I hope you'll enjoy the chapter, even though it's a bit monotonous in itself.

A month later

Hermione was confused. She had never seen her mother lose control to such an extent. She was used to the fact that she rarely showed her emotions outside the safe walls of their home. But today was different. And she didn't know why.

Jean Granger didn't know what to do. She should go with her daughter to buy everything that was needed for school but she was afraid. She was afraid someone would recognize her. Although she did not go to Hogwarts herself, but thanks to Severus, she had many friends in those circles that she shouldn't have. She knew that before her daughter was born in Wizarding London, the situation was, to say the least, dangerous. She didn't know if anything had changed. She was scared. Should she even let her daughter go to this school?

- Mom, what's going on? - Jean's thoughts were interrupted by her daughter's question.

The woman smiled, leaned down and kissed the little girl on the forehead.

- Nothing like that, honey. I was just thinking. Memories.

- Is it about Dad? About Severus? - Hermione tried to get used to the thought that she finally knew the identity of her biological father. - Or are you afraid that we will miss the platform? You don't have to worry, mommy. Professor McGonagall explained everything to us.

- Oh, honey … - Mrs. Granger swallowed before she told another in a series of half-lies she would have to tell her - I'm just worried about you leaving.

It was almost like time travel. Diagon Alley was at the same time the same as and completely different from her last visit, but instead of recording the changes in detail, Jean focused on her daughter's reactions. After all, the "first visit" will not be held again.

- Hermione, wait! Could you stop for once before sinking between the books? - The woman sighed seeing how much her daughter wanted to enter the bookstore. - Relax. We'll go there. We have to exchange pounds for magic currency.

- Fine mom…

Visiting Gringot has always been difficult. The goblins were, are, and always will be too suspicious. As with the others, it was an irritating feature, but with the bankers it was endearing. At least according to Jean Granger. The woman watched her child out of the corner of her eye. The girl was calm and undaunted by comical-looking creatures. Jean thanked herself for telling her daughter about them. The shock of encountering something new could spark an avalanche of questions. And among them there could be one that would probably offend not only the usual stoic goblins.

- Good morning, how can I help you? - At the counter, to the woman's surprise, stood a tall, young, red-haired man.

- I didn't know there were wizards at Gringot too …

- I'm an intern. I'm learning a curse breaker. - The boy gave her a hearty smile. - My name is Bill Weasley. I will ask again. How can I help you?

- Oh mother, did I say that out loud? Excuse me. Apparently I was surprised more than usual. - She pointed her hand at her Hermione. - I want to exchange pounds for magic currency, set up a crypt for my daughter and deposit a certain amount there.

- I can help you with the exchange right away, but we will have to report to my supervisor regarding the establishment of the crypt.

- Hermione, unfortunately, but we'll have to wait.

Hermione watched her mother. She was strangely familiar with this place. Gringotts Bank was impressive. High baroque ceilings, a floor full of petitioners and goblins ... Goblins everywhere and everyone was looking at her as if he had to see through her soul. The girl took a notebook out of her purse and wrote it down to see if it was possible at all. She will surely find a book on this subject.

- Mrs. Granger, I hope you are satisfied with the service. - The goblin in the gilded frames was extraordinarily nice to her mother. - You're welcome here. In the past, now and in the future. Both you and your family.

- Thank you. - Jean walked over to Hermione and held out her hand to her. - we can finally go to your bookstore.

Hermione had no choice but to smile. She was pleased.

- Have you got all the books? We have a few more stops ahead of us. - Jean was amused and hurried her daughter as she went through the shelves at Floutish and Blotts.

- Don't be so nervous. Now the stores are open late so that all children have a chance to replenish their supplies.

- I have a question. Is there a potions manual written by Severus Snape?

The blond haired man smiled and pulled the book out from under the counter.

- Yes, it is. However, we only distribute it to the Slytherins. Professor Snape is not very popular with other houses.

- Doesn't matter. My daughter loves chemistry so I thought it could be a nice gift for the beginning of my studies. Hermione likes to be "ahead".

- Then "The Art of Potions" will be perfect. It is not a textbook used at Hogwarts. Rather, it is for those who are interested in developing school skills.

Mrs. Granger smiled at the shopkeeper. - Then I'll take this book. How much do I pay?

As it turned out, the next stop was a visit to Madame Malkin's robe shop. Hermione was a strange girl. She was not really interested in her appearance, so she didn't understand why she had to patiently endure the matching of robes.

- Mom, can't I just get a standard size?

- Not. Honey, if you didn't notice you're very thin. If we didn't make corrections, you would look like in too big clothes. - Jean wished her late husband were with her. He always knew how to convince their daughter of what she should do.

The Ollivander store turned out to be run by a perky old man of the same name. He was polite, and after taking measurements with a magic, self-moving tape measure, he began handing Hermione more wands.

- You are a difficult case. - The man considered and turned to the girl's mother. - I don't remember you buying a wand in my store. Could you tell me what her core was?

Jean Granger bit the middle of her cheek.

- Unfortunately, both my husband and I are non-magic. Muggles.

- Hm .. Interesting, really interesting. However good. Child, why not try this one?

Hermione waved steadily, and a rain of emerald dust shot out from the end of her wand. Mr. Ollivander smiled.

- Well, we have a winner. Grapevine, core with dragon heart fiber. It will be seven galleons.

Hermione timidly tried to get her mother's attention.

- Do you want anything else?

- Yes mum. Sir, you sell wand holsters. How much is one? And could I buy a wand that is the opposite of mine?

Mr. Ollivander paused and looked at the little girl. She was short and petite. Her frizzy hair formed a halo around her head. Freckles and a small snub nose added to her charm. She will be a beautiful woman and now it turns out that she is also ambitious. If she wasn't a Muggle-born, he might have bet she would end up in Slytherin.

- And why do you need a second wand, darling. - The girl's mother asked the question straight from the shopkeeper's head.

- I'd like to have more control. If the wand chooses its wizard, what will I do when I lose mine? When will I have to use someone else's or quickly surrender a new one? It would be training for me.

Ollivander was delighted. Without a word, he went to the back room and brought a box with a wand he had made more than fifty years ago. Black oak with basilisk skin core. The most unstable core he has ever worked with.

- Please. This will be my gift. However, you'll have to promise me a few things. First, no one can know you have this wand. Second, if it comes out, no one can know I made it. And third, promise you that you will send your owl word how you are dealing with taming it.

- Why are you giving this to her?

- Because I think she's the only witch who can tame her magic. - I don't want anyone to know about her, because first graders shouldn't have two different wands. This is not practiced. Besides, he is the only student in my decades of work who asked the question about a second wand that did not match him. I'm curious what your daughter can do with this approach to learning.

Mrs. Granger looked at her child's delighted eyes. She had no heart to take away her possibilities. If she had even half of her father's power, she should be able to handle it.

- But it's not illegal by any chance?

- No, of course not.

After leaving the store, the woman wondered if he was honest with her. She doubted it. She will need to talk to her child about safety issues.

At the same time, Mr. Ollivander wondered if he had done the right thing by giving the girl the wand. Merely owning a second art was not illegal. But that core ... It was much more than illegal to get it. He got it from a boy who did great things. Scary but still great.

- I'm tired, mom. However, I am happy with this day anyway. I have a wand, books, and stuff on this list. And you mom, how are you feeling?

- Honestly, honey? I'm angry.

- But why? - Hermione's eyes were full of anxiety.

- This man treated you like garbage. And it's only because you don't have magical parents.

Jean watched as the tension in her daughter's attitude slowly eased.

- Mom, did you care? You should know I'm quite immune to bad words. You taught me that. The fact that someone feels better than me for some trivial reason doesn't mean anything. You've always said insults mask the aggressor's insecurity. Besides, can we say that Severus Snape wasn't magical?

- When did you get so smart? - Mother breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

- Somewhere between one book and another. Which? I do not know. There were too many of them. Besides, it's in my genes.

Jean looked at her daughter. She was definitely stronger than she was. May she not run out of patience in meeting others. Theodor Nott's meeting was a surprise. She did not expect Thorus Nott to raise a son who would be more polite than himself. But what was she expecting? After all, he was never the brightest of society.

How did you like the second chapter? Hermione's meeting with Theodore is coming soon. Feedback is appreciated. I've compiled an outline for the first year, but reviews will always be a welcome tip. Regards Katie-Krum.