WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF HERMIONE HAD BEEN SORTED INTO SLYTHERIN?

HERMIONE IN SLYTHERIN FANFICTION

A/N: English is not my native language; I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes!
I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE OR ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTER WHICH WAS MENTIONED IN THE BOOKS.

Chapter one

It was a rainy Tuesday when Hermione Granger, an almost eleven years-old girl was reading 'Matilda' for the thirty-seventh time.
Come on, Matilda. I know you can do it… Hermione thought, as she read Matilda was trying to lift a piece of chalk with her eyes.
Weird, Hermione thought. I've already read this book thirty-six times, and yet each time I keep cheering Matilda… Why, though? Oh, who cares, it is not like I have a friend who will laugh at me. Actually, I have no friends at all, except for Harry, and I haven't talked to him in years… Is he really my friend? And now Ally is gone… Hermione thought gloomily.
Hermione was not exaggerating. Indeed, she had no friends, except for Harry Potter, whom she met when they were in the third grade, but one day Harry had just… left. She had tried to write him, but she had given up after a year.
But Hermione stopped thinking about it, because she heard her mum, Helen, was calling her.
"Hermione," she called, "tea is ready, darling."
How could I forget?
"Coming, mum," Hermione answered, leaped out of her bed and rushed downstairs to the dining room.
"Hello, hon," Hermione's dad, Harold, said cheerfully.
"Hey dad," Hermione replied, not in her normal tone but not in a too noticeably different one.
"What have you been doing upstairs?" he asked, but before Hermione could answer, Helen did.
"I can bet she was reading Matilda, for the –"
"Thirty-seventh time, yes," her daughter completed. "Where is Harrietta?" Hermione asked about her sister.
"She is in Margaret's place. Why don't you hang out with some someone, too? It is a beautiful afternoon and I assume you have already finished your homework?" Harold asked.
"Well, yes, I have already finished my homework. But let's think, dad. Do I HAVE any friends?" Hermione said quite rudely. She wasn't often rude, but there were three special incidents in which she was, which were if someone mocked her cleverness, if somebody told her she is stupid, and since a day ago, if someone told her to hang out with friends.
"Um, did you forget Ally? She is such a lovely –"
"Was," Hermione muttered.
"What was that, honey?"
"I said," Hermione replied to her mother's question, "'was', mum," Hermione was now on the verge of tears.
"Why, Hermione! You two ate ice-cream together on Sunday! What's happened?" Harold said, clearly quite shocked.
"How can I explain, dad? Do you remember when your hair was very full? Or when mum's hair was completely brown, and not three-quarters brown, quarter grey?" The girl said in a calm, yet dangerous tone.
"Hermione! That is very rude, young lady! Another word and I will send you to your room!"
the balding man said.
"Oh, you won't send me to my room until I am finished." The brunette girl replied.
"Young lady, go to your room," Harold said in the same tone as Hermione's.
"No, father," Hermione replied. Harold was taken aback.
"Since when have you been calling me 'father', Hermione?" He asked.
"Since the moment you two have not been listening to me. Now, do you remember I came from school yesterday, even more depressed than usual? I told you people were laughing at my name, which was partly true, because the only normal names in this family are Helen and Harold. Even Harietta hates her name, and she is nine! Lucky both of us have normal middle names - Jean and Belle. Where was I? Oh, yes. Do you remember our discussion about your hair? And the previous one, about Ally? Well, dad and mom, things vanish. And sometimes, they do not come back, like hair, and like friends." Hermione said in the same tone as before – calm, yet dangerous.
"What happened? Did you have a fight?" The three-quarters brunette mother asked.
"Hermione never fights, darling," Harold pointed out.
"Hm… Oh! Did she switch schools? Did she move to another place?" Helen said, in a confident tone. But to her and her husband's disappointment, Hermione started crying, and whispered:
"No, mum, and dad – you were right, we have never fought. But we won't have the chance to fight, because she is no longer here."
"Oh, Hermione! When did it happen?" Helen said, hugging her daughter.
"So, did she move?" Harold asked, clearly oblivious to the situation.
"No, dad. Since yesterday, Ally is no longer suffering from being alive. She died in a car crash. Her parents are alive," The brunette, bushy-haired sobbing girl said. She then broke apart from her mum and ran to her room, not even sipping from her tea.
In her room, Hermione sat on her bed, looking gloomily at a picture of her and Ally, crying. Then, without doing a thing, a box of tissues zoomed into her hand.
OK. Fantastic. Now I am having visions too. But it won't hurt to check…
Hermione got out of her bed to tell her parents, but when she opened her door she saw her parents. They had been waiting outside of her room.
"What's happened, sweetheart?" Helen asked.
"I was on my bed. And I can swear a box of tissues just… I don't know… Just flew into my hand."
"It's happened before… When you were eight and couldn't find your book, it flew towards you. And when you went to school and forgot your lunch at home – I swear you did – you said it was delicious. And when you said you wanted a kitten – a ginger one, if I am not much mistaken – your hair turns GINGER, and you grew WHISKERS. They vanished after a minute or so, of course.
Look, Hermione, I really don't know what's been going on since you were about two. I don't know if you remember, but you fixed a torn book. WITHOUT GLUE. It is like… magic. It really is."
"Did Harrietta do such things too?"
"Coming to think about it, yes, she did."
Then there was silence.
"I am really sorry about what I have said," Hermione then told her parents.
"It is OK, hon," Helen replied.
Again, there was silence.
Suddenly, Harold spoke.
"I think the mailman's here. I am going to check the mail, OK?"
And then he left the room.
Helen told Hermione to lie down. Hermione obeyed, and Helen started petting her daughter's head.
"Mum?" Hermione half asked - half said.
"Yes, kitten?"
"What if I am a witch?"
"And…"
"No 'and'. What if I am a witch?"
"I don't understand the question, hon."
"Will… Will you and dad still love me?"
"Wh – of course, honey! And to be honest, I think it will be great. I – we, actually – have never thought you quite… belonged in your school."
"I have also been thinking this," now the quite clearly excited brunette girl said.
"What if there is a magical school? Oh, it will be wonderful! And other magical kids! And –"
But Hermione didn't finish her sentence.
"Hermione, hon, I don't want to ruin the joy, but I really don't think there is such a thing."
Hermione looked heartbroken.
"I know, mummy," Hermione said.
"Back to 'mummy', aren't we?" Helen said, smiling.
"Hermione! You have a letter!" Harold shouted from the front garden.
It is probably a mistake, who would write me?
"What are you waiting for? Maybe it is a distant friend, a special friend, if you know what I mean."
Hermione blushed into a deep shade of red.
"I got over him, mum! Bloody hell, we were EIGHT. We were in the third grade! And it is not like he's ever replied to my letters…"
They were talking, of course, about Harry.
"Hermione! Are you coming or what?"
"Oh, yeah! Sorry dad!"
Helen chuckled. Young love, she thought. But her thoughts were interrupted by her daughter.
"MUMMY! MUM, COME HERE! IT IS FROM HARRY! YOU KNOW, THE HARRY! COME HERE!"
Helen went downstairs. She then covered her ears with her hands – in case Hermione decided to shout again – and Harold followed suit.
"Great, you are here," Hermione said, and Helen and Harold took their hands off their ears.
Hermione then read the letter.

Dear Hermione,
I don't know if you remember me. We were friends in the third grades, when my aunt forced me to switch schools because I told her we were best friends (lucky you told me you were moving to London – hadn't you, I wouldn't have sent the letter to the correct address). What I didn't tell her, however, is that I had a crush on you. I got over it, though.
At this Hermione blushed furiously, but kept reading.
God, I am so stupid. I don't think I've told you the real reason why I live with my aunt and uncle. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was one.
Sorry I lied about it back then (what did I tell you? That they were killed in a shooting battle?).
Anyways, I want to tell you what I have been through. As you have probably understood, my aunt is horrible. My uncle and cousin are no better. My cousin – Dudley – has invented a game called 'Harry-hunting'. I presume you understand the meaning of the game. And my uncle – Vernon – hits me if I don't do my chores on time, or if I get better grades than 'Ickle-Diddikins'. Speaking of chores, do you have any? I have TONS. I have to get up at six-thirty a.m. every day, cook breakfast, get the mail, and do the laundry. Before I get on the bus to school I have to wash the dishes. When I get back from school I have to cook lunch and wash the house. When I finish lunch (again, after I wash the dishes, of course) I am allowed to go to my 'room' (a cupboard under the stairs) and do homework. And by six p.m. I have to make dinner, wash the dishes and 'socialize' with Dudley (Harry-hunting).
Oh wait! You won't believe it – Dudley wet the bed yesterday. Of course, they blamed me and thus I had to wake up at three in the morning and do his laundry, but it was worth it. And he did it again, but this time, when he was AWAKE. They even got him these pull-up thing! And the best part was that they could not blame me because he was at his friend's house!
How have you been doing? I can bet you are still top of class in everything, except for maybe gym and computers (these were the subjects in which I beat you, remember?).
Yes, Harry, Hermione thought, blushing from the compliments, I remember.
Last thing – I remember you have a sister - Harrietta, I think? Anyways, tell her I say hello.
Your friend,
Harry
P.S. We moved to a privet house: number four, Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey. I do not know our phone number. My relatives are out on Tuesdays (seven p.m. to ten p.m.), Thursdays (same time as on Tuesdays) and Sundays (ten a.m. to four p.m.). I could write today because a few days ago Mrs. Figg (our neighbor – I stay with her when my 'family' goes out) broke her arm and she couldn't take care of me. In case she breaks her leg again, please write your phone number so I could call you.
Please write back soon!
P.P.S they are the reason, of course, I have never replied to your letters.
"Mum and dad! Oh my god, you won't believe it! Harry is being abused by his relatives – by his aunt and uncle!" Hermione cried, clearly very alarmed.
"What?! Why do his parents ignore?" asked Helen.
"They're with Ally, mum," Hermione said sadly. "I am going to reply to his letter, OK?"
"Of course, honey," her father said and Hermione rushed to her room.
In her room, she got some papers out of her drawer in her desk, took a pen and started writing.

Dear Harry,
First, I would like to tell you that I am really sorry about your parents. I know how it feels to lose someone close.
You might not believe me, but I had had a crush on you too, also until the middle of the third grade! But since both of us got over it, let's just be best friends, and if one of us has a crush on the other again, the one tells. Is that OK with you? And now, to other subjects:
A. I. HATE. THESE. PEOPLE. How could they do this to you!? You are such a kind, smart and generous person! I can't believe them! Really! I mean, you should go to the police after school or something, and if they ask where have you been, tell them you were beaten up. They seem really stupid; they will probably believe you and be happy. STUPID PEOPLE! And they even don't let you do well at school because of Dudley! And the stupid 'game' he has invented! But at least he'd wet himself! I think we should call him SBEWED, which stands for Stupid Bed-Wetter Dudley. What do you think? I mean, I have nothing against kids who are having 'accidents' but I have something against annoying kids.
B. When my parents ask for some help, I help them, but I don't have a specific chore that I have to do. So I guess the answer is that I don't have any chores. Sometimes they tell me to go to my room as a punishment, but then I explain the reason behind my acts, and they understand and let me off the hook.
C. As for my grades – last year I got straight A's in all subjects (math, English, Spanish, reading/library – duh – science, geography, history and French) except for gym and computers (I got a B in both subjects). So yeah, my average was the best in class. I know you are not allowed to do well in school, but do you mind telling me your grades (I am just curious; I won't make fun of you)?
I really miss you. Would you like to meet in a park near your house? I'll ask my parents if they could drive me, but if they can I think they will stay with us since it is a long ride.
Please write as soon as you can!
Your friend,
Hermione
P.S. Harrietta is not home right now, I will tell her later.
P.P.S. Our phone number is 071-5582-4368
Hermione then folded her letter, put it in an envelope, wrote Harry's name and address and went downstairs.
"So… looks like Harry fancies you, heh?" Harold said in an amused tone.
"Oh, dearest father, do shut up," Hermione said in the same tone as her father's.
"Are you going to put the letter in the mailbox? Because it won't get there by itself," Helen said. "Right you are, mummy!" Hermione then went outside and put the letter in the mailbox.
"Hermione, darling," Helen said when Hermione came back, "how would you like to visit Harry? I – we –are sure he would be glad to see you."
"Really, mum? Oh, thank you so much! I wrote him that you might be able to drive me. But if you do, you will stay, right? Because I think it is a long ride. Oh and I gave him our phone number. Is it OK?" Hermione said in one breath.
"Whoa, Kitten, breathe! Yes, it is OK. And you are – as usual – correct. It is a long ride, so we will stay. But that is not the only reason. I reckon you and your mum should talk, OK?" and with that, Harold left. The moment Hermione saw he was no longer in the room, she said: "Mum, I know he was talking about The Talk. But don't you think it is a bit too early? I mean, I am not even eleven!"
"Um, Hermione, I wasn't about to give you the full Talk. I was just going to say that you don't have to be embarrassed if you would like to go out with someone. However, we do not want you to kiss someone just because that person is popular. I know you are not that kind of person, but I just want to remind you. So, was that talk so bad?"
"Huh. Not at all, actually. I don't think it is even a part of the full talk."
"Yeah. For a change you were wrong, heh?"
"Should we call dad? He left right after he said 'I think you and your mum should talk, OK?'" "Oh yes. He is really uncomfortable with that kind of stuff."
"DAD! MUM AND I HAVE FINISHED OUR CHAT! YOU CAN COME NOW!" Hermione shouted, and then whispered to her mother: "really, now. He is worse than his mum in that stuff."
Both girls were sniggering when Harold came back.
"What are you two laughing about?" he asked.
"Oh, we weren't laughing about something too important. Just about you and your issue about Talks," his wife said.
"Good to know there is a supportive family," he said playfully.
Hermione then told her parents she would like to go to her room and be alone. In her room, she thought about Ally and Harry. And Ally again, and Harry again. I wonder what would have happened if we had 'dated' in third grade, Hermione thought. But I think it is good that we didn't 'date'. If we had and would have broken up it would have been AWKWARD.
Hermione then lied on her bed, looking at her and Ally's pictures. Eventually, she fell asleep. Her parents didn't want to bother, so they didn't wake her up for dinner.
In the morning, she woke up to the sound of giggling. She opened her eyes and saw her parents and Harrietta in her room with a large banner saying 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY HERMIONE!' There were also a few drawings of kittens and the number eleven on the banner.
"Happy birthday!" both her parents and her sister said.
"Oh, thanks Harrietta, mum and dad!" Hermione answered.
"So, like each year, you and Harrietta are staying home today! You don't turn eleven every day, you know, nor does your sister," the grinning mother said.
"Awesome, thanks!" answered the enthusiastic birthday girl.
"Are you hungry, kittens?" asked Harold.
"Coming to think about it, I am very hungry, actually," answered Hermione.
"Same here," Harrietta added.
"Fantastic. Now, cover your eyes with that, Hermione" said Harold's wife, while handing her daughter a blindfold. After Hermione had put on the blindfold, her parents led her downstairs to the dining room, her sister running in the lead. When she put the blindfold down, she saw at least twenty balloons in the colors red, orange, yellow, green, blue, pink, purple, white, silver and gold. And when she looked at the table, there were pancakes (and syrups, of course), eggs, bacon, breads, cheeses, waffles and a huge container of ice-cream.
"Wow!" Hermione said. Each birthday, her parents and sister had made something different, and vice-versa; on her mum's birthdays she'd made her something with her dad and sister, on her dad's birthday she'd made something with her mum and sister, and on her sister's birthday she'd made something with her parents.
"Have some food, dears," said both parents. Although Harrietta got to the table way before the rest, she had waited.
Hermione and Harrietta didn't need to be told twice, and in an instant Hermione's plate was full with pancakes and syrup, while Harrietta's plate was full with eggs and bacon.
"So, Hermione," Harrietta said, "How does it feel being old?"
Hermione grinned. "Prat!" She said. "You would not know, considering you are still a baby," she retorted.
"Nice one, sis," Harrietta said.
Hermione grinned. She and her sister were so similar; both of them were know-it-alls and both of them weren't popular. Almost every time they spoke, both of them ended up laughing or grinning.
"So," Harrietta continued, "I have heard someone had had a crush on you until you were in the fourth grade," she said, nearly bursting out laughing.
Hermione blushed. "It wasn't until the fourth, but until the middle of the third," Hermione said.
"I have also heard," Harrietta said, "that you had had a crush on him, too!" She then started laughing.
"Do you know what I have heard?" Hermione challenged. "That you had had a crush on him, too!"
Hermione's statement had made Harrietta quiet down, but not for long.
"OK, you win. But only because it is your birthday," Harrietta said.
"I know, I know," Hermione answered. "Come on, let's eat," suggested Hermione, and both sisters started eating.
After the family had finished their breakfast, both parents went to the living room, and Helen said: "Baby and Oldie, come here please!"
Both girls came to the living room, amused from their new names.
"So! Your dad and I know how much both of you love reading. So, for Hermione's birthday, we bought you two, two books each. For Hermione, we bought 'The Witches' by Roald Dhal and 'The Secret Garden' by Frances Hodgson Burnett. For Harrietta, we bought 'The BFG' and 'Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator' by Roald Dhal."
Both Hermione and Harrietta loved their family custom of giving them both gifts for each other's birthday.
"Thank you mum and dad!" Said the excited girls, and rushed toward their parents to hug them. To Hermione, it seemed as though her sister had partly read her thoughts, when Harrietta said: "Can we start reading the books now? I want to start reading 'Charlie and the great glass elevator' - I have finished the first book yesterday!"
The moment Harrietta had finished her sentence, the moment a beautiful tawny owl had soared through the window in the living room and landed on the coffee table.
"Look! He is carrying a letter!" Harrietta said excitedly. And again, the moment she had finished her sentence, something happened. But this time, no owl soared through the window. This time, the doorbell rang. Helen got it, and a woman in emerald robes came in.
"Hello, Mrs and Mr Granger," she said, "Harrietta, I believe?" she turned to Harrietta and asked kindly. Everyone was too astonished to answer. The woman then turned to the eleven-years-old girl. "Ah, Hermione!" Hermione managed a small nod.
"My name is Minerva McGonagall," said the woman, "I am deputy headmistress and transfiguration professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Hogwarts School of WHAT?!" the Granger family asked as one.
"Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Surely you have noticed Hermione and Harrietta have shown signs of magic?" McGonagall half questioned - half answered.
"Y-yes, we have," said Helen.
"Alright, then. I am very sorry you had to receive the letter by an owl, but there had been a mistake. In any rate, Hermione, would you like to open your letter?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes!" Hermione piped, and opened her letter.

"'HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY,'" Hermione read excitedly. She paused for a moment, but then continued quickly.

"'Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Granger,

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 on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress'"

Hermione then flipped the page, and continued reading out loud.

"'HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

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 Beginner's 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

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scale

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions'"

Again, Hermione paused, and then said to the new woman:
"Er… Professor McGonagall? I have a question."
"You may ask any question you would like," she answered.
"The letter says that first years are not allowed to bring their broomsticks. Why would first years want their broomstick?" the girl asked.
The woman smiled and answered: "For flying, of course."
"Flyi – of course. So you are saying I am a witch and that I can fly?" the young witch asked.
"Basically, yes," The woman said.
"Mum, can I go? You said yourself that you and dad don't think I fit in my school!"
Helen and Harold looked at each other.
Helen then told Hermione that this school is probably an orphanage. Hermione told her she knows it is, but that she suffers in her school. Helen suggested homeschooling, but Hermione said that she and Harold don't know how to teach all the subjects. Helen suggested tutors, but Hermione said that finally she would have the opportunity to be with kids similar to her. Helen surrendered and started tearing.
"I will miss you so much, kitten," Helen whispered in her daughter's ear.
"I will miss you too, mum," Hermione whispered in a chocked voice.
"Mrs and Miss Granger, you didn't possibly think we wouldn't allow you seeing each other except for the vacations?" McGonagall half questioned - half said.
"I-I will be able to see my parents and sister?" Hermione asked.
"Your parents and sister will be able to see you each day, for how much time you would like – after the classes end, of course – but not inside the school. They will be able to visit you in the village next to Hogwarts – Hogsmeade. When willing to visit your daughter, please contact the school by sending an owl. A staff member will escort you. As for Hermione, after the staff member escorts your parents, he or she will escort you to Hogsmeade," the professor said.
"Thank you so much, professor McGonagall!" said Hermione, jumping in the air.
"You are very welcome, dear," she replied.
"It is settled, then. You, darling, are going to Hogweerts!" said Harold.
"It is Hogwarts, dad. Not Hogweerts." Hermione corrected her father.
"A good memory, I see. It will help you a lot in History of Magic – a subject at school. Now, since you were born in September, you will not join Hogwarts this year, but the next. You may, however, go to Diagon Ally now, to get your school supplies. If you choose not to, I will arrive on the first of July to take you. What is your choice?" said McGonagall.
"Can we go now, mum?" the birthday girl asked.
"Of course, darling," replied Helen.
"We would like to go now, Ma'am," Hermione said.
"Very well, then," started McGonagall, "Hold me tight. You may get nausea or a headache."
The Grangers held the professor, and sure enough, the family members had nausea. All had nausea, except for Harrietta. As the family was following Professor McGonagall, Harrietta started talking to her.
"It was fantastic," she said. "How did you do it, Ma'am?"
"I apparated," McGonagall answered, "most witches and wizards in Britain can do so. If you and your sister choose studying at Hogwarts, when turn seventeen you will be able to start practicing apparating."
"Oh. So will I attend Hogwarts in 1993? I was born in November, 1981." Harrietta asked.
"Correct. You and Hermione seem very clever. I hope I am not mistaken," McGonagall half asked - half said. She wasn't sure how she got that impression; she just did.
"Last year, Hermione got eight A's and two B's, and I got nine A's and one B. But only because I am younger – when Hermione was my age she also got nine A's and one B. We had the highest average in class," Harrietta said proudly.
"Harrietta, dear, would you mind explaining me the Muggle – not magical people – grading system?" McGonagall asked.
"Of course I don't mind. Well, in report cards, there are eight grades: A, B, C, D, E, F, G and U. A is the highest score, and U is the lowest score. So eight A's and two B's is a great score," said Harrietta happily. "Hermione got her B's in gym and computers, and I got mine in history.
She always beat me in history, and I always beat her in gym. We are about the same in computers," finished Harrietta.
"Your results are very impressive. Computers are…?" McGonagall asked. Harrietta answered shortly: "A machine that is able to take information and do something with it. For instance, if I type 'I like chocolate' on my keyboard, it will appear on the computer screen."
"I see. Oh, here we are," McGonagall said, and pointed a small entrance.
Mrs and Mr Granger looked suspiciously at Professor McGonagall; they could not see anything but a blank wall. Just when Helen was about to tell McGonagall she can't see anything and ask her who sent her, Hermione said: "I can see it! Come on, Harrietta!" and both girls rushed inside. McGonagall then told the girls' parents: "Mrs and Mr Granger, I am aware of the fact that you cannot see the entrance, because you are not magical. If you don't close your eyes when we enter, you shall see spiders, cockroaches, and bees. But Hermione, Harrietta or I shall see a lighten corridor that is full with pictures. As you have probably understood, you should close your eyes," said McGonagall.
"The wizarding world is full of… special surprises, heh?" Harold whispered to Helen.
"Oh, yes, definitely," McGonagall said.
"How did you –"Harold began, but McGonagall cut him.
"How did I hear you? Let's just say that next time you shall want to whisper, do it in a low tone," she said. Helen burst out laughing. "You see, Harold? I am not the only one who thinks that way!" She told her husband.
"Fine, I get the hint. Can we go in now?" he answered.
"Yes. hold my hands and close your eyes. We will reach our destination in a minute or so. Usually it is quicker, but since you two have to close your eyes…" the witch said.
The wife and husband held McGonagall's hands and closed their eyes shut, and started walking.
"I feel like I am five, Helen," Harold said after half a minute.
"Be quite! I can hear voices!" Helen replied.
And sure enough, Hermione and Harrietta came rushing to their parents ten seconds later.
"Where have you been?" came Hermione's voice.
"We have been waiting for ages," Harrietta completed.
"Girls, your parents have been with me. It took longer for us to arrive because they had to close their eyes, because if they hadn't, they would have seen spiders, bees and cockroaches," McGonagall said.
"I understand," said both girls, and after figuring out they said it at the same time, they high-fived.
"This place is called 'The Leaky Cauldron'. It is a popular wizarding pub and inn*, and is also the entrance to Diagon Alley. Would you like something to drink before we head to Diagon Alley?" The adult witch said.

After a few murmurs of 'I am not hungry' from the girls, the adults decided it is time to enter.
"Follow me," McGonagall said, "and do try to walk in my speed," she added.
McGonagall led them into a small room with a trash can, and wand took her wand out of her robes. She has a wand?! Hermione thought.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Hermione started, "is that a wand?" she finished.
"Oh yes. But unlike the Muggles tend to believe, we do not wear a suit with a bowtie," McGonagall answered.
"How do you know what Muggles believe in?" asked Hermione.
"The headmaster of Hogwarts is Albus Dumbledore, and with him as headmaster, it is difficult to not know what the Muggles believe in," answered the adult witch.
"So he supports Muggles?" Hermione asked.
"Definitely. He wouldn't dream of insulting Muggles," McGonagall answered.
"Now, we should go in. Don't you think so, Miss Granger?" McGonagall said.
"Oh, of course, Professor. Sorry," Hermione replied and blushed.
"No need to be sorry, I was merely asking for your opinion," McGonagall said, and with this, tapped a brick.
A small hole was created, and it got bigger and bigger, until it came to be an archway.
"Welcome to Diagon Ally," McGonagall said, and went through the archway.

So... What do you think? Let me know in the comments! It is my first fanfiction, so please do not be cruel :)