A.N.- This is my first fan fiction story ever… I'm
really not sure if its any good or not, so please read
and review it. Also, the Grangers do not
belong to me. Harry, Neville… heck, NONE
of the characters belong to me. I am not
making money off of it, so don't sue me!
Summary- This is
a story about when Hermione gets her Hogwarts letter. I have always wondered what happens when
muggles who know nothing about the magical world find out how to get into
Diagon Alley or Platform 9 and ¾. Again,
If it sux, I blame it on my inexperience… Please Read
and review!
"Hermione?"
"Yes,
Mum?" Hermione had just closed her
arithmetic book. She was taking summer
classes at the local secondary school so she could skip another grade.
Her mother
walked into the room, looking startled.
"An… um… an owl… brought
this." Her mother said quite
shakily. "It's for you."
She handed
Hermione the envelope made of some sort of heavy parchment. It was addressed in bright green ink. Hermione hesitated a moment before opening
it, wondering if she should just leave it be.
Who, she thought, would send a letter by an owl? Her
curiosity eventually got the better of her, however, and she cautiously opened
the envelope. In it were several sheets of the same heavy parchment. Written in identical green ink was a letter:
Dear Miss H. Granger,
We are pleased to
inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find the enclosed list of supplies and instructions.
The rest of
the letter explained that Hermione had shown magical tendencies and was a
Witch, though Hermione couldn't recall any of her so called tendencies. They gave her instructions how to get her
supplies in Diagon Alley and how to get to platform nine-and-three-quarters. It also said that she was not to tell any
muggles ("What's a muggle?" asked
Hermione) about her magical side.
Term starts September
1st. We will expect your owl
no later than July 31st. Feel
free to include any questions you might have.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Mum, this
isn't a joke is it?" Hermione asked.
"No, it
isn't." Mrs. Granger replied. "Why? What
is it?"
Hermione
handed the letter to her mother. She
couldn't begin to describe how she felt.
She was a witch? Her mother
finished reading the letter and sighed.
"Well,
dear, what do you think?" She asked Hermione.
Hermione shrugged.
"I don't
know what to think," She began. The
front door opened and a jolly booming voice shouted, "Hi darlings, I'm home!"
"We're in
here, Pop!" called Hermione.
Mr. Granger
walked in to the room with a incredulous expression on
his face. "Is that an owl outside the kitchen window?"
"Yeah, its waiting for a reply to this." Hermione handed the letter
to her father. He finished reading the
letter and looked at his wife for a moment.
Hermione got the impression that they were talking silently.
"Well,
dear, its up to you, "Mrs. Granger said, "But your
father and I both think that this might be good for you." Hermione looked at them in disbelief.
"You are
always saying that school never challenges you enough." Mr. Granger added with
a slight smile. "I quite doubt that learning magic will bore you."
"But what
if it's not for real?" Hermione asked.
She was sure that this was some prank the kids at school were playing on
her.
"Herm, honey,
think about all the things that make sense with magic." Mr. Granger said. He had always believed in another, magical
world. Hermione still looked doubtful. "Tell you what." He said. "Let's send your
reply, after letting the little owl rest a bit, and make plans to go to this
Diagon Alley next week. If we can't get
to Diagon Alley, we'll abandon the whole idea.
And we'll still keep you registered at the secondary school, incase
something goes wrong."
After
thinking about it, Hermione consented. She
realized that she did have a way of getting herself away from her teasing
classmates, not knowing how she did it.. By the end of the evening she was actually
getting excited about their upcoming trip to London.
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The morning of their trip to Diagon
Alley Hermione was almost sick with nervousness. When they got to the street where the Leaky
Cauldron was supposed to be, she almost gave up. Her father reminded her that the letter said
that she'd have to look extra hard.
"There it is!" she exclaimed.
Hermione
pointed to what she saw as a tiny, dirty pub.
Her parents saw a door to a building that looked like it hadn't been
owned in several years. When they got
inside, they realized it wasn't. When
they got inside, Hermione told the bartender that she was a first year Hogwarts
student.
"Ah, a
muggle are you? My name's Tom. I'll show
you into Diagon Alley this time, you'll need to remember this."
As he led
them to the back door of the pub, Hermione asked, "If you don't mind, sir…
What's a muggle?"
Tim
chuckled. "'Course you wouldn't know
that" He said to him self. Then to
Hermione, "A muggle is someone with no magical blood. Doesn't really matter much anymore weather a
witch is muggle born or pure blooded, but it did during the reign of--" He stopped short.
"Reign of
whom?" Hermione asked, enthralled.
"You'll
find out soon enough." Tim replied.
"Now, it's three up, two across…" He motioned with his wand and tapped
the brick three times.
All of the
Grangers stood in amazement when the brick disappeared. The hole that was left grew and grew until it
was an entryway to a large crowded road.
The Grangers stepped through the entryway, leaving Tim, who bid them
goodbye and happy shopping.
After a few
minutes to recover from their surprise, Mrs. Granger asked, "So, where do we go
first?"
"Let's
see," replied Hermione, looking at her list. "I need robes. Lets go into Madam
Malkin's Robes for all Occasions."
As they
walked into the shop, a short plump witch asked, "Hogwarts?
Hermione
nodded. She was fitted for her robes
rather quickly. She guessed no students
were coming in so early in the summer.
"That will
be two galleons and seven sickles." Madam Malkin said.
The
Grangers looked at each other in shock. They hadn't even considered that there would
be a different currency in the wizarding world.
After hasty explanations and apologies, Madam Malkin pointed them in the
direction of Gringotts, the wizard bank, where they exchanged their muggle
money for gold galleons, silver sickles and bronze knuts.
After they went back to pay for the
robes, they went down the list of supplies.
All of the stores were interesting, but Hermione's favorite was Flourish
and Blotts, where she bought all of her school books and some extras for what
she called "light reading." Weird Mr.
Ollivander and his wand shop were pretty neat too, in her opinion.
The day
ended too soon. They had collected all
of Hermione's school supplies. Much to
Hermione's dismay, her parents wouldn't rent a room at the Leaky Cauldron for
the night, so they set off home.
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Hermione
spent the rest of the summer memorizing her school books. She was particularly interested in Hogwarts:
A History. She even learned how to
perform simple spells. Her parents were
so proud of her.
When September 1st rolled around,
however, she was nervous. Both her
mother and father tried to no avail to get her to talk. She didn't talk all the way to Kings Cross
station.
When they
got there, the butterflies in her stomach got worse. When she tried to get through the barrier to
platform nine-and-three-quarters the first time, she was so jumpy, she ran
right into the wall, creating quite a scene with all the muggles around. When both the crowd and she had calmed down,
Hermione tried again.
The sensation she felt when
she passed through the barrier was amazing.
She felt like she could handle anything this magical world threw at her.
She felt like she was at home.
When the
train departed at eleven sharp, Hermione walked through the cars. She met another first year student named Neville. He had lost his toad, and asked Hermione to help
him look for it. Together they walked through each car, asking people. In one car, she stopped to talk to a couple more
first year boys who were talking about the different houses at Hogwarts. Hermione at once recognized one of them as Harry
Potter, The Boy Who Lived. She found out
that he had been raised by Muggles too. And
he cirtenly acted like it. When she tried to impress them
with her knowledge of Hogwarts, they acted qute rudely.
Oh
well, Hermione thought, Who needs those
two as friends. Little did she know what
was to come in the year ahead.