Hermione Jean Granger was excited to go to Hogwarts! Finally, she would be among other witches and wizards. Hopefully, there will be some Black girls and boys.

Ever since she was little, she had been considered a genius and had gone to private schools for geniuses where it was mainly white, Indian, and Asian students. She was the only Black girl in her grade. As a result, she had worked smarter and harder than any of her peers and had come out top of her class. That work ethic would carry over to Hogwarts.

No matter where she went, she had to work harder and smarter than her lighter-skinned peers to prove herself.

After they went shopping at Diagon Alley, she got her ticket for Platform 9 3/4.

Soon before she knew it, September 1 had arrived and she was on her way to King's Cross Station.

Once she and her parents followed a Wizarding family into Platform 9 3/4, she loaded her trunk onto the train and waved goodbye to her parents.

"Hello," she said. "Can I sit here?"

Most said no because they were saving seats for their friends or their compartments were full.

Sighing, she went to find an empty compartment when she heard a drawling voice.

"Had any luck finding a seat?" he asked. "I guess no one wants to sit with a Mudblood, especially a Black Mudblood."

Glaring at him, Hermione drew her wand out and silenced him so he couldn't speak.

"What did you just say?" she asked him, her wand to his neck. He shook his head fearfully and she let him speak.

"Nothing," he replied.

Satisfied, Hermione went off to find a compartment she could sit for the journey.

Suddenly, a tall Black girl waved her over.

"Hello, First year. Need a place to sit?" she greeted Hermione.

Hermione nodded, "Thanks."

"I'm Angelina Johnson, Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and President of Hogwarts' Black Student Union," she said. "And your name is..."

"Hermione. Hermione Granger," Hermione replied.

Pointing to a Black boy wearing an Afro, Angelina said, "That's Lee Jordan. Prankster and friend of these two lovely rascals."

One of the red-headed twin boys winked at her.

"Now don't be getting any ideas, Fred," she warned him.

Fred sniggered and nudged his brother, "Look, George, she likes me."

Angelina rolled her eyes and snickered at their antics.

Then two Black boys entered the compartment.

"There you are, Dean!" Angelina exclaimed. "I was starting to get worried."

"That's Dean Thomas," she explained. "He lives in my neighborhood and is a first-year like you."

The second Black boy was wearing a haughty expression. "Blaise. Blaise Zabini," he said. "I heard there was a Black Student Union at Hogwarts."

"Yes, there is and I'm the president," Angelina replied.

The rest of the ride was spent gasping at the tarantula that Lee Jordan had brought, planning the BSU meetings and giving the first years the rundown of the Houses and the teachers.