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Chapter 2: Transfer from Hogwarts to Hogwarts? AWKWARD!
Professor Dumbledore and Hermione sat comfortably in his office as Hermione told him of her past, without of course the names and specific details.
After her long personal history lesson Professor Dumbledore sat deep in thought until he beamed brightly, "I have your background story planned. Miss Granger, you will be a transfer student who has been studying via private tutor in the muggle world. The private tutor was one I recommended and your parents have been killed by death eaters in an attempt to get you, which is why you live here now for your own protection. How does that sound?"
"It all sounds perfect Professor, but what about the minor details and my name? I can't possibly be called Hermione Granger because I'm not born yet and when I am born who knows if I'll return or stay here… So we have to take precautions," Hermione said carefully thinking through everything.
"Interesting… Well Miss Granger I see you are a very bright young lady… Anyway, I believe the minor details you can create yourself but as for your name… you are correct that you should not use your current one, so what would you like to be called?"
"Well, I want to keep my first name so I still have a piece of my parents with me," her voice faltered around the last part as she was suddenly reminded of the hurtful memory of her obliviating them, "but I think I'll change my last name… something similar though… oh! And it should be a muggle last name since I'm still a muggle-born…" her voice trailed off as she remembered her parents a saddened smile graced her pretty face.
"What about Grace? Hermione Grace."
She snapped out of her reminiscence as she heard the name, "Hermione Grace…. Yes! It's perfect! Thank-you so much Professor!" Hermione jumped happily, "but Professor… What about my school supplies, clothes and robes?"
"Not to worry child, I had Professor McGonagall pick up everything you need for school already but she did not know if you needed a wand since, well the wand chooses the wizard or in this case witch, so do you have a wand by any chance with you?"
Hermione felt around and realised that she did have her wand in her back pocket, "yes Professor I do."
"Good then everything you need here at school is in you room already… however, I shall have you later tonight go with me to purchase clothing in Hogsmeade because I suspect your choice of clothing is far different from Professor McGonagall's," he said chuckling at Hermione's flushed face.
"Thank-you for everything Professor," she said as she made her way to the door.
But upon her exit Professor Dumbledore called out to her, "The password to the Gryffindor dorms is 'Golden Snitch' and do not forget that your room is the first door on the right in the girls dorm."
She thanked him one last time before actually leaving. The corridors were empty and eerily quiet. All the students had yet to arrive and Hermione, not being used to the silence, did not like it one bit. She hurried down the corridors and up the stairs until she came to the same painting she was used to. The Fat Lady. Thank Merlin you're still the same… she thought sighing with relief.
"Password" commanded the Fat Lady.
"Golden Snitch"
"Enter"
Oh merlin! It feels just like home! She screamed in her head as she peered through the portrait hole. "There's no place like home," she recited to herself thinking fondly of 'The Wizard of Oz'. She climbed the stairs and turned to the first door on the right.
When she entered the room she gasped. The room was breathtaking. Yes it was still the same stone room as all the other dorm room but hers was… well different. It was a single room with a nice wooden desk near the window with all her essentials on it. There was nothing fancy but it was still beautiful. There was a lush red and gold rug that covered most of the floor space and a double mahogany bed with golden transparent curtains, attached to four wooden bedposts, hanging on either side of the bed. The mattress of the bed was covered in red with two gold pillows and one red pillow. Her blanket was red with golden embroidery. There was a whole body mirror and a large wardrobe that was of course mahogany. Once she opened it, there were a few school skirts, shirts, ties, sweaters and a black robe. Overall pleased with the room she ran over to the desk carefully put away the photo of the golden trio away in the drawer. She then peered out the window to get a good look at the scenery outside.
She sighed contentedly at the sight. Beautiful early evening sky, enchanting forest, Hagrid's hut lit and… wow students… wait what… students… Oh Merlin! STUDENTS! Hermione dashed back to her wardrobe threw out a school skirt, shirt, sweater, socks, tie and robe. She quickly dressed and put on her shoes. She judged her appearance in her whole body mirror. Her shoes were the usual shiny dark rich brown colour that looked very nice against here almost knee high dark grey socks. Her skirt was of mid-thigh length and was the same dark grey colour of the socks that complemented her fair creamy skin. Her white shirt was short sleeved and her light brown sweater vest enhanced the colours. Her red and gold tie was tied under the collar of her white shirt as any normal person's but it was tied loosely and tucked neatly into her vest. Her robe was black and hung loosely about her body so people could clearly see her figure. She had a nice figure, one with lovely thighs, flat stomach and of course her not small but not too large breasts. She suddenly blushed at the memory of Ron and Viktor admiring her that night of the Yule Ball in fourth year. Her eyes moved up to her hair. Her hair was hanging in long loose curls that fell to the sides of her face framing her beautifully. She was almost ready; the only thing left to do was remove the bandage on her arm. Once it was removed she the word 'Mudblood' was easily visible. Tears filled her eyes as she covered her arm but she blinked them away. She knew it would leave a scar but… what's done is done, she said to herself. Satisfied with the rest of herself, she made her way down to the great hall.
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MEANWHILE…
The Marauders, headed off the Hogwarts Express and down towards the carriages. Once they reached the 'self-pulling' carriages all four boys pilled in and James helped his, as he called her, 'love of his life' Lily in. As the carriages started off down from the station to the Hogwarts Sirius decided to tease one of his best buds.
"So you're now chasing Tina Hilofith of Ravenclaw aren't you Prongs…"
"WHAT?! NO! NEVER! I would never chase any other bird but my beloved Lily! And how dare you even accuse me of cheating on my lovely Lily, Padfoot!" James dramatically yelled as he cuddled up to Lily in the carriage.
"Get off you git!" Lily yelled in anger as she hit James in the head with the book she was reading, "Quit being such a drama queen! And besides, we're not even together so you wouldn't be cheating anyway," she noted casually.
"OH! She got you good Prongs!" Sirius laughed.
"Such idiotic children…" Remus said casually with his nose still in his 'Hogwarts A History' book. Remus looked towards the insecure looking boy beside him, "Wormtail are you alright?"
Peter Petttigrew, the boy in question, nodded slightly still watching the two other Marauders flirt with the muggle-born flower, Lily. "Moony… D-do you um think a g-girl, o-other than L-lily of course, would erm t-talk to me this year?" he asked flushed by his own question.
"Of course Wormtail! Have faith in yourself!" Remus said giving Peter as much confidence as he could muster.
Once the carriages reached Hogwarts, all students get out and, as per usual, headed to the Great Hall for the first year sorting, dinner and more socialising.
When everyone was seated at their house tables the first years were being called one by one for sorting.
"LEPRONT, JULIA" called Professor McGonagall.
A small sweet looking black haired girl made her way to the wooden stool and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head.
"Ah… A clever on you are but not too confident in your own abilities… hmmmm… where should I put you… ah! I know…"
There was a long pause. The anticipation in the room grew…
"RAVENCLAW" the sorting hat yelled.
The room erupted with claps. As the sorting continued everyone cheered and clapped after every first year. Well, that is everyone but the marauders who were rating all female firsties on their future hotness using a scale of 1 – 10.
When all the first years had been sorted Professor Dumbledore stood for a second time. "Before any of you begin your meal, there's one more student that needs to be sorted. Her name is Hermione Grace and she is a transfer student entering 7th year here."
The girl walked through the doors of the Great Hall and was met with a large number of eyes, all watching her every movement, judging her silently. Now Hermione was never a girl who enjoyed a great deal of attention and to be put in this circumstance where you are the first and only transfer student ever in the history of Hogwarts and everyone knows it that's why they stare, whisper and judge you… one would naturally feel self-conscious. This feeling was new to her and well there was only one way to describe this situation… awkward.