and all her glory. -squeals with delight- ... okay I didn't actually squeal but I thought about it, honestly. Read and Review, and as always, good morning good evening and good night. This is Kunaiswarm, signing off. Ciao.
