10-year-old Hermione Granger was sitting in her room when her adopted mother and maternal aunt called her downstairs. "Hermione, this is professor Dumbledore. Professor this is my daughter Hermione Granger." Jane made the introductions. "Miss Granger, I am here to tell you that you are a witch, you have been placed on a list since you were born to attend Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. This is the place you need to go to get your school supplies. I will see you on the first of September."

Hermione thanked the man and when he left she looked at her aunt jane. "He doesn't know that you are really my aunt?" she asked the woman who raised her. There was a knock at the door before jane could answer and in came Hermione's birthmother. "hello mom. Haven't seen you in a while." Hermione said. "hello beautiful girl." Cassiopeia replied and hugged her daughter. "mom I had a visitor today, and I got told that I am going to Hogwarts school. I want to go to slytherin like you and dad did." Hermione told her mother. Cassiopeia took her daughter to diagon alley to get her school supplies. "I will meet you at the train station to see you off for the first day of school." Cassiopeia told her.

The next morning, she was ready and waiting on her mom to meet her. Her "father" had to stay at the office that he shared with his wife while she left to take her daughter to the station with her sister. They arrived at the same time as the Malfoy family. "Are you new to Hogwarts?" the platinum blonde boy asked the girl that walked into the platform with a look of awe on her face. "yes, my name is Hermione Blackwood." She replied and stuck her hand out for him to shake. He took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles that made her blush.

"you better get on the train if you want a compartment before everyone else gets on" Narcissa told the children. They got on the train were headed to a compartment when Hermione accidentally ran into another student. "Watch where you're going you filthy mudblood." A voice told her as she got up off the floor "Weasel, I am sure that she'd rather be a mudblood than a blood-traitor. At least mudbloods are still considered human. Hermione, let's go find a compartment, the air is starting to stink in here." Draco spoke up, placing a hand on her back to lead her to the next empty compartment.

They found an empty compartment and Hermione turned to Draco and smiled. She spoke to him for the first time since the incident. "my close friends call me Bella. I prefer that to Hermione or even my middle name Isabella." They make it to the castle and Draco saw Harry Potter. "Mr. Potter, my name is Draco Malfoy, this is my friend Hermione Blackwood. Would you like to be friends?" he asked the other boy nervously. "That would be wonderful. You don't have to call me Mr. Potter by the way. It's Harry." The Black haired boy replied with a smile. "I will call you Harry if you will call me Draco." Draco told his new friend. "What would you like to be called Miss Blackwood?" Harry asked the quiet girl.

"You may call me Isabella for now if you wish." She replied shyly from behind Draco's back. McGonagall came back and lead the students to the sorting hat. "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, but don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, your tops hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat and I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell brave of heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindor's apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil; Or yet wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And you won't get in a flap! You're safe in my hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!" When the hat finished its song the first names were called starting with Abbot, Hannah. Three more students were called before "Blackwood, Hermione" she walked up to the hat and sat on the stool. The professor placed the hat on her head. "Ah miss blackwood, you are just like your mother. You are cunning and brave. You don't belong in Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. You still have the same qualities but you are more cunning than anything. So I ask you Miss Blackwood, which house would you like to go to? Slytherin? Ok." She went to the appropriate table when the hat yelled Slytherin. It continued with Draco being put in slytherin, Harry was offered the two houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin and chose the latter as well. Ron had a horrible look on his face when Harry went to Slytherin.

Ron was under the impression that Harry was going to be his best friend, but the boy couldn't get him as a friend if he was in the house of snakes. The Feast went on as Ron stuffed his face, trying to come up with a way to get Harry into Gryffindor so that they could be best friends as well. "Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ron asked. "Privately." He added as an afterthought. "Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of Draco and Isabella." Harry replied. "why did you choose slytherin? You should be in Gryffindor; I was promised your friendship in exchange for my loyalty. Don't you know that bastard's leader killed your parents? And that mudblood. She isn't even worthy of a half or pureblood. You need friends that can show you what the world is really like. I can help you with that." Ron informed him. "First of all, the hat placed me here. I didn't have a choice, second of all, I make my own friends on my own, thirdly, Draco is not his father's leader as you put it so I am not going to hold that against him, fourthly she isn't a mudblood as you put it. If I hear so much as that muttered in the same sentence as her name, I will take matters into my own hands. And last but not least, you couldn't show me the way out of a wet paper bag with the top open." Harry told the boy disgustedly.