Hermione Granger woke up on the third week of the holidays. She had gotten Harry's letter and hoped that he was all right, she had not heard from him since he sent the message, two weeks ago to the day. Today was when she would return to England from Tokyo. She quickly got dressed and headed out into the living room of the hotel the Grangers were staying in. She had packed the night before and so was ready to leave as soon as her parents were ready. She sat down on a large, square pillow and turned on the TV. 'Cartoons, cartoons, cartoons, Iron Chef, cartoons, cartoo..yuck, cartoons.. Sheesh, three hundred channels and they're all cartoons or disgusting cartoons' Hermione thought as she scrolled though the channels. She flicked off the TV and walked over to the counter. She wrote her parents a note telling them she would meet them in the lobby in two hours. She then walked over the elevator and pressed the button that would call a carriage to her level. She got in and pushed the button for the ground floor. From there, she walked out into the street, the fresh wind brushing against her bare shoulders sticking out from under her white tank top. She was looking for a birthday present for Harry. She knew that she had missed Harry's birthday, so she wanted to get something extra special. She already got him something oriental, so she was looking for something that would mean more to him. She considered a new broom, but she knew Harry already had a brilliant broom, and she couldn't afford one anyway. She was looking at a model dragon, like the one Harry pulled out of the sack, only with a Chinese breed. Hermione decided that would be hitting a little close to home for Harry, so she ended up choosing him a set of mirrors she found, that would call whoever held the other one up, like a Wizarding version of walkie-talkies. She had them wrapped and left back for the hotel. On her way back, as she passed a side alley, she glanced in and saw a large bookshop that couldn't have possibly fitted in the small alley were it not for the aid of some magical force. Hermione was immediately interested. Without giving it a second thought, she headed straight into the shop. When she was inside, she noticed the décor was exactly the way she wanted her house to look like one day, with shelves and shelves of books sunken into the walls. There were giant, puffy, hot pink armchairs placed at strategic locations between the sunken bookcases. Hermione almost fainted when she realised the shop was exactly she would like her living room to look like. A youngish witch aparatated behind her, and immediately the half of the room changed into a shade of deep green, and some of the chairs turn into long, black leather sofas. The sunken bookshelves pushed outwards, becoming tall, oak, traditional bookcases. The witch seemed unfazed by the sudden change in decoration. She ignored Hermione and briskly walked over to a shelf. After a few moments Hermione recovered from her shock and realised she had been staring at the woman for almost two straight minutes. She blushed an strode over to a section of the store that looked promising and she bent over to examine and old copy of Hogwarts: A History that looked like it had been written out by hand. As she stood up with the book, a service counter magically grew out of the floor, and the old wizard behind it said;
'That there book is 20 galleons, its one of a kind. The founders printed it themselves. It has more secrets in that book then all of the headmasters, past and present, knew combined! That book could be used for great things, you know. You look like a bright witch, I think you know this is a valuable investment."
With the thought of having a one of a kind edition of Hogwarts: A History Hermione quickly dug out the twenty pieces of gold she needed to pay for the book and headed back to the hotel.
AN: This story kinda borrows elements from the best fanfiction I have read. I'm really sorry, but i cant remember any of the name of the author. Please leave a review/email me if you thought of the Pure Magic bit! Hermione didn't know about the mirrors Sirius gave Harry, btw. Sorry I am slow with updating, but I am trying to update a lot at once instead of a small amount every so often. Expect 2 chapters at a time from now!