~*TO THE ENDS OF TIME*~
Chapter Four-Diagon Alley
Hermione Granger stood outside the entrance to The Leaky Cauldron, just looking at it. From the way the letter described it, Diagon Alley was a beautiful wizarding street, but this was just a dirty old pub. A creaky shutter held a sign that seemed to almost be falling off of its hinges, and the name The Leaky Cauldron seemed like it hadn't been painted in a thousand years. As she surveyed the shabby looking shack, she thought that it must be a joke by Evette or her friends, this couldn't be the place. She looked behind her at her parents, and then realized that they weren't there. They hadn't stopped and were walking down the street, now only a spec on the horizon.
"Mum, dad, get over here!" yelled Hermione as loud as she could. They noticed her at once and quickly turned back to come over to her.
"Hermione, what are you looking at?" he mum asked. She walked over to her daughter, and her dad followed suit.
"The shop of course, the Leaky Cauldron, didn't you notice it? I guess that makes sense, it's not hard to miss," replied Hermione. Her parents looked back at her skeptically, or maybe they thought she was crazy, Hermione wasn't sure.
"Herm, there's nothing there. It's all boarded up, there's not even a door on that building, let alone a sign. Are you sure you're not seeing things?" asked her dad. Hermione was sure she saw the building in front of her, and then realized that maybe there was real magic in her, if she could see something no one else could see.
"Well, let's just try this and if it's not the place then we can keep looking," she said. She walked into the pub and was completly amazed with what she saw. The walls were old and stained, but completly clean, and there was an air of comfort in the old place. Unusual looking men and women were sitting at the bar, which had a menu hanging over it that had drinks with names like Butterbeer.
"Wow, this is amazing," said Hermione's dad. An old wizard pointed at him and muttered muggles under his breath. Hermione didn't know what he meant in the slightest. "I'm sorry Hermione, but I really didn't believe that this was true. I made an appointment with a man who needed an emergancy root canal today. I'll have to call and cancel on him," explained Hermione's dad as he pulled out his cell phone. "What the..."
Hermione looked at the phone. The normal screen was completly black, and the phone was making all sorts of funny noises. Hermione didn't know what was going on, and was suprised when she saw an old man with a long with beard and half moon spectacles.
"Excuse me mister, but I can tell you what is wrong with your cell phone. This is a magical community, any muggle contraptions won't work here," said the man.
"Excuse me sir, but who are you?" asked Mrs. Granger. The man smiled.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And unless I am very mistaken, you have a daughter that is going to be a frist year," said Dumbledore, shaking everyone's hand.
"Why yes, this is Hermione. She is eleven. I'm sorry Mr. Dumbledore, but we didn't believe that this school was real. Do you think you can explain things a little bit?" asked Mr. Granger.
"Sure, I can do that. And I will. But you must understand, for security reasons, we can't have a lot of students running around Diagon Alley. I will explain everything on the way, but right now we have to wait for the rest of the students that will be coming today. Ah, and there is Mr. Draco Malfoy right now," said Dumbledore, walking over to a boy that had just come out from the fireplace. Hermione realized that she had about a half hour to wait for more students to come. She quickly went over to the bar and ordered herself a butterbear.
***
"Mum, but I want this book!" exclaimed Tiffany. Lily sighed and picked it up.
"Witch Beauty-Bewitch Your Friends and Yourself! This doesn't seem like the right thing for a nine year old to read. Go put it back." said Lily. It was hard enough to take five children to Diagon Alley without one begging for something new every second.
"But Mum, I want it now!" said Tiffany.
"Why don't I get you a nice pair of pink dress robes?" asked Lily.
"I'm going to go ask Daddy!' said Tiffany. "Where is he?"
"He's talking to Professor Dumbledore." said Lily. "Do you want those dress robes or not?"
"Ok, where's Harry?" asked Tiffany.
"Quality Quidditch Supplies, with the Weasleys. I haven't the slightest idea why he's there, you just got your new broomsticks last week!" said Lily.
"Ok Mommy, let's go," said Tiffany. Lily looked at her and then sighed.
"Tiff, you still have the book in your hand. Put it down sweetheart!" said Lily. Defeated, Tiffany set the book down, not realizing that she had set it in someone else's bag...
***
"Hermione, are you done shopping?" asked Dumbledore.
"Why yes, headmaster," said Hermione, picking up her bag. She was the last one of the group to get done, she had picked out a lot of extra reading books that weren't on the list. The other members of the group, especailly Draco Malfoy, seemed quite mad.
"Okay, well let's leave then!" exclaimed Malfoy. "And then maybe I can get away from your horrible hair!" he said in an undertone so that only Hermione could hear him.
"Wait, there's someone here that I would like for you to meet. This is James Potter, the Minister of Magic." he said quite casually. Hermione almost dropped her bag.
"Why, hello, Mr. Potter, Mr. Minister, sir," she said. Dumbledore had told her how important he was.
"No, don't say that. Call me James." he said, extending his hand.
"Ok...James," she said. It sounded weird for her to call a grown up, especailly one as important as the Minister of Magic, by his first name. Dumbledore started to speak again, but Malfoy cut him off.
"Wait, if James Potter is here, then his children must be here also, and if they are here, then the Blacks and Lupins and those horrible Weasleys must be here too, and you said that no one was allowed to be here without supervision of the headmaster!" exclaimed Malfoy, delighted that he my have found a way to get Harry in trouble. He felt someone tap his shoulder.
"Excuse me Mr. Malfoy, but I think that us horrible Weasleys and the rest of us are here because of high ranking positions in the ministry," said Mr. Weasley, walking up to Dumbledore and shaking his hand. "Great to see you again Albus. How are the plans for school security going?"
"I told you, Hogwarts is a place for education, and I will not have those horrible dementors or any other type of guard that that will make Hogwarts a place that is not fun for the students." said Dumbledore. Mr. Weasley's smile fell a bit from his face.
"Your students need protection, and you need to think of something," said Mr. Weasley. Hermione was a little scared that someone would argue with professor Dumbledore, he was so brilliant.
"We will be using dragons at the entrances. Hagrid will take care of them," said Dumbledore, with a tone in his voice that clearly said this conversation is over. Then his tone changed as he looked over at Hermione."I was just talking to your parents, they told me that they wanted to go on vacation the week before you went to school. Then I was talking to James here. He has two children your age and enough space in his house to let you stay and then depart for school with them. Would you like that?" asked Dumbledore. Hermione smiled.
"Yeah, I would like that a lot," said Hermione. "So, I guess now we can go and get the rest of our things."
***
Hermione pulled out the bags with her books. It was a few days before she was going to leave for the Potters house, and she had memorized most of them. All she had left was "A Valuable History of the Magic of the Early 16th Century." Hermione reached down into her bag to discover not one but two books. She took them out and saw a witch beauty book. Fascinated, she picked it up and started to read.
A/N-Can you imagine Hermione being totally fashion oriented? Well, she won't be too much different, I promise. Sorry it took me so long. I have to do this thing called school, and it's not very interesting. I would much rather spend my time writing fan-fic. Unfortunatly, my teachers don't see it that way.
Disclaimer-I own what I own and that's all that I own.
Chapter Four-Diagon Alley
Hermione Granger stood outside the entrance to The Leaky Cauldron, just looking at it. From the way the letter described it, Diagon Alley was a beautiful wizarding street, but this was just a dirty old pub. A creaky shutter held a sign that seemed to almost be falling off of its hinges, and the name The Leaky Cauldron seemed like it hadn't been painted in a thousand years. As she surveyed the shabby looking shack, she thought that it must be a joke by Evette or her friends, this couldn't be the place. She looked behind her at her parents, and then realized that they weren't there. They hadn't stopped and were walking down the street, now only a spec on the horizon.
"Mum, dad, get over here!" yelled Hermione as loud as she could. They noticed her at once and quickly turned back to come over to her.
"Hermione, what are you looking at?" he mum asked. She walked over to her daughter, and her dad followed suit.
"The shop of course, the Leaky Cauldron, didn't you notice it? I guess that makes sense, it's not hard to miss," replied Hermione. Her parents looked back at her skeptically, or maybe they thought she was crazy, Hermione wasn't sure.
"Herm, there's nothing there. It's all boarded up, there's not even a door on that building, let alone a sign. Are you sure you're not seeing things?" asked her dad. Hermione was sure she saw the building in front of her, and then realized that maybe there was real magic in her, if she could see something no one else could see.
"Well, let's just try this and if it's not the place then we can keep looking," she said. She walked into the pub and was completly amazed with what she saw. The walls were old and stained, but completly clean, and there was an air of comfort in the old place. Unusual looking men and women were sitting at the bar, which had a menu hanging over it that had drinks with names like Butterbeer.
"Wow, this is amazing," said Hermione's dad. An old wizard pointed at him and muttered muggles under his breath. Hermione didn't know what he meant in the slightest. "I'm sorry Hermione, but I really didn't believe that this was true. I made an appointment with a man who needed an emergancy root canal today. I'll have to call and cancel on him," explained Hermione's dad as he pulled out his cell phone. "What the..."
Hermione looked at the phone. The normal screen was completly black, and the phone was making all sorts of funny noises. Hermione didn't know what was going on, and was suprised when she saw an old man with a long with beard and half moon spectacles.
"Excuse me mister, but I can tell you what is wrong with your cell phone. This is a magical community, any muggle contraptions won't work here," said the man.
"Excuse me sir, but who are you?" asked Mrs. Granger. The man smiled.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And unless I am very mistaken, you have a daughter that is going to be a frist year," said Dumbledore, shaking everyone's hand.
"Why yes, this is Hermione. She is eleven. I'm sorry Mr. Dumbledore, but we didn't believe that this school was real. Do you think you can explain things a little bit?" asked Mr. Granger.
"Sure, I can do that. And I will. But you must understand, for security reasons, we can't have a lot of students running around Diagon Alley. I will explain everything on the way, but right now we have to wait for the rest of the students that will be coming today. Ah, and there is Mr. Draco Malfoy right now," said Dumbledore, walking over to a boy that had just come out from the fireplace. Hermione realized that she had about a half hour to wait for more students to come. She quickly went over to the bar and ordered herself a butterbear.
***
"Mum, but I want this book!" exclaimed Tiffany. Lily sighed and picked it up.
"Witch Beauty-Bewitch Your Friends and Yourself! This doesn't seem like the right thing for a nine year old to read. Go put it back." said Lily. It was hard enough to take five children to Diagon Alley without one begging for something new every second.
"But Mum, I want it now!" said Tiffany.
"Why don't I get you a nice pair of pink dress robes?" asked Lily.
"I'm going to go ask Daddy!' said Tiffany. "Where is he?"
"He's talking to Professor Dumbledore." said Lily. "Do you want those dress robes or not?"
"Ok, where's Harry?" asked Tiffany.
"Quality Quidditch Supplies, with the Weasleys. I haven't the slightest idea why he's there, you just got your new broomsticks last week!" said Lily.
"Ok Mommy, let's go," said Tiffany. Lily looked at her and then sighed.
"Tiff, you still have the book in your hand. Put it down sweetheart!" said Lily. Defeated, Tiffany set the book down, not realizing that she had set it in someone else's bag...
***
"Hermione, are you done shopping?" asked Dumbledore.
"Why yes, headmaster," said Hermione, picking up her bag. She was the last one of the group to get done, she had picked out a lot of extra reading books that weren't on the list. The other members of the group, especailly Draco Malfoy, seemed quite mad.
"Okay, well let's leave then!" exclaimed Malfoy. "And then maybe I can get away from your horrible hair!" he said in an undertone so that only Hermione could hear him.
"Wait, there's someone here that I would like for you to meet. This is James Potter, the Minister of Magic." he said quite casually. Hermione almost dropped her bag.
"Why, hello, Mr. Potter, Mr. Minister, sir," she said. Dumbledore had told her how important he was.
"No, don't say that. Call me James." he said, extending his hand.
"Ok...James," she said. It sounded weird for her to call a grown up, especailly one as important as the Minister of Magic, by his first name. Dumbledore started to speak again, but Malfoy cut him off.
"Wait, if James Potter is here, then his children must be here also, and if they are here, then the Blacks and Lupins and those horrible Weasleys must be here too, and you said that no one was allowed to be here without supervision of the headmaster!" exclaimed Malfoy, delighted that he my have found a way to get Harry in trouble. He felt someone tap his shoulder.
"Excuse me Mr. Malfoy, but I think that us horrible Weasleys and the rest of us are here because of high ranking positions in the ministry," said Mr. Weasley, walking up to Dumbledore and shaking his hand. "Great to see you again Albus. How are the plans for school security going?"
"I told you, Hogwarts is a place for education, and I will not have those horrible dementors or any other type of guard that that will make Hogwarts a place that is not fun for the students." said Dumbledore. Mr. Weasley's smile fell a bit from his face.
"Your students need protection, and you need to think of something," said Mr. Weasley. Hermione was a little scared that someone would argue with professor Dumbledore, he was so brilliant.
"We will be using dragons at the entrances. Hagrid will take care of them," said Dumbledore, with a tone in his voice that clearly said this conversation is over. Then his tone changed as he looked over at Hermione."I was just talking to your parents, they told me that they wanted to go on vacation the week before you went to school. Then I was talking to James here. He has two children your age and enough space in his house to let you stay and then depart for school with them. Would you like that?" asked Dumbledore. Hermione smiled.
"Yeah, I would like that a lot," said Hermione. "So, I guess now we can go and get the rest of our things."
***
Hermione pulled out the bags with her books. It was a few days before she was going to leave for the Potters house, and she had memorized most of them. All she had left was "A Valuable History of the Magic of the Early 16th Century." Hermione reached down into her bag to discover not one but two books. She took them out and saw a witch beauty book. Fascinated, she picked it up and started to read.
A/N-Can you imagine Hermione being totally fashion oriented? Well, she won't be too much different, I promise. Sorry it took me so long. I have to do this thing called school, and it's not very interesting. I would much rather spend my time writing fan-fic. Unfortunatly, my teachers don't see it that way.
Disclaimer-I own what I own and that's all that I own.