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Ch. 4 Just Breathe

I had about four more compartments to go before I ended my half of the search. Before I could even reach the door of the next one, Neville had shown up. "Did you find him?" I asked. I thought that maybe he had come to get me. "No, sorry," He answered, "I was wondering what was taking you so long, then I realized that you had a lot more compartments to look through then I did, so I thought I would come and help you finish. Please don't tell my Gran though." "Ok, you take these two and I'll take those last two."

I closed the door of my last compartment and saw Neville who looked like he had been crying. "No luck?" I asked. I know, I know "here's your sign!" but I was just checking. "Well, lets start over. This time we will both go to every compartment. Starting from the back and work our way to the front." I was determined to help my new friend to find his toad. The last two compartments were kind annoyed because I had just asked them. So I asked them to keep an eye out for him. The third door from the end was just as much a surprise as the one that held Draco in it. I slid open the door. "Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," I said.

In the compartment were two first years. One with red hair and scruffy looking clothes, the other had dark messy hair, glasses and clothes just as scruffy as the red heads but were a few sizes to big. "We've already told him we haven't seen it," the red head said. He didn't have to be so rude. 'What is up with all of the people I have met today?' I thought to myself. I noticed he had his wand out and I decided to have a little fun.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then." I said as I sat across from him. He looked taken back. "Err—all right." He cleared his throat and started his spell.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

As I was hoping for, nothing happened. "Are you sure that is a real spell?" I asked. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few spells just for practice and it's all worked for me." My idea was if I had to pretend to be muggle-born, I was going to show everyone that I was better then them and none of it was because of genetics, even though it was. So I continued, "Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, (Well, that part is true), but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard, (wow that was a close one), I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough—I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" (Yea, I said that kinda fast didn't I?)

"I'm Ron Weasley," the red head muttered. "Harry Potter," said the other boy. I was stunned. Here right in front of me was my cousin. "Are you really? I know all about you, of course—I got a few extra books for background reading, and your in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century." All though he is in all of these books, that obviously isn't were I have heard of him.

"Am I?" He asked. 'Oh yea,' I thought, 'he lived with muggles just like I did.' So I just played along with my role, "Goodness, didn't you know, I'd found out everything I could if it was me. Do either of you know what house you'll be in? (Change the subject, great thinking) I've been asking around (not really, I asked Dad), I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it (and of course my mother), but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be to bad (they are the smart ones, and as much as I love my father, I do not want to be put into Slytherin)….Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. (I forgot he was standing there) You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." 'Gosh, I hope so' I thought, 'I just made a complete fool out of myself in front of my cousin. Some day huh?'

Neville and I continued our search for Trevor. I passed Draco and his gang on the way. I paused and watched were he was going. 'I don't believe it! He is going to talk to my cousin! I don't think so, if he wont talk to me he can't talk to him.' I thought. "Keep looking that way," I told Neville, "I thought I saw something this way." So I turned and headed back to Harry and Ron's compartment. Something was going on in there. I could hear people yelling so I picked up my pace a little. I was almost there when Draco came out. "Granger," he acknowledged me with hatred in his voice, so I did it back, "Malfoy."

A second later I entered the compartment, "What has been going on in hear?" There was candy all over the floor and Ron was picking his rat up by the tail. Apparently they were ignoring me. "I think he's been knocked out. No—I don't believe it—he's gone back to sleep. You've met Malfoy before?" 'He has?' I thought. I decided to stay and see what they were going to say about my old best friend. Harry talked about how they met in Diagon Alley. Then it was Ron's turn to say something.

"I've heard of his family. They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched" As Ron said this, I was trying so hard not to laugh out sarcastically, 'Yea right' I thought. "My dad doesn't believe it. ('Good for him') He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side." A lot was going on in my mind. 'If I had stayed at the Malfoy's, people would be talking like that about me.' For the second time in that day I was happy that I was given up for adoption. The next thing I knew Ron was talking to me, "Can we help you with something?"

"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!" 'Gees Hermione, is that the best you could think of? They are probably thinking you are a nut case or something. I am really good at BSing things though.'

Ron made some comment about his rat fighting and then he told me to leave so they could change. I was sick of his snarky attitude so I told him some lame reason for coming in there in the first place and then, to top it all off, I made sure that I was nice enough to point out the dirt that was on his nose. His face was turning red with embarrassment and anger. I stuck my nose in the air and left. Ok, I know I was being childish. I was a nervous wreck. I had to pretend to be someone I'm not, I got in a fight with my best friend, and I was headed to a new school. Being stuck up and snobby was the only way that I saw for me to get through the next seven years without being questioned.

The train had arrived and all the first years were called off by a huge man. We were led to a whole bunch of boats. I could see Hogwarts from there. It was just as beautiful as Dad had described it. I instantly felt at home. I felt as if it had come out of a dream I had, as if I had seen it before. "No more'n four to a boat!" The large man, that I learned went by the name of Hagrid, had said. I followed Neville into a bout with Ron and Harry.

As soon as everyone was in, the boats moved forward. After a while we had reached our destination, and climbed out. Before we went on Hagrid had found Trevor and made sure he got back to Neville. Everyone walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak door. Hagrid made sure we were all there and that Neville still had his toad. He turned and knocked three times on the door. 'This is it,' I thought as more and more butterflies found themselves in my stomach, 'Breathe Hermione, just breathe!'