Disclaimer: I am a poor little white girl with no money, I own nothing.
So, off to school I went meeting Harry and Ron on the train there. I never knew that these two guys would be my newest best friends. If you would have told me that on the train I would have hexed you with every spell I could remember reading about in the books. Especially after Ron's "spell" attempt.
My school year progressed, but everybody knows about that. Harry almost died when his publicist, Jo Rowling wanted to write a book about him. He never thought it would become as popular as it did.
Well, during that first year I went home over Christmas break. Mara was ecstatic to see me. She wanted to hear all about my new school. Crap. More lies to the one person that stuck by me in fourth grade. I told her all of the truth that I could. Instead of Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, and History of Magic, I took Chemistry, Math, English, and History of Europe. I still could have the same professors and I told her about Harry and Ron. I was happy to note, she did not seem angry about me having new friends at school. Actually, she wanted to know if either one of them were cute. Twelve years old and she wants to know if my new friends were cute…I tell you. But, amidst all the laughing, I still had to hold back. I had to hold back telling her about the Mountain Troll in the bathroom. I had to hold back about telling her about the size of the Hogwarts' library and all of the books in the restricted section. Books that scream at you, books that could curse you into oblivion, or even books that looked like they would do something and do nothing. I had to hold back about teaching Ron how to levitate the Troll's club. I had to hold back about telling her about Draco Malfoy's obsession with being Pureblood. I was eleven years old! I couldn't take it much longer.
When I returned to school, Harry had his invisibility cloak. That cloak has saved all of our behinds many times. We went through the whole Sorcerer's Stone thing and I had my day in the logic potions. But, when I went home that summer I still could not tell Mara about any of it. I had helped win the House Cup and I could not tell my best friend? That hurt.
I wrote to Harry and Ron as often as I could that summer. Since I couldn't tell Mara anything, I needed somebody I could be completely truthful to. The thing that hurt the most was when Harry did not respond. But, after talking to Ron, and discovering that Harry was not responding to him either, I knew something was up. When Ron wrote to tell me that he and his brothers had saved Harry, I was so happy for them. But, I wanted to be there with the boys, I could not wait for school to start. Everyone at home thought it was because it was me, Hermione Granger, little book smart know-it-all.