Hermione

I was awoken a few hours later by Professor McGonagall. I yawned and gave her a death glare, standing up and stretching my body back into it's rightful spots. Professor McGonagall grabbed my hand and started dragging me out of the room, I tried to resist; but for an old lady she is pretty strong.

"We being your studies today Hermione. After breakfast, we shall try to teach you everything you have missed in the passed five years." Mcgonagall explained.

"In one day?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course not. We have one month before the start of term begins." I was pretty sure she was rolling her eyes at me.

"A month to learn everything I've missed. That sounds impossible."

She gave me a small smile. "Learning to use magic is more about the will than talent. Of course you need talent or else you would be described as a squib; but even squibs with enough will power can do some magic."

"Am I squib?"

"No child. We thought you were one, but you were just a really late bloomer. I had hoped Albus would still let you go to school, to at least learn more about it. I thought it would bring it out faster; but Albus is a stubborn old fool." She winked at me. "Don't tell anybody I said that."

I giggled as we made our way into the kitchen. I noticed everybody was already in here, waiting for Molly to serve the food. "Morning." I muttered politely.

"Morning Hermione. I trust you slept well?" Molly asked, gesturing to an empty spot by Harry.

"Somewhat." I replied meekly, something about this overbearing mother gave me the chills. "I found the library and fell asleep in there."

"Oh?" Molly looked at me curiously. "Next time you should try and sleep in a bed, less kinks."

"You are welcome in there whenever you want Hermione." Sirius shot Molly a glare. "After all it is your home too."

"Thank you." I murmured.

"Let's eat, we have a hard day ahead of us." McGonagall suggested.

"Is there anything you need my help with today, Professor?" Harry asked.

"Not yet. Today we are just going to get her wand and go over a few basics of magic before we get to the actual magic. Probably after lunch."

"Okay." Harry gave me an encouraging smile and then went back to his food.

Forty five minutes later found McGonagall and myself in Diagon Alley, on our way to a store called Ollivanders, McGonagall explained this is the place that all children came to get their first wand at the age of eleven. At least those attending Hogwarts, there were many magical schools all across the world, none as great as Hogwarts though. I stifled a laugh as McGongall kept bragging about how wonderful Hogwarts was, I am sure most teachers are this boastful about where they teach. We finally arrived in front of Ollivanders, I walked through the door to see an old man was standing behind a counter, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Hello Professor." The man raised a hand in the air in greeting.

"Garrick." McGonagall nodded. "I have brought Miss. Hermione with me to get a wand."

Garrick, who I am assuming is the who owns Ollivanders looked me up and down with a frown on his weathered face. "A wand, you say? Has she broken hers? I do not remember her ever having come in here before."

"This is her first year technically, attending Hogwarts. She was a late bloomer." She explained.

"Ah of course. Well let's see what we can find for you." He grabbed a couple boxes off a shelf and placed them on the counter. He handed me a wand and told me to give it a flick, I did, and suddenly boxes started flying off the shelf. "Nope." He grabbed another wand and gave it to me. The same thing happened. "Definitely not." He handed me the last wand he had picked out and grasped it in my hand. A warm tingling sensation shot up my arm and I involuntarily smiled. "Looks like we found it."

"That wasn't too bad." McGongall remarked, as she went back to a standing position. I hadn't noticed her ducking after my first wand attempt.

"10 and ¾ vine wood with a dragon heartstring core. Very nice piece indeed my dear."

I smiled at the old man. "Thank you sir."

McGonagall paid him and we left the store, instantly apparting back to Grimmauld."Shall we my dear?" I nodded and she led us back into the house, and straight into the library. "The best place to learn about something: the library."

I chuckled at her dramatics. "Of course."

"Let's begin. We have a lot of ground to cover and very short time in which to accomplish it."

"Where do we start?"

"The basics, of course." McGonagall changed the comfy chair into a desk and ushered me into it, as I stared wide eyed at it. "Transfiguration Hermione. You will learn of it soon enough." I nodded, and she plopped a book in front of me. "This book goes over all the basics, but since that is too time consuming, I am just going to skim over the contents and you can read it in your spare time if you wish. After every lesson, I will give you a mini quiz, just so we can see how well you are grasping the subject."

"Okay, professor." I grinned at her.

"Now the first thing you must know is that your wand is classified as a weapon. It can be used to harm or even kill someone. That is only used in self defense. The next thing you must remember is that the wand is like an extension of your arm. The magic you use is all coming from you, your wand helps you direct that magic into what you want." I nodded. "If you lose or break your wand, you can replace it, however it is quite difficult to find the perfect match after already finding it. Maybe ask Sirius to find a holster for you."

"Like a gun holster?"

"Kind of, but instead of guns, it holds wands. That is the basics, more or less. The next thing I want you to learn is how to do a simple spell. It's the first spell you learn as a first year." I nodded again. "Wingardium Leviosa" She flicked her wrist and a book started floating the air. "Simple. It's swish and flick." She showed me the wand movement. "You try with this feather."

I practiced the wand movement a few more times and then stared at the feather, here goes nothing. "Wingardium Leviosa." Nothing happened.

"Try flicking a little harder." McGonagall suggested.

"Wingardium Leviosa." This time the feather lifted off the table about a foot and I squealed in delight. "I did it."

"Your a natural. I knew you would be." McGonagall beamed proudly.

For the next few hours we practiced a number of different beginner spells. I was sweating by the time Minny arrived, saying lunch was served. McGonagall explained she wouldn't be able to teach me every subject, since she wasn't a master in all of them. She said a man named Snape was going to teach me potions and that Harry and Sirius and a man named Lupin was going to teach me Defense. I didn't need to learn about muggles considering I spent sixteen years as one. I was only to read a few books on Herbology, since that was more of a hands on thing, and the Herbology professor wasn't available to tutor me. The other classes were mostly electives, I was suppose to read a book on each subject and see which ones I wanted to pursue, only then would I be tutored in the ones I chose.

"Hey Hermione. How goes the lessons?" Harry asked as I sat down beside him.

"They are going good. I think I am getting the hang of everything McGonagall is teaching me so far."

Harry grinned. "That's great. Sirius and I are going to be giving you lessons after lunch. I think Snape is coming in after dinner to teach you the basics of potions." Harry shuddered. "He is not the nicest man, but he is very adept at potions."

"Thank you Potter for the praise." I turned to the cold, snake like voice and felt chills run down my spine. The man was around 6 feet tall with greasy black hair, a large irregular nose and a sneer on his lips. He was wearing an inky black robe.

Hullo Professor Snape." Harry greeted coldly.

"I suppose this is the sister I have been hearing about?" Harry nodded. "I have her after lunch. McGonagall thought it would be wise to give her magic a break before you neanderthals get to her."

Harry sighed. "Fine, I'll make sure to tell Sirius, so you are not disturbed."

"See that you do." He turned to me. "Are you done eating?"

"Yes Sir." I squeaked.

"Good, follow me." He continued walking to the back of the kitchen, opening a door that led down to the basement.

"The basement?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, there is already a potions lab set up down here. I thought it appropriate, just in case you are as dimwitted as your brother."

I sighed, glancing at Harry quickly before making my way down the dark stairs. Snape turned on some lights and I was impressed by the set up. I read some potion books yesterday, this would be classified as a professional lab. It was stocked to the brim with ingredients, many sized cauldrons and plenty of room to work.

"In my class, I expect no talking or fooling around of any kind. Some of the potions we create are very dangerous and I can't always protect students from the outcome. Understand?" I nodded. "Good. We are going to start with first year and then work our way up. We shall do a year a week, so be prepared for a lot of cramming. There are plenty of books on the subject if you want to further your knowledge."

"Yes Professor." I opened the potion book before me, turning to the first page. "Where do we start?"

"We are going to brew a simple potion today. It shouldn't take more than two hours to make."

"What kind of potion?"

"It is a potion to cure boils." I wrinkled my nose and I could have sworn I seen his mouth twitch.

"All the directions are in the book in front of you. Try to follow everything the way it says. If you get stuck, don't hesitate to ask."

"Yes professor."

Two and half hours later found me sweating over a cauldron, my hair frizzy my the steam. I collapsed onto the chair. Snape came to inspect the potion, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he critiqued it. "Not bad, the color is a shade lighter than it should be. For your first time, it is rather adequate and would make top grades in my class."

My eyes widened at the praise, lifting my head up to look at him. I yelped when I realized how close he was, scooting backwards. "Thank you sir."

He nodded, his eyes thoughtful. "I say you have a natural talent for potions, just like your mother. I don't think it will take long for you to catch up."

I beamed at him. "Thank you professor Snape."

"Go on upstairs now. I think your brother is eaglery awaiting you. Probably thinks I have murdered your soul by now."

I gave him a curious look. "I don't think your anything like what people say, Professor." I gave him one last smile and bounded up the stairs, not noticing the small smile that was one his face.

A/N: Here is chapter six, now I know not all the tutoring is in this one, but I decided it should be a two part, or it will be way too long to hold anybody's interest. I want Hermione to have a love interest, but I am not sure who to pair her up with. What do you guys think? Who would you like to see Hermione with? Let me know in a review! Until next time.

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