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Summary:

Once upon a time, there was a happy family. That's how most stories start, right?

Not this one.

They have had it hard, even from the beginning. The clever girl was disowned upon hearing news. The young boy had lost his parents at such a young age. The man was never liked within his family, he had lost his best friends, and was framed.

And what if they all met? Could they be a family? Could they make it work? It would be very different, but they would be family.

A/U: eventual Fremione and Hinny, Fred does NOT die, Remus and Tonks also do not die. Sirius is able to run free later on, and lives.

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, JKR does. But I do not support her in any way. I am only writing a fan fiction based off her works. All credits to her, but again, I do not support her.

Chapter 1

It was a warm, August day, and young Hermione Granger was gaping at each building she could see. She walked very slowly, taking her time as she walked down the street of Diagon Alley.

The place was new to her, as was everything around the girl. She had just recently been introduced to this world of magic, yes, magic, although she had been informed about it the year before.

The day after Hermione turned eleven, an elderly woman appeared at her family's door. She looked like no other lady Hermione had ever seen, for she was wearing a green cloak and a black, pointy hat, and it looked very similar to the ones others would wear on Halloween. The lady, who introduced herself as Minerva McGonagall, had stepped into the Granger's residence, and discussed a topic with the family.

That was magic.

She had let the Granger's, Hermione, more specifically, know that their daughter was indeed a witch. Hermione had had her doubts at first, but as Minerva continued with her information, she believed it. There had been times where something out of the ordinary would happen to Hermione, or because of her. The young girl was happy about this, but her parents were anything but.

They had assumed that the woman was joking, that she was merely playing a prank, but the look on her face told them she was serious. Surprising both Minerva and Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Granger had begun yelling and shouting at them.

Hermione had caught the words, "Absolutely not!", "We will not have a freak for a daughter!", "She will not be living with us any longer!", "Pack your things!", and, "Get out of here!"

The day young Hermione Granger learned that she was different from others was the same day she had been disowned. Her life would then change forever.

But it had now been a year since those dreadful events occurred. Hermione was too busy darting her eyes from one object to another, from one person to an animal.

"Come along now," Minerva said to Hermione, patting her shoulder and leading her farther down the street. Minerva had been kind enough to take Hermione under her wing, treating her as if she were family.

The first shop the pair had entered was one called Ollivanders. It was quiet inside, and it was also quite small. Hermione could not find anyone behind the counter, but all she could see were shelves full of long, thin boxes.

"What's this place for?" Hermione asked Minerva, her voice soft and shy.

"This is where witches and wizards receive their wand," Minerva answered. "I assume you don't know what a wand is?"

"I do," Hermione replied, nodding her head. "It's like a stick, an extraordinary one. People use it for magic, like fairy godmothers and magicians."

Minerva, who had no clue what a fairy godmother and a magician was, only nodded and smiled at Hermione.

A man then appeared behind the counter, holding three boxes. "Hello, Minerva," the man greeted kindly. "Who's this?"

"This," Minerva said, placing her hand on Hermione's shoulder, "is Hermione Granger."

The man smiled and held out his hand to Hermione, saying, "Lovely to meet you, Miss Granger. I'm Garrick Ollivander, the wandmaker of England."

Shyly, Hermione shook his hand. He began observing her, a small smile set on his face.

"Tell me, Hermione, what are you like?" He asked, opening the three boxes he had been carrying earlier.

"Well, I'm... quiet," she answered while staring at her shoes. "Friendly, although I don't have friends. I could say caring. Oh, and smart. I believe I'm smart."

"That you are," Minerva said. Hermione lightly blushed at the compliment.

"Let's see then," Ollivander said, pulling out a stick, or rather, a wand from a box. "Alder wood and phoenix feather. For a helpful and considerate witch."

Hermione took the wand, holding it awkwardly. "W-what do I do with it?" She asked nervously.

"Give it a wave," he replied.

Hermione carefully waved the wand, and instead of something good happening, a stack of papers were blown away, creating a mess on the floor.

"Sorry," Hermione mumbled sheepishly, returning the wand.

"Don't fret, this happens all the time," Ollivander said, placing the wand back in it's box. He pulled out another one, handing it to Hermione. "Willow with unicorn hair."

"Unicorn?" Hermione mumbled to herself. She waved it, and like the previous attempt, the results were poor. She had caused a book to fly off the counter and into a shelf. "Sorry!" She squeaked, quickly returning the wand.

Ollivander sighed, worrying Hermione in the slightest. "You are one, tricky witch, Miss Granger," he commented, clicking his tongue. "Let us try another. This one, vine and dragon heartstring. For a clever, bright, and friendly witch, like yourself."

Hermione took the wand, giving it a small wave. She felt a warmth pass her, and it felt like a good sign. No papers or books fell, and that told her she had found her wand.

"Excellent, excellent!" Ollivander cheered as Minerva patted Hermione's shoulder proudly. Hermione smiled triumphantly, gazing at the wand she now claimed as hers.

"The wizarding community can expect most remarkable deeds from you, Hermione Granger."

A/N: please review. finished rewriting on 02/15/2021.