Disclaimer: All characters in this story are the property of that wonderful
woman, J.K.Rowling, who gave back literature to children.
Friends
She was used to people ignoring her. They heard what she had to say, and dismissed her immediately as a show-off.
Her parents had always insisted from her earliest youth that they loved her more than anything in the world and it showed too. They protected her and answered her many, many questions. They were the only people who accepted that she was different.
She always knew she was different, from the age of about four. Despite her logic and intelligence, she always held faith in fantasy, in the fairies, magic and strange beasts that one only found in books such as Peter Pan, The Hobbit, The Phoenix and the Carpet, The Lion and the Witch in the Wardrobe, The Dark is Rising, The Lord of the Rings. All these she devoured again and again throughout her childhood.
However, her parents were the only people who ever accepted her, her school reports more often than not said things like, "...a very precocious child, showing – on occasions – slightly unusual tendencies."
The children in her primary school classes could not accept her, and she found it difficult to make friends. They teased her, calling her names like "freak". Yes, freak was their favourite.
So, she had stuck to her stories, to the worlds where good always triumphed over evil in the end, where she could be anywhere she wished in the blink of an eyelash. Where she could be Wendy flying towards Neverland, Lucy, falling through the wardrobe into Narnia, where she could take Frodo's place in his quest to destroy the one ring.
And then the letter came.
It fell innocently through the letterbox and turned her world upside down. Life turned into a windwhirl of visits from strange people wearing robes and shopping for spellbooks, cauldrons and wands.
She stepped on the Hogwarts Express knowing that it was where her destiny lay; she was going to make something of myself if she died trying.
"Hmmm" said the hat as it sat on her head. She jumped. "Studious, aren't you? Definite hint of Ravenclaw. But not afraid to stand up for what you believe in. There are great things ahead of you, no doubt. Strange, you'd fit well into any of the houses really. But no, you're brave – braver than most who've been sorted by me. You'll willingly die for anyone you love. You are undoubtedly only fit for GRYFFINDOR."
The first few weeks were amazing for her. She didn't have any special friends...yet.
Then, there was the unfortunate Halloween night. Halloween, a magical time from the beginning to the end of the world, a time when magic comes out to play.
A chance remark from one Ronald Weasley confirmed what she had already started to believe. Hogwarts was no different from primary school.
She cried for hours, it went dark outside. Then the troll entered. She screamed as she saw it towering above her. It smashed a couple of the sinks in the bathroom. Then it started towards her.
She didn't really realize what had gone on until she found herself standing at the portrait hole saying "thanks" to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Next morning she got up and went down to the breakfast table feeling slightly dejected. Harry and Ron would have forgotten about her, people always did.
She was just buttering her toast when someone sat down next to her and opposite her. She looked up.
"Hi" said Harry Potter with a grin.
"Hi" added Ron Weasley.
Hermione Granger smiled. She had found her friends, "Hi."
A/N: R&R
Friends
She was used to people ignoring her. They heard what she had to say, and dismissed her immediately as a show-off.
Her parents had always insisted from her earliest youth that they loved her more than anything in the world and it showed too. They protected her and answered her many, many questions. They were the only people who accepted that she was different.
She always knew she was different, from the age of about four. Despite her logic and intelligence, she always held faith in fantasy, in the fairies, magic and strange beasts that one only found in books such as Peter Pan, The Hobbit, The Phoenix and the Carpet, The Lion and the Witch in the Wardrobe, The Dark is Rising, The Lord of the Rings. All these she devoured again and again throughout her childhood.
However, her parents were the only people who ever accepted her, her school reports more often than not said things like, "...a very precocious child, showing – on occasions – slightly unusual tendencies."
The children in her primary school classes could not accept her, and she found it difficult to make friends. They teased her, calling her names like "freak". Yes, freak was their favourite.
So, she had stuck to her stories, to the worlds where good always triumphed over evil in the end, where she could be anywhere she wished in the blink of an eyelash. Where she could be Wendy flying towards Neverland, Lucy, falling through the wardrobe into Narnia, where she could take Frodo's place in his quest to destroy the one ring.
And then the letter came.
It fell innocently through the letterbox and turned her world upside down. Life turned into a windwhirl of visits from strange people wearing robes and shopping for spellbooks, cauldrons and wands.
She stepped on the Hogwarts Express knowing that it was where her destiny lay; she was going to make something of myself if she died trying.
"Hmmm" said the hat as it sat on her head. She jumped. "Studious, aren't you? Definite hint of Ravenclaw. But not afraid to stand up for what you believe in. There are great things ahead of you, no doubt. Strange, you'd fit well into any of the houses really. But no, you're brave – braver than most who've been sorted by me. You'll willingly die for anyone you love. You are undoubtedly only fit for GRYFFINDOR."
The first few weeks were amazing for her. She didn't have any special friends...yet.
Then, there was the unfortunate Halloween night. Halloween, a magical time from the beginning to the end of the world, a time when magic comes out to play.
A chance remark from one Ronald Weasley confirmed what she had already started to believe. Hogwarts was no different from primary school.
She cried for hours, it went dark outside. Then the troll entered. She screamed as she saw it towering above her. It smashed a couple of the sinks in the bathroom. Then it started towards her.
She didn't really realize what had gone on until she found herself standing at the portrait hole saying "thanks" to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Next morning she got up and went down to the breakfast table feeling slightly dejected. Harry and Ron would have forgotten about her, people always did.
She was just buttering her toast when someone sat down next to her and opposite her. She looked up.
"Hi" said Harry Potter with a grin.
"Hi" added Ron Weasley.
Hermione Granger smiled. She had found her friends, "Hi."
A/N: R&R
