Hello fellow readers. I"m so sorry it has been awhile since I've updated. Here is a double drabble for ya and the next one will be up tomorrow. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Told in Drabbles of at Least 100 words, Max 1000 words.

"Tom, are you ready"?

The sound of small feet pattering down the the stairs resonated from the floor above. When the young lad had arrived, he was wearing a black coat and slacks. Hermione smiled at him. She was doing this more and more nowadays. She wasn't planning to stop any time soon.

Hermione saw Nagini rested around his neck. "Oh, is Nagini traveling with us as well?

Tom merely nodded.

Hermione took out her wand from her coat pocket and conjured a stripped pattern scarf. She wrapped it around his neck and resituated the cloth to cover Nagini.

"There we are. It's very windy and cold out today. Wouldn't want her to get cold."

Tom fingered the scarf amazed at the magic. He then spoke to Nagini.

"What did she say"? Hermione was curious.

Tom looked at her hesitating before speaking softly. "She is most grateful for your consideration towards her state."

"Well she is most welcome."

"Dear, are you headed out?"

"Yes dearest. We are going out to Diagon Alley to get Tom a wand."

Ron came into the room and quickly kissed her as she stepped out of the room whispering to herself that she should get cotton gloves for Tom's hands. He then bent down to Tom, straightened his coat, and wiped off his pants. He then leaned in close as if to tell a secret.

"Now listen here Tom. I need you to do me a favor. Keep an eye out for the Misses. She tends to have a knack for getting into trouble without meaning too. Take care of her, will you"?

Tom merely quirked a brow and answered, "Yes, sir."

Ron winked at him as the Misses came back into the living area.

"What on earth are you whispering about over there"?

"Oh nothing dear. Oh, look I'm late for work. You two have fun," and with a skip to his step he flooed off to the ministry.

Hermione inwardly huffed. She hated being out of the loop on things. Tom tugged her hand; his eyes gazing at the wand in her hand.

"Ready"?

"Yes," his voice came out eagerly and Hermione only laughed at his eagerness.

She flooed the fireplace and stepped in as she held out her hand for Tom to take. Tom stepped in without hesitating for he was more than ready to get his wand. It will be his first step into being a great wizard. He had decided last night that he would be the best. People will marvel at his power and he will be remembered as being the best.

Diagon Alley was filled with hustle and bustle. "Stay near Tom, wouldn't want to be separated." Tom withheld from rolling his eyes. This woman, why would he leave her side? He had no way to get back and had no idea where he was. He merely said a soft okay and tightened his grip on her hand to appease the woman's concerns.

"Ah here we are, Olivander's. Here you will get your wand." They stepped into the shop away from the noise of the streets.

"Mr. Olivander", Hermione called throughout the store. "Are you in"?

A ladder swung into view from behind the counter with the one and only Olivander on it.

"Ah Ms. Granger, though I believe it's Mrs. Weasley now," he gave a soft chuckle.

Hermione laughed. "Yes."

"My my how you have grown, and who is this young lad"?

Hermione introduced Tom to the wand maker and said they were here to get him a wand.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Tom. Let's see, let's see. What can I find?"

Both wands that the wand maker chose turned out to be dud in tom's opinion. Tom was used to rejection, but this was something he really wanted.

"Here let's try this one," as the wand maker pulled out a dusty old box.

Hermione peeked at this one with interest. "And its origin"

"Wand made from yew with a phoenix feather core. 13 1/2 in length."

"Well go on Tom, try it out," Hermione encouraged.

Tom took the handle and immediately felt a rush of power run through his arm and filled out his entire being. He took a deep breath of relief. Like, he just found something that was lost so long ago.

Mr. Olivander smiled. "How does it feel"?

"Right" he whispered. It felt right.

"Excellent, most excellent. Thank you very much Mr. Olivander," Hermione said happily and they left the store.

Hermione noticed that Tom still was staring in awe at his new wand. "It feels great doesn't it," Hermione asked him. "It's like finding your other half. Tom nodded in agreement. He felt...complete or at the very least, less empty.

Tom stopped in his tracks and gripped Hermione's hand. She looked down in a curious look seeing what he wanted.

Tom looked down at his shoes saying two small words that he never said in all his ten years of life. This woman did him an immense favor without her even knowing it.

"Thank you."

Part 2:

"Okay Tom, here is Hogwarts: A history. It has changed some, but here is my copy. It is an excellent read."

"Um, oh beginner spells here we are. I must call the tutor today maybe you will be able to do some advanced spells as well."

Hermione babbled on about all the different books he should at least look through.

Tom looked at the pages. His eyes glowed with the prospect of learning new things. Especially something, he was deeply interested in like magic.

"Are you going to teach me as well"?

Hermione paused in her ramblings. "Um, yes, if you want me too, that is. Whatever you decide."

Tom shook his head up and down. He was deeply impressed in how this woman handled herself in Diagon alley with those thugs. Just as they left Olivander's, goons threatened them. She took them out quickly and she didn't even cause pain or even kill them. In a flash, her wand was out and she merely tied them up and had them hanging upside until the authorities handled everything else. Tom wondered if she had any spells she would like to share.

"Ah here we are. Here is a potions book. Potions wills save your life."

Tom glanced through the book and went to sit in the chair ready to be engaged with the words and knowledge.

Hermione just sat there with her head held in her palm just watching him. She couldn't contain her excitement. He actually was so anxious to learn and she adored it. To make it even more uncountable he really wanted to learn from her as well.

Hermione noticed Tom biting his lip in confusion.

She walked over to him and sat down. "Would you like some help"?"

Tom looked at her. Although he would rather try to figure it out himself, he knew he needed someone who knew this stuff inside and out. To make sure there were no mistakes. He agreed and she scooted closer to him.

"Okay, so what has got your focus"?

Tom pointed to a particular potion. "Some of these potions listed are absolutely ridiculous. Who would give someone the Babbling Beverage," Tom scoffed.

Hermione laughed at the incredible look on his face. "Yes, well there are all types of potions. With the right mixture you can mix just about everything."

Hermione started listing off a number of potions and their uses, all from memory of course. Tom looked at her and was entranced by this woman. He listened intently to every word she said, commenting it to memory.

She talked of Veritaserum that can force someone say the truth, usually used for investigations or courtroom services. The Baruffio's Brain elixir, which can increase the takers' brain power, a Black Fire potion where you go through fire and survive which is very useful for dealing with dragons. Everything from love to beautification to poisons, antidotes, potions that deal with the body and mind manipulation and even those that can save one on the brink of death. Tom was absolutely memorized with everything she had to say he didn't even realize that her husband came into the library. Neither did Hermione.

"Ah I see you guys are back. Sorry for the lateness," Ron sincerely apologized.

Hermione turned to him, set the potions book down on the couch, and went to get up. Tom then gripped her hand to stop her from moving.

Tom wished to learn more. He didn't say she should stop. Tom was annoyed that this guy came in and interrupted them. He still had tons of questions. Hermione, as though reading his mind, ran her hand down his face and placed a blanket on his head. "How about you rest Tom. Its' been a long day. I promise tomorrow we will talk more."

Tom frowned still. What good was a promise? People broke them all the time. Why would this woman be any different?

"You promise"?

Hermione frowned herself. He seemed angry that she even had the gall to say I promise to him.

"Yes Tom, I promise. After tomorrow's lunch we shall continue."

Tom gave her hand a firm squeeze and then said fine as he finally relented. If she didn't keep to her promise, he would do to her what he did to the others at the orphanage. Pain and fear.

Hermione set him down, tucked him in on the couch for him to sleep, and left the room with her husband. She felt guilty at just stopping.

"Don't worry, dear," Ron kissed her lightly on the lips. "He's had a long day. He was mostly all settled and then you tell him all about us huh. It's like making a cake late at night and saying you can't have any until the next day.

Hermione sighed and smiled. Ron and his weird relations to real life situations make her laugh. "Your right. He will just have to wait."

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