25 May 1985

"You will not cause any problems for the Pattersons! Do you understand boy?" Vernon Dursley yelled at the almost five year old. They were going on vacation with his sister, Marge, and were not taking the toddler with them.

He wasn't their child anyway, he was an orphan who was dropped off on their front step in the early morning hours of November of '81. They had their own baby to care for and didn't want another child, especially a freak like him! His parents were freaks, and the freaky stuff that had been happening in the last few years.

It started with their baby, Dudley, suddenly screaming. He and his wife rushed from the kitchen to find the freak holding one of Dudley's toys and their baby boy with a red welt on his arm while crying. From there on the problems continued to escalate. Dudley was floating above the couch when Petunia (his wife) walked in. Dudley's toys finding their way into the freak's room under the stairs.

Even Marge noticed when one of her new puppies, Ripper, snarled at the boy and went to bite him, the dog was tossed across the yard. Vernon had seen it while Marge didn't, so he was able to just claim the boy, a new four year old at the time, hit the dog. He gave him a lashing for that bit of freakishness too!

Now they were pawning the boy off on the Pattersons, they were an older couple who didn't tolerate children much. They prescribed to the mantra of children should be seen, not heard. The boy would be set in a chair and left there, which was just fine with him.

They finished packing the company car he was awarded, a new '85 Audi 5000! They weren't even on the market yet, however the company acquired three of them for the managers. Petunia took the boy and a small bag over to Number 7 and dropped him off.

They were heading north to Adventure Island. Vernon kept swearing the whole way about everyone's driving except his own. Marge offered to drive once, but never again. London traffic was terrible since they left later than they wanted to and got caught in the worst of the traffic. Then Vernon went the wrong way, four times.

The last time they realised they were going the wrong way was when they saw a sign for Maidstone off the M20. Vernon swore up a storm when the traffic came to a standstill so they couldn't even turn around. So intent on blaming some random vagabond for the traffic that he didn't see the boulder, at least not until it was crushing his new Audi and all its occupants.

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ROGUE GIANTS ATTACK MUGGLES!
by Grisla Wellignton

Yesterday around noon a group of giants led by the giantess Fridwulfa attacked a packed road near Maidstone. They rained boulders down on the horseless carriages killing over fifty muggles and injuring a hundred more. Obliviators and aurors were on scene within the hour. The giants had already left apparently from boredom. The truth was contained and the muggle government is reporting it as an earthquake. Barty Crouch refused to comment on the late arrival of his aurors. Why did it take an hour to arrive at the location of a giant attack? Were the obliviators actually able to contain this or is our world at risk? How did the giants reach that close to London without being spotted? Are we really safe? Where will the giants attack next? We the people deserve to know the answers to these questions!

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30 May 1985

"John" Potter didn't know what was going on. His aunt brought him to these people to stay. They were leaving, that is as far as he understood. The "bobbies" arrived an hour ago to talk to the adults. They started screaming that they didn't want him and only knew him as "Potter" before he was ushered out of the house.

He took a car ride with the two uniformed adults. Picking up words along the way they had asked his name and the driver nearly crashed when he replied, "I am freak." That stopped the questions and he didn't understand the looks they gave each other. He instead watched out the car window. He had never been this far from home before.

An hour later he found himself sitting in an uncomfortable chair munching on a scone with a juice box. The adults were arguing in the hall and a lady walked in. She had long red hair, with freckles across her face. She took stock of him, his baggy clothes and his eating habits. He just watched her with his emerald eyes. She was a little blurry to him, but he didn't understand that she shouldn't be blurry.

"The Pattersons said your last name is Potter," she spoke kindly as she sat down across from him. "They weren't told your first name, and the officers said you didn't know?"

He shifted in his seat, was he in trouble again? His arm barely healed from the last time he was in trouble. He shook his head and figuring his food would get taken away, he stuffed over half of the scone into his mouth at once.

Her eyes widened in panic, "Don't do that, you need to take bites!"

He took a single bite and swallowed. His throat stretched obscenely to accommodate the large amount of food being stuffed down his oesophagus. The woman stood expecting the boy to start choking, yet the scone slid safely to his stomach. Shaking her head she noticed the body language of the boy for the first time, he was terrified of her. A sinking feeling settled in her gut.

"I'm going to call you John for now, is that okay?" He nodded. She had to set the tone differently. "You aren't in trouble John, would you like another scone or two?" His eyes shifted to the door then back to her. She could see he was squinting slightly, did he have poor eyesight? He nodded meekly before she stood from the table and went to the door. She returned from talking to someone in the hall and sat back down with a smile.

"How about we start over," she said. "Hello John, my name is Cynthia Weasley. I am a social worker here. Do you know what that means?" He shook his head like she thought he would, "That means I work with kids like you." There was a knock at the door, another young woman walked in, she was younger with short brown hair and glasses. She smiled at "John" and handed him a plate of scones.

His mouth dropped in surprise and Cynthia could tell he was trying to work out if all of these were for him. She thanked "Amy" and waited until she closed the door. "John, you don't get fed much at the Dursley home do you?" He shook his head and she knew that this boy would be heading to foster care.

Six hours later John Potter was asleep in the back of a car as it moved through traffic towards his new home in Cricklewood.

Much had changed for John through the years. The first year of his home he was bullied terribly. He was the youngest child there of seven. He hadn't been enrolled in reception like he should have been, so no school records existed. He had not been to a clinic either, so no medical records existed. He had an ugly lightning bolt shaped scar that didn't seem to ever heal either, right on his head above his right eye. It was just something else to be bullied for.

His parents died in a car crash, that much he knew from his aunt and uncle, then the rest of his family died in an earthquake. He was cursed, that much the other kids teased him for. Mr. and Mrs. Payne were nice enough, but didn't take a serious hands on approach to all the kids in their care. It happened one day when the oldest boy, Mark Stevens, pushed John down at the local park. He landed on a snakeden which snakes swarmed out of. The other kids all ran but Mark pointed and laughed.

John begged for help, but Mark only heard hissing, then as one all the snakes slithered towards Mark who wet himself from fright and ran. It was that day that John knew he could talk to Snakes. The den mother offered two of her hatchlings to go with John and protect him.

John named the two hatchlings after their colours. The male, Onyx, was black and the female, Rose, was red with brown markings. He hid them in his pockets as they were too small to wrap around any part of him.

From that day forward with the help of his first friends, he learned that being feared was better than being around those who pretended to be your friend. The other kids soon left him alone when bones broke or things flew across the room to hit them. Mr. and Mrs. Payne never saw anything.

Mark eventually left, as did two more of the older boys. A few people had shown interest in adoption of the kids, and over the next few years four of the kids had been adopted out. More foster kids always showed up though. John never bullied anyone, however he would make anyone who tried to bully others sorry. Onyx and Rose had grown in that time to about 60 cm in length, they weren't full grown yet, but were the size of a full grown adder. What the snakes and their human didn't know was that they were absorbing some of his magic, changing them into something else. The rodent population at the house was nonexistent. With their help John had free reign of information in the house. They heard almost everything, and were never seen.

He found that he loved to read, and school became boring for him. To keep his snakes safe he didn't take them to school with him, but even at school the bullies soon learned the folly of their way. John was never caught, but was blamed several times, with no evidence, for a bully being injured. Mr. Payne might have been oblivious to the goings on within the house, but he protected his dependents. He didn't have his law degree, but had studied before he joined the military in '41. He didn't allow the primary school to punish John unless they had evidence, which they never did. Bullies learned quickly to stay away from him.

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BOY WHO LIVED SPOTTED IN NORWICH!
by Rita Skeeter

Late last night a source who wishes to remain anonymous spotted the young Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, in Norwich. My source spotted the boy with dark hair, glasses, and green eyes, walking with a wizard in a dark cloak. He shook the boy's hand and thanked him for his deeds against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The boy was confused at first but told my source, "You're welcome." As everyone knows the magical shopping district in Norwich, Harper Alley, is about half the size as Diagon Alley. It is possible that whomever is caring for and training young Mr. Potter decided to shop in the less crowded shopping alley to prevent a crowd. By the time anyone else could get to greet the boy he and his guardian were gone by side along apparition. My source and others who spotted him from a distance say the boy looks healthy and fit for his young age. Perhaps we were right to trust Albus Dumbledore with our saviour's care. Time will only tell. For more sightings of the Boy Who Lived, see page 6.

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17 September 1988

Helena and Richard Granger were dentists. In '87 they finally opened their own dental clinic near Golders Hill. They had a daughter, Hermione Jean, who was an only child. They tried to provide her with a fun childhood, taking vacations every year and spending the weekends with her, but she was lonely. Every other month, Richard's mother would watch her on a Saturday and they would go into the office and help local foster homes by giving check ups for the kids.

Hermione sat in the second floor sitting room of her parent's clinic. It was a two story building that was once a home, it was converted into a clinic for their use. Normally her nana would watch her on these days, but she was sick. Which would mean she would miss Hermione's birthday party tomorrow. Her birthday was on Monday, but she would be in school that day. Instead she was sitting here reading The Two Towers which was the second book of the Lord of the Rings books.

The foster home her parents were taking care of today was all boys. They were loud and rowdy, which annoyed her to no end. Then a shadow fell over her, three large boys a few years older than her stood there, the middle one with a smirk. "What do we have here boys? Seems like a beaver face with a mop on its head!" The other two boys started laughing.

Why must they be so mean to me? I did nothing wrong to them! She thought to herself as the tears threatened to fall. The oldest grabbed her book, "Hey! Give that back!" She jumped up from her window nook. As he held the book from its binding above where she could reach.

"No, I don't think I will." He looked to the open fireplace that had a fire going. Like all fireplaces in London it was using smokeless coal. "How about I put this book where it belongs, in the fire!"

The tears started to fall as the other two boys grabbed her by her arms. "NO! Please no!"

"Oh beaver, you'll learn that books aren't for girls! You should learn to cook and cle—an instead!" He laughed to cover up his voice cracking.

Hermione was sobbing as he walked towards the fireplace. She couldn't let him burn that book! It was a gift from her grandpa before he died! It was a signed copy too! Something inside her built up, ready to be unleashed when a new voice sounded from the doorway. "What are you doing Arthur?" The big boy froze as if he looked into Medusa's eyes. The boys holding her let go and stepped away from her in fear.

She looked to see a boy around her height standing against the frame. He had round glasses with emerald eyes and black unruly hair. He stood there with his arms across his chest looking at the big boy, Arthur, intently.

"I asked you, what are you doing?" He spoke again. Hermione couldn't help but stare at him. There was something about him that drew her attention, his mere presence commanded her attention. He pushed off the frame and stalked forward. The two boys that held her in place started to move towards the door but stopped when he turned his head and stared at them. "Don't move." Looking back at Arthur he stopped next to her.

Arthur was looking between them and the fireplace, wondering if he could get the book into the fire. Finally he decided and turned to face them with his back to the fireplace. "Whatcha gonna do Potter?" He said with a sneer. "Gonna kiss her now? Gonna go play with her barbies? Just piss off Potter." He obviously was feeling confident with his friends behind them.

Hermione gasped. What a crass thing to say to someone. The boy next to her sighed. "I've warned you Arthur." Then he started hissing. Her eyes widened as a black snake weaved its way out of his jumper next to his head, twisted and looked at the big boy and hissed at him.

"I'm telling Mrs. Payne on you Potter!" He tossed the book at the fire and ran from the room, the other two boys hot on his heels.

"NO!" Hermione yelled and fell to her knees crying at her lost book. A sudden crash was heard but she didn't pay attention.

"Excuse me," the boy tried to get her to stop crying. "I saved your book." Her head snapped up in surprise. He was kneeling in front of her with the book, untouched by the flames in his hand. His eyes rose to look at his eyes, but drifted to the black snake that was staring at her. This close she could see that it was black, but had a dark grey zigzag pattern. The red eye gave it away as a common adder. "This is Onyx. He likes you."

"What?" She wasn't feeling very articulate right now. "You understand him?"

He nodded, "I have been able to talk to snakes for as long as I can remember." He sat down getting off his knees. "My name is John, John Potter." He held out his right hand, keeping the unburnt book in his left.

She smiled and shook his hand, "Hermione Granger, a pleasure to meet you," she giggled before stopping herself in horror. Where did that come from? "I like your snake too, thank you for saving my book. It was the last gift my grandfather gave me before he died."

He smiled as he handed her the book. "It is a good book, I liked The Chronicles of Narnia better though." The snake, Onyx, slithered out of his jumper and down to her arm. She held her hand out as the snake slithered up her arm.

"He is so warm, I didn't know that about snakes."

"They like the warmth. Onyx and his sister Rose usually stay at home when we are out, but Onyx wanted to come with us today. Rose is back at the home getting a den ready under my floor boards for the winter." There was a hissing when John's demeanour changed. "Mrs. Payne is coming. Can you hide him for me?"

She nodded and let the snake slither under her jumper to hide. He wrapped himself around her waist without hurting her. It was a weird feeling that didn't bother her as she thought about it. The woman from the foster home stormed in with Hermione's mother. "John Potter!" She started. "What have I told you about your snakes?"

He stood up helping Hermione to her own feet. Her mom took stock of her tear stained face and the book that was between them as she entered. Her eyes narrowed at John as well, her fear of snakes kicking into high gear.

"Not to bring them out of the home. I don't have either of them on me, you can check." He held up his arms away from him prepared for the woman to search him. "Arthur, Mike, and Stephen were teasing Hermione here. Arthur tried to throw her book into the fireplace but I saved it."

He delivered the facts and didn't embellish at all. "Is this true Hermione?" Her mother asked her.

Hermione nodded and went into what her parents called her explanation mode, "I was reading in my nook when the three boys came in and said some mean things. The big one took my book and threatened to throw it into the fire. The other two grabbed my arms when I tried to get my book back." She looked at John, "John came in and told them to leave me alone. They let go of me but Arthur taunted John saying he was going to play with my barbies, I don't even have barbies! Then he tossed my book at the fireplace and ran. He must have missed it because it wasn't burned."

John had an impressed look on his face as he watched her spin her tale. Mrs. Payne came over and felt his pockets and body for the snake that wasn't there. She stood up and looked at him hard, as if judging him. "Very well John, Arthur will be punished when we get back to the house. Doctor Granger, I am so sorry that my boys did this."

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Doctor Helena Granger was all for telling the lady that she could find a new dentistry when she saw the pleading look on her daughter's face. She had apparently made a friend, and the mother didn't want to break them apart, "Just make sure those three boys are supervised from now on please? No one was hurt, except the boys running down the stairs."

Mrs. Payne sighed in relief and left after apologising again. Hermione watched as her mother turned back after watching the woman leave the room. She walked over and sat down in one of the three chairs that faced the fireplace. "Hermione—," she stopped speaking as she noticed what the girl was doing. Hermione was absently stroking something at her waist. "What is under your jumper young lady?" Both kids stiffened.

Hermione dropped her hand to her side. "Uh, well—" She never could lie to her or Richard.

"That would be my fault ma'am," John took the lead. Helena continued to look at the two, waiting for them to talk. "My pet goes almost everywhere with me. He has taken a liking to Miss Granger here." He closed his green eyes for a moment then hissed.

The snake, a black adder if she was correct, slithered its way out of Hermione's jumper up and around her neck, then draped itself over her shoulders while rubbing its head against her cheek. She giggled-her daughter actually giggled-and the snake was acting odd. She had never heard of a snake acting like this when the boy hissed again and the snake moved to his hand and up his arm.

"Mr. Potter, can you, uh— can you speak to that snake?" She had a massive fear of snakes, but something was odd about this.

The boy was stiff and there was something in his eyes, was it fear? He nodded slowly, "I always have."

"His name is Onyx mum!" Hermione added as she pet the snake who seemed to be acting more like a puppy than anything.

The doctor sat and thought about what to do. This is abnormal, but the look of hope on her daughter's face had her holding her tongue to think harder. Hermione had done her share of odd things too, perhaps this was just a skill of some sort. Why did it have to be snakes? "Okay, keep him hidden please. I have to go check on two more boys, you two behave up here. Do you understand?"

John nodded his consent as Hermione piped up, "Yes mum." The two went to the window with the snake between them. She looked down to the little coffee table to see her daughter's copy of The Two Towers sitting there. A small smile graced her lips as she looked back at her daughter and the boy, the snake was sitting across both of their laps in the sun coming through the window. Richard had no problems with snakes, perhaps she would give this a chance.

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30 June 1991

Hermione was sad and happy at the same time. She had received her letter of invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry last year on her birthday, which explained so much about the strange things going on around her. Professor McGonagall would be coming on Saturday to fetch her and the other muggleborns to go shopping for their school supplies!

Today though her father was picking up her best friend to treat him to a day at the zoo. It was announced recently that the London Zoo would be closing. Many people started flocking to the zoo to show support to keep it open. Her parents decided that a visit was warranted, just in case it closed. Hermione was excited, John would be joining them and he was bringing both Rose and Onyx with him. Onyx had taken a liking to her, and usually during the summer months would stay with her. Once a month for the last year they had John over for a day on the weekend. She knew there were problems at the home, the government limited the number of kids a foster home could have, and that meant less money. Mr. Payne had to get a job, and at his age that wasn't much.

She was afraid her friend would have to move away. Considering she was going to be going to school for ten months of the year, they would be relying on letters to stay friends, which was going to be hard. He didn't say much about his feelings or anything for that matter, she did most of the talking. He was attentive though, and when talking about books he had read, he could be very talkative.

As it was, she couldn't tell him where she was going to school, just that it was in Scotland and a boarding school. She decided to wait until after their zoo trip. Today is going to be so much fun! Can't wait till the reptile house! Her father had taken a liking to the two snakes when John brought them over. Her mum on the other hand stayed in her sewing room. At times she felt like she could understand the hisses from John or the snakes, but that was just her imagination. She wished she could really understand and speak to them.

"We're here!" Her dad shouted from downstairs. She bolted from her room and down the stairs.

"John!" She exclaimed as she ran to meet him. She was about to give him one of her bone crushing arms when two snakes started slithering out of the sleeves to his shirt.

"Rose that tickles!" He laughed as the red snake came out of his left sleeve. He rarely laughed, she noticed, and he always seemed to relax around her and her parents. Onyx meanwhile landed on the floor and flicked his tongue out at her dad who had a bemused look on his face.

Both snakes stilled then moved fast towards the kitchen. Hermione was concerned at their weird behaviour when a sudden shriek brought her to focus, "MOUSE!" Her mother yelled, quickly followed by a louder, "JOHN POTTER!"

The three of them entered the kitchen to find her mum on a chair while the snakes were entering a small hole near the pantry door into the wall. "Helena?" Her dad asked concerned while going to her to help her down.

"A m— mouse ran across the floor then the snakes chased after it," she was almost in tears. Hermione knew if there was one thing her mum hated more than snakes, it was rodents.

"Sorry Mrs. Granger, Onyx smelled the mouse and they both took off before I could stop them." He then smirked, "You won't have any rodents in the house by the time we return from the zoo though."

Hermione knew he was right, but there was something in his tone she didn't like completely, like he was rubbing her mum's nose in her fear. She was about to give him an ear full when her mum chuckled, "Yes, that is true dear. It's been almost three years and I've still not gotten used to your friends."

He was back to his polite self, "It's okay Ma'am." He held out a hand for her mother to grab as her dad was holding onto her other side as she stepped off the chair. "Onyx likes your family, he'd stay here all year if you'd like. Not sure about after Hermione goes to school though," he said quietly.

She had heard her parents talking about John in the last few months. She never heard the whole conversation, just snippets about him and his living situation. "We will cross that bridge when we come to it. Onyx and Rose are both welcome here, just make sure they don't sneak up on me please?"

John and Hermione both smiled at that, "Yes Ma'am."

The two snakes stayed behind to de-rodent the house while the humans went to the zoo. The kids had a blast, as the zoo had thousands of animals. Hermione loved stopping and reading all the information about each one.

The two of them had fun in each section of the zoo, but the highlight was the reptile house. There they found many species of snakes, all of which John could understand and converse with. John wanted to free them, but many of the snakes seemed happy with their lives, they were fed and not hunted. Hermione pointed out the sign that they were bred here, so they figured the snakes didn't know anything else and wouldn't survive in the wild for very long.

When they had first walked in, Hermione thought she heard whispers from the cages, but it must have been the crowds, because she didn't hear anything as they got closer. At the iguanas and other lizards, they found that John's ability had a nuance. While he got a reaction out of the other reptiles, they didn't speak in anything John could understand.

Her father suggested that perhaps the other reptiles spoke a different language, much like French or Spanish. They could hear John speak, but didn't understand him nor he them. That made sense to the two children, one who spoke a little French from their vacations to France.

The rest of the day was a blur, between the aquarium and outback they ate lunch and ended their adventure in the rainforest. On the drive home Hermione fell asleep, not seeing that her head landed on John's shoulder. She didn't see the smile that formed on his face as he watched her sleep on him. Her mother did though, and she felt that they would need to do something to keep these two together. She and Richard would be having some long talks this summer.

31 August 1991

Hermione had several books open around her as she was comparing things she was seeing in them. In front of her was The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, to her right open on the table was Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century and to her left was Modern Magical History.

She got her books last month and started with her text books, then asked her parents to go back to Diagon Alley last week to get some more books on recent history and the world in general. She saw John for the last time this summer two weeks ago. Onyx had reluctantly gone home with John having spent six weeks with her. Her mum was finally coming around to having Onyx around as long as she announced where he was in the house. She felt that Onyx understood her speaking English, but she really wanted to talk to him.

That was until she started reading books. A person who can speak to snakes is called a Parselmouth, they speak the magical language of the snakes called Parseltongue. She read it outloud as she was the only one home at the moment, "It can't be learned or taught, but some "experts" believe that one could mimic the hissing sound. However they wouldn't know what they are saying if they are saying anything at all."

"John must be a wizard," she had shown her parents last week before going to Diagon Alley for more books. "Why didn't he say anything?" They had told her that perhaps he didn't know, and that he might be on the train with her.

Now however she was seeing more dots and connecting them. She spoke aloud as she was taking notes, "Parents killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, sent to live with family hidden, has a lighting bolt scar," she circled that point. "Green eyes and black hair," she continued on with each fact about Harry Potter she could find. Several of the descriptions about him matched John perfectly. Could John Potter really be Harry Potter?

The next day she was pushing her trolley across the platforms at King's Cross. It took them about a half an hour to drive here and another fifteen minutes to find a place to park. With her trunk on the trolley she led her parents down to the place that Professor McGonagall showed them in July.

They arrived at the pillar between platforms nine and ten just as the clock showed it was a quarter past ten. She stood, determined to prove herself. Everything she had read, everything she had learned, she would change the world one day. "Are you ready luv?" Her father asked. She nodded, planted her feet then moved briskly towards the pillar like Professor McGonagall showed them.

After passing the barrier she stood before a scarlet and gold steam engine. She had read up on old steam engines and identified this as the 4-6-0 Hall Class steam locomotive. "Would you look at that?" Her mum said behind her. A sign overhead read "Hogwarts Express, Eleven o'clock." Hermione looked behind her to see her parents standing before a wrought-iron archway.

She grinned, "Let's go!" They made their way down the platform. She was glad she had put her robes on before coming, as her parents stood out like sore thumbs. She would have them go pick up robes for their next trip here. Smoke from the locomotive drifted over everyone's heads. All around a sea of students and parents walked around. Owls made a racket as they hooted to one another over the sounds of heavy trunks scraping on the ground. She was glad that they paid the extra for wheels on her trunk. Snippets of conversations reached her ears.

Two young girls were with their parents, one with long shiny black hair and the other with the same long hair but blonde. The black hair one looked about her age in plain black Hogwarts robes and the other, a smaller girl in red robes, talked to their parents. "I'll see you during the Yule holiday Stori," she was telling her younger sister. The little girl hugged her sister while she cried.

Another family, a boy with platinum blonde hair and his parents stood watching everyone. As she and her parents passed by she could hear the father sneer, "The wrong sort Draco, make sure you steer clear."

She didn't let that deter her though, she was determined. They reached the end of the train which wasn't very full yet judging by the number of empty windows. Her dad locked the wheels to the trolley as her mum hugged her. "Promise to write, my little owl?"

Hermione nodded, "I will mum, I promise." Her dad got her trunk off the trolley then took his turn hugging her. "I love you both."

"I'll help you get your trunk onto the train," he dad said. Once it was up the steps she hugged each parent again and gave them a sad but determined smile.

"I'll be back, just going to find a compartment." They nodded as she set off down the train. Children of all ages were filling the train. Compartments of colour trimmed robes, all four houses. She found a compartment with a single boy with messy black hair looking down. His trunk was already on the rack but she couldn't see his face. She was about to continue on when she noticed his plain black robes move in a familiar fashion. Throwing the door open she saw the emerald eyes of her best friend stare at her in confusion, she did look different with her robes on of course. "Hello John, or should I say Harry Potter?"

His eyes widened in recognition and surprise, "Hermione?"

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