Chapter Three

"Oh," I said. "So Hermione what school do you go to?"

"Hogwarts," she said.

"I went there," I said.

"Oh you did when?" Hermione asked.

"When I was a kid," I joked.

"I mean about what time?" she asked.

"Umm like twenty years ago," I said anxious to change the subject. "Is Dumbledore still headmaster?"

"Yes," she said.

"What year are you in sixth or sevenths?"

"Seventh."

"Tell me about what you do in school and stuff."

"Well the typical school stuff," Hermione told me.

"Have you read 'Hogwarts, A History'?" I asked.

"Oh yes I love that book," Hermione said.

"Your dad did too," I said. "He always was talking about the history of the school."

"Did you know that the ceiling," she said and I finished with her "is enchanted to look like the night sky."

"I love the part about the Chamber of Secrets. I would love to know if that's real."

"It is."

"How do you know?"

"Harry and Ron have been in it."

"Oh," I said. "I heard the Triwizard Tournament happened."

"Yeah, Harry was in that," Hermione said.

"Is there anything you guys don't do?" I asked jokingly.

"We have done a lot," Hermione said. You said you went to school about twenty years ago. Did you go with James Potter and Lily Evans?"

"Yes they were in my year," I said. "So what house are you in?"

"Gryffindor," she said proudly.

"So was I, but your father was in Ravenclaw."

"If you went with James and Lily then you went with Severus Snape too," Hermione said.

"Yeah I did, slimy git," I said.

"He teaches Potions now," Hermione told me.

"Wow," I said. We both had started to loosen up now. I paid the bill and we made our way back to my house, which was in the country. I hoped she would like it there.

HERMIONE'S POV

I got into the car with my new mum. I loved her car. It was a silver Porche. It looked like we were going out toward the country. I loved the country. I had lived in the city with my other parents. It is so hard for me to believe that they had kidnapped me. I was taken from my real mother. I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't been taken from her. I probably still would have known Harry because I still would have gotten sorted into Gryffindor. I might have been a little less different. Madeline seems really cool.

We pulled into a long drive and at the beginning was a huge gate with MW at the top. The driveway had to me a half mile long. Then I saw it. A house three stories tall. It was huge a gigantic mansion. It looked like a castle. It had to be like a million square feet.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"What?" Madeline asked me.

"This place is huge!" I said. "Wait till I tell Ron and Harry about this. I know where they will want to spend the summers."

"Invite them over," I said. "You can use my owl I don't mind having them for the rest of the summer."

"Ron can most likely make it but Harry may have a harder time," I said.

"Why?" asked Madeline.

"Well," I said. She seemed trustworthy but I had to ask her something. "Are you a supporter of Voldemort?"

"No," Madeline said. "Your father and I are both muggle borns."

"Okay then I guess I could tell you," I said. So I gave her the short version on why Harry might have to stay with the Durselys.

"Oh," Madeline said. "I have the Fidelius Charm on my house."