Minerva quickly moved to the door to Amelia's office. Upon hearing Amelia's voice in response to her knock, she entered. The two women inside of the office looked quite serious. Amelia looked almost relieved in the interruption. Augusta Longbottom looked like she was ready to kill.

"Minerva! Where are your two charges?" Augusta turned to the door with a wild look.

Minerva attempted to calm the two down. "They are safe within Gringotts. Mr. Potter had to see his accounts manager. Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Tonks accompanied them. It should be quite safe enough for the moment." She became slightly hesitant, but Gryffindors charge ahead. "I take it that you have informed Augusta as the circumstances?"

Amelia nodded, while Augusta went back to livid. "We were getting ready to head down to interrogate him. I was waiting for Augusta to … be ready for it."

Minerva nodded. "I thought so. I wished to report a conversation I just observed." Minerva related to the two women the content of the conversation Harry had with Lucius Malfoy. Finally she finished with, "Mr. Potter noticed, and I quite agreed, that Lucius speaking of Sirius with such smugness was entirely out of character. However, if Lucius was behind was occurred …."

Augusta suddenly stood, eyes flashing and reaching for her wand. "If that bastard descendant of French peasants had anything to do with …"

Amelia interrupted Augusta before she could really get going. "Madam Longbottom!" Augusta stopped over and looked at Amelia. "Augusta, we're going to find out! If we can get evidence we can send him to Azkaban! But you're going to have to calm down!"

Augusta took a deep breath and put her wand away. She sat back down and sighed. "He's my only son. My Frank was the best of us."

The other women allowed Augusta a bit of privacy by speaking quietly near the door. Finally Augusta sat up ramrod straight once more and said, "Madam Bones, I will definitely stand as witness hoping that the truth will reveal itself."

Amelia nodded. Minerva took her wand and waved it. A tea set appeared. Amelia took some tea leaves from her desk and boiled some tea for herself and the other two women.

When the tea was finished, Amelia and Augusta made ready to go to the interrogation. Minerva quietly left to return to her charges.

Amelia and Augusta were waiting for one more person. An ancient looking witch moved to join them in the front office. "Madam Prunella Rihtlaese. I am glad you could come. We have found evidence that a St. Mungos Senior Healer has been poisoning patients and we are to investigate."

Madam Rihtlaese was livid. "A Healer from my hospital has been causing harm to patients? In violation of their oaths?"

Amelia nodded. "I am sorry, but that's what the evidence says so far. I am about to question him with Veritaserum. Would you like witness the interrogation?"

"Witness and participate in! I will need to find out what patients are involved."

Amelia was uncertain. "I need to ensure that the testimony is without error so that it can be used for prosecution. If there is a non-Ministry person present, they may only witness."

The ancient Healer froze both Amelia and Augusta in place with her gaze. "I will allow you to ask your questions properly. But afterward I will be allowed to ensure my profession and my hospital are cleansed of any corruption. The honor of my professional oaths demands it."

Amelia nodded. Augusta, normally the person who most exuded authority in almost any circumstance, felt like an unruly child in the presence of the ancient healer. She did nothing to call attention to herself.

The interrogation resulted in a number of pieces of information – but no definitive answer as to who had paid Chedwick to poison three patients. Apparently the Healer was under a Magical Oath and even the Veritaserum would not allow him to say who had paid him.

Amelia asked another question, "Can the effects of the substances fed to the Longbottoms be reversed?"

Archibald Chedwick once again tried to answer but nothing came out. Amelia was frustrated. She had couched her questions in such a way that she knew with a reasonable certainty by what Chedwick COULDN'T say that it WAS Lucius Malfoy that had paid him, but the testimony did not rise to definitive proof.

Suddenly the door opened to the interrogation room and the ancient healer came in.

Healer Rihtlaese looked to the Senior Healer and said, "Do you know who I am?"

"Yes."

"Do you recognize my authority as a Healer and a Master in the field?"

"Yes."

"Are you under the Hippocratic Oath?"

"Yes."

Healer Rihtlaese stood straighter and intoned, "I hereby invoke your Oaths! By your Oath to St. Mungo, I name Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom YOUR patients. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Even though Amelia, and Augusta who followed the ancient healer looked angry, the old woman did not flinch. The next statement, however, caused Amelia and Augusta to lose whatever anger they had at the woman's actions.

"By Apollo the Healer, by Asclepius, Hygieia, and Panacea, I demand that you prescribe a regimen for the good of your patients according to your ability."

Chedwick at first had no reaction and wouldn't talk, but the Oath he took when he first became a healer predated the later oaths and suddenly he began naming steps to counteract the damage and to heal the Longbottoms to the best of his ability.

When he was finished, the old healer considered the man in front of her.

"By my position, I name any person that has come to St. Mungos Hospital since you first took your Oath to St. Mungo as your patient. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Is there any patient that is now newly considered yours that may benefit from a regimen of your prescription?"

"Yes."

"By Apollo the Healer, by Asclepius, Hygieia, and Panacea, I demand that you prescribe regimens for the good of your patients according to your ability. Name each patient and the regimen you would prescribe."

Archibald Chedwick started naming several names and regimens. One regimen provided the counter-curse for Alastor Moody which would allow his leg to be healed and replaced by first counter-acting a dark curse which Chedwick had recognized but the attending healer had not. No regimen for his eye was provided. The same was true for a number of Muggleborns which had on occasion come through St. Mungos. Chedwick had apparently avoided being named as their healer, thus avoiding violating his Hippocratic Oath. He also named a few more patients that he had caused to be given something by others. He could not give these things himself, but he had skirted the meaning of his Oath by exactly following the words alone.

When he had finished, the ancient healer began to leave. Before she did, she looked at Amelia and said, "I will alter the Oaths healers give so that such corruption can be avoided in the future." She paused. "Can the testimony from Chedwick be used to convict another criminal?"

Amelia sighed. "No. Unfortunately, whatever oaths he took means we can't prove complicit actions from others, even if his testimony was indicative by what he could NOT say."

Madam Rihtlaese nodded. "Would it be better for this to come before the Wizengamot or no?"

Amelia and Augusta moved out of the room, leaving an Auror to sit with the accused. The two discussed what had been learned and what the likely result would be. Unfortunately, without the actual name of others that were complicit, the trial of Archibald Chedwick and his guaranteed conviction wouldn't change anything beyond getting a corrupt man away from St. Mungos. Lucius would be put on notice that he was being watched, and neither saw an advantage to that if he could not actually be arrested or convicted.

With that, Madam Rihtlaese moved back into the room and stood before Chedwick. "Can you give him the antidote to Veritaserum?"

The Auror gave the antidote. Archibald Chedwick became aware and saw one of his ultimate Masters before him. He then recalled exactly what he had said under Veritaserum and paled. However, his face took on a defiant look and he began talking.

"It doesn't matter. I've at least made certain that SOME of the scum was prevented from polluting our world. I regret NOTHING."

The ancient lady stood up straight and said, "I act now as a Master of my field! I, Master Healer Prunella Rihtlaese, Administrator of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, hereby names Former Senior Healer Archibald Chedwick as OATHBREAKER for his violations of his Hippcratic Oath. By such violation, Former Healer Archibald Chedwick shall fall under the final clause of said Oath. He may no longer enjoy life or practice the art and he shall from this time forth enjoy NOT the respect of all humanity. He has violated his Oath and so shall 'suffer the reverse' as stated in that Oath."

She turned her head to Amelia. "When his magic has left him for violating his Oath, he will no longer be a wizard and must then be obliviated of any knowledge of the magical world. The Obliviators can replace his memories with the crimes that he committed without reference to magic. You can then place him in the care of the Muggle prison authorities. He has harmed children. I'm certain that the Muggle system can reward him properly for that."

The old woman then turned and walked out. She would have to work to ensure that the damage allowed by Chedwick could be reversed as much as possible.

Archibald Chedwick was horrified as the old woman dismissed him and left. He suddenly realized he would live the rest of his life among the filth and suffer their not so tender mercies. He began to weep. Those who observed this had no sympathy for the broken man.

Harry, Neville, and Tonks sat at Fortescue's eating ice cream. All were having a grand time. Harry said, "Who knew that all those stories about champions and such would be so valuable?"

Neville asked, "What do you mean?"

Harry ate another bite. "When we were down there, I just started using things from stories written about Clan wars from Scotland a few hundred years ago. The whole 'Champion' and 'Advisor' and all that."

Neville chuckled. "It seemed to work, anyway. Goblins are pretty strict about traditions. Their internal conflicts are almost worse than their dislike for wizards and witches. Or at least that's what it seems like now."

Suddenly Tonks said to the two boys, "Professor McGonagall's coming. There she is."

The two boys saw the Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress. All three stood up. "Well, I see you took my advice. I hope you enjoyed your treat?"

Neville and Harry grinned at each other. Harry said, "It was excellent, thank you. Your errand done?"

Minerva nodded, losing a little of her small smile but not wanting to burden the two boys in front of her, she didn't elaborate. "Yes. Thank you for asking. Now, Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Tonks, we can repair to Mr. Ollivanders to perform your wand inspections. Are you ready?"

The three nodded. As they approached, they saw that the line was much smaller than earlier. Harry recognized the man with the group of people in front of them. "Mr. Weasley! It's good to see you."

The man turned. "Harry!" Suddenly the sea of red heads with Mr. Weasley all turned to see who he was talking to. Mr. Weasley said to his family, "Molly. Children. Say hello to Harry Potter. I met him after the trial, as you might remember."

Suddenly the woman with Mr. Weasley moved quickly over and picked Harry up in a massive hug. Harry was confused. When she put him down she said, "I am glad to meet you, dear! I want to thank you for the wonderful words you said about our family after that filthy traitor was caught."

"Er. You're welcome, Mrs. Weasley. I just didn't want your family blamed for something that wasn't your fault. I figured you were betrayed too, and no one should say otherwise."

Mrs. Weasley dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief she pulled from a pocket. To call attention away from his wife Mr. Weasley asked, "And who's with you today?"

Harry turned and pointed. "That's er … Tonks. She's going to be in her Seventh Year. She's providing a chaperone to try to keep me and Neville Longbottom here out of trouble. You know Professor McGonagall I assume."

Mr. Weasley said, "Yes, of course. These are, of course, my lovely wife Molly. My son Percy here is a Fifth Year prefect. My twins, Fred and George, are going into Third Year. My youngest son, Ronald, will be in your classes. And this is our youngest, Ginny, who will be coming to Hogwarts next year. Children, this is Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Nym," Mr. Weasley paused at Tonks' expression and remembered one quirk of Charlie's old friend, "er., this is Ms Tonks, who is in Seventh Year whom some of you know."

The next several minutes were spent with most everyone meeting everyone else. Ginny seemed to avoid meeting Harry and blushed as she hid behind her father. Harry was having none of it. He deliberately walked around Mr. Weasley and approached her. "Hello, Ginny. It's nice to meet you." He held out his hand for her to shake.

Finally she stopped moving and cautiously shook his hand quickly and let go, looking down all the while. "Hi. I .. I… I … I'm Ginny." She took a deep breath and then continued, "It's nice to meet you."

Harry smiled at the girl. "See, that wasn't so hard. I'm Harry, just Harry, a quite ordinary boy. I just found out I was a Wizard only three weeks ago!"

Ginny looked up suddenly, confused. "Really?" Harry nodded. "What about all those stories about you?"

Harry sighed. "That's what they are. Stories. I hope you enjoyed them, but they really should have been more obviously labeled as stories and not real life."

Ginny started to look a bit upset, but was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley. "That's okay, dear. I'll talk to her about them later."

Harry said, "Madam Bones helped work out a deal with the people who put them out. They'll be more obvious about how they're stories and to make up for making people think otherwise they paid for one of the trusts for textbooks. From now on, a percentage of the price will go towards that."

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Yes, we were surprised to see the notice from the Professor," he nodded toward Professor McGonagall. "It's a wonderful thing, and to be truthful it makes it easier for many families."

Harry nodded and shrugged. "Muggles often provide supplies for school free for all students. The Trusts are there so that wizards and witches will all be treated the same. I think we should at least attempt to be as good as the Muggles when it comes to education."

Mrs. Weasley said, "I noticed the Trust for wands is in the name of your parents." She was nervous. "Who paid for the Prewitt trust?"

Harry said, "Oh! That was the Trust that the Publisher of the Harry Potter books paid for. Madam Bones said that the two were heroes in the fight against the dark idiot and deserved the honor."

Mrs. Weasley once again swept Harry up in a crushing embrace. Harry noticed that all of the Weasleys were looking at him in shock. He was confused about that. Until he heard Mrs. Weasley whisper while she was hugging him, "They were my brothers."

Harry blushed as Mrs. Weasley let go. "I didn't know. When we talked about it, I think Madam Bones forgot to tell me that." Harry had a thought. "Are there any other Prewitts?"

Molly once again was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief as she said, "I have a distant cousin who's a squib who doesn't talk to us and a few more distant relatives, but there aren't many of us left."

Harry nodded. "Er. As you're their sister, you should talk to Sharpclaw who manages the Trust Group. Every family sponsoring a Trust has a seat on the Board of Trustees. I have one of my dad's friends sitting in my place, but I don't know who else is on the Board. They might need you to take the Prewitt seat."

Professor McGonagall interjected, "Molly, I'm the Secretary of the Trust. As far as I know, there is no holder for that seat on the Board right now. I'll ask Sharpclaw to contact you when we next speak."

Molly nodded, eyes wide. The rest of the Weasleys were also sporting surprised looks.

Suddenly, the people before them in the line were coming out of Ollivander's. Mr. Weasley said, "That's us. Now, Molly will take you all in to get your wands checked or replaced. Ginny and I will take care of something while that's happening. Behave for your mother."

All of the Weasley boys nodded. Harry said to Mr. Weasley, "I got my wand new a month ago, so I don't need to get it checked, even if Neville and Tonks do. Can I go with you?" Ginny blushed that her hero would be spending time with her instead of her brothers.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "We're going to take care of those certificates now. I think it's appropriate."

Professor McGonagall spoke to Mrs. Weasley quietly, asking her to help Tonks keep an eye on Neville while she escorted Harry. Mrs. Weasley nodded and started checking on Neville who was speaking with Ron and the Twins. Percy had made his way inside already. The Professor murmured something to Tonks and then moved to join Harry, Mr. Weasley, and Ginny.

Soon, the group was entering the Magical Menagerie. The Professor stayed near the door as Mr. Weasley moved to gather supplies for the owls he would be getting from the Emporium. The Emporium sold owl supplies too, but usually only in amounts for the first month. Large amounts of supplies kept at the Emporium would be in danger from the owls within the store getting to them.

Harry moved with Ginny, who was looking at the animals. In the cat section, Ginny became enthralled with a black kitten with a white nose. The sign said, "Male. Kneazle. Currently unnamed."

Ginny started putting her finger through the cage bars to rub the kittens face. The kitten seemed to enjoy the attention. Harry looked around and saw a young half-kneazle laying in a cage, bored. It was orange with a face that looked smushed. He recognized it from the letter from Harry Traveler. He said to Ginny, "I just remembered something. You mind if I go talk to the clerk?"

Ginny nodded absently as she continued to play with the kitten.

Harry moved to talk to the clerk. "There's an animal back there that I want to buy, but I won't be able to give it to the person I'm giving it to for a couple of weeks or maybe even Christmas. Can I pay for the animal now and have you deliver it to Hogwarts when I send a message?"

The clerk nodded. "Which one?"

"It's an orange half-kneazle with a smushed face. Do you know the one I'm taking about?"

The clerk nodded in relief. "Oh, yeah! No one seems to want him. I was worried he'd never be sold. Not classically pretty enough for most people who come looking."

Harry nodded. "The person I'm buying him for will absolutely love him though. How much?" He turned to Professor McGonagall and quietly said, "Remember the letter?" Her face lit up in recognition.

Harry paid the amount for the cat, a cage, delivery, supplies, and care for the cat for two weeks. If it would take till Christmas, Harry promised to send enough to feed the cat until then. The Harry thought about something. He quietly said to the clerk, "Mr. Weasley's using that certificate for supplies. Convince him that the kitten his daughter is playing with is included. I'll pay for the cat and supplies for it too, just don't tell him or his daughter I'm doing this."

The clerk smiled conspiratorially. The Professor had to hide her smile. The clerk whispered an amount and Harry passed the gold over. Harry moved to go back to Ginny. She had never really noticed he had left, so enraptured was she with the kitten.

Finally Mr. Weasley came by to get his daughter. "Say goodbye to the little guy, we have to go." Ginny sighed, but she knew her family could never afford the kitten.

She forlornly followed Harry and her father to the counter. Mr. Weasley pointed to the owl supplies and handed the clerk the gift certificate. The clerk looked at it and said, "What about the animal?"

Mr. Weasley said, "We're getting an owl from the Emporium. My youngest son is going to Hogwarts and he needs an owl so he can write to his sister and his parents."

The clerk said, "Yeah, that's fine. But I remember this certificate when it was bought. It was specifically for owl supplies for a year, a pet, AND supplies for a pet. So: What about the pet?" He turned his head to Ginny, whose eyes were open wide, and then back to Mr. Weasley. "Maybe your daughter could use a friend to spend time with while her brothers are all at Hogwarts? On my honor, it's already paid for anyway. Really."

Mr. Weasley looked at the clerk, back to his daughter, back to the clerk, and then to Harry. Harry raised his hands to stop any protest. "I got a great deal when I bought the certificate. I really wanted to make up for your family having to deal with the traitor and to say thanks."

Mr. Weasley sighed as he looked back to his now-hopeful daughter's face. Finally he nodded and smiled at her. "Why don't you have the man help you get the kitten?"

Ginny squealed as she hugged her father, Harry, and then her father again. She then rushed back to the kitten, yelling "Come on!" to the clerk. The clerk grinned as he went to help get the kitten.

Mr. Weasley sighed and then said, "Thank you, Harry. I'm glad you made my daughter happy, but it's a bit too much like charity for me."

Harry shook his head. "It's not charity. It's a thank you. You were told about the traitor. You didn't get Aurors to come to your house to catch him. You went yourself, knowing you had to act as though there was nothing wrong, even with a murderer there. You kept your family safe, and you helped get my Godfather cleared. This isn't charity. This is appreciation."

Mr. Weasley smiled and capitulated. "I'll accept, as long as you accept that no more thanks are necessary and this trip will be the end of it."

Harry nodded. "So long as you know that the Emporium certificate is for an owl for Ron AND a family owl. Once that's taken care of, that's the end of it."

Mr. Weasley wanted to protest, but held his hand out to shake on it. "Done."

Harry shook his hand and replied, "And done."

Mr. Weasley looked back toward his enthusiastic daughter who was being helped by the clerk. Harry looked to Professor McGonagall, who had an approving smirk on her face as she nodded to him. Harry grinned and nodded back.

As the group was walking to the Emporium, Mr. Weasley was listening to Ginny cheerfully talk about her new kitten as she held up the cage looking at him. Professor McGonagall said quietly to Harry, "If you're not careful, your cunning might wind you up in Slytherin."

Harry laughed quietly in return. "Ehhhhh. Maybe. But I'd rather wind up wherever my friends end up."

Professor McGonagall's eyes gleamed as she said, "Well. Then I'm happy to report that Longbottoms and Weasleys AND Potters traditionally wind up in Gryffindor. They're too much trouble for any other House."

Harry grinned in response to that.

By the time the four got back to Ollivander's, the four Weasley boys and Neville all had new wands and wand care kits. Tonks' wand was fine, but she had been provided a wand care kit under the Trust. Ron and Neville were talking about their new wands and Percy was trying to ride herd on the twins. Mrs. Weasley and Tonks were both chatting and watching the boys and the environment.

The Weasleys all started greeting their returning family members. Suddenly, they noticed how many animals were being carried. Mrs. Weasley asked, "What's all this?"

Mr. Weasley said, "They were all already paid for. The kitten Ginny is holding is her pet. His name is Blackie apparently. This one," he handed a cage with a moderate sized owl in it to Ron, "is for Ron. He replaces the loss of his pet when the rat was caught. Ron has to name him." Ron was amazed as he looked at the owl whose cage he was holding. Mr. Weasley held up the last cage. "This is the new family owl as Errol is getting on. As I never get to name the pets and Molly loves Celestina Warbeck so much, I decided to name her Celestina."

Molly gleamed at her husband as she took the cage from him. She held up the cage, just as her children had done with their pets, and smiled at the beautiful owl that her husband had presented her. The owl hooted in a friendly way at the new human.

Harry's group looked on in amusement as the Weasleys were all caught up in meeting the new animals. Finally Mr. Weasley said, "Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes, Arthur?"

"Can you keep an eye on the brood at Flourish and Blotts while they get new textbooks under the trust while Molly and I floo the new owls, supplies, and uniforms home?" Mr. Weasley patted the pocket containing the miniaturized bag which held the uniforms and the other which contained the supplies.

"Certainly, Arthur."

"Ginny, do you want to floo Blackie home or carry him until we all go home after the bookstore?"

Ginny looked at the kitten again, smiling. "I'll carry Blackie until we all go home."

Arthur nodded. He led his family and the add-ons on to the bookstore and got them inside. He then put Percy in charge of new textbooks for those that they didn't have new. He held Ron's owl while his wife took Celestina. Ginny stayed with the Professor in front of the store, playing with her cat through the cage, while the rest moved into the store.

Harry moved off with Ron, who had nervously got his attention. When the two were separated from the rest by bookshelves, Ron turned to Harry and nervously said, "Umm. Can I ask a question?"

Harry nodded. "Sure."

Ron's face took on a little bit of annoyance as he asked, "What's with giving us all this free stuff? We Weasley's don't like charity."

Harry was confused. "All what stuff?"

Ron became more annoyed as he said, "The books and the wands and the uniforms and the animals."

Harry suddenly comprehended. "Oh! The only thing you got that everyone else didn't is the pets, and that was to make up for your family having to deal with the traitor. Everything else? EVERYONE is getting that stuff free. Even that git Malfoy, who's father seems a right rich snob, is getting uniforms and wands and books free. The whole point is that EVERYONE is getting treated the same, no matter how much their family makes or whatever. I used to get bullied cause my relatives never bought me anything new and I looked like a right hooligan. When I was asked to have my family contribute, I decided to do it 'cause everyone should get the same chance as everyone else. I was told a LOT of kids went to Hogwarts with wands that didn't fit them. I thought that was a good cause. Next year? Every student will get the same things. So it's not charity to your family, it's making sure everyone gets the same shot."

Ron had calmed down as Harry talked, and finally looked down embarrassed at having treated HARRY POTTER like that. Quietly he said, "Sorry. I guess I'm a berk for reacting like that."

Harry laughed. Ron looked up in confusion and started getting upset again. Harry waved his hands in a calming motion. "Everyone gets sensitive about different things. With you it's about money. With me, it's about family. And 'cause you have family, a right nice one from what I see, I'm a bit jealous of YOU. I guess we all have to just relax cause we are what we are and have what we have, you know?"

Ron was amazed at that. Harry Potter was jealous of him? Finally he nodded. "Yeah, I guess." He looked around as he pulled his booklist out. "I probably should start getting this stuff together, right?"

Harry nodded. He turned around and looked for Neville. When he saw him, he waved Neville over. "Neville? You've been through this right? Can you show Ron where all the first year books are?"

Neville and Ron then went off to find all Ron's books. They started chattering about their wands again. Harry wandered off to look at some books that Hagrid hadn't allowed him to look at when he was here.

Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me. Can I get to those books?"

Harry turned and saw a girl standing there, looking nervously at him. She was in Muggle clothes and seemed to have bushy brown hair and a nervous look. Harry said, "Sure. You going to Hogwarts?"

The girl nodded as she moved to the shelves. "Yes. I just found out I was a witch when Professor McGonagall visited my house. I'm going into First Year. What year are you in?"

Harry smiled as he looked at books as well. "First Year, same as you. My name is Harry. What's yours?"

The girl looked at him, a perfect mix of shy and confident. "My name is Hermione. I'm just here looking for additional books. The letter Professor McGonagall sent allowed us to get the money back we spent on text books and my parents are letting me use that money to buy more reference books. I love to read, and there were so many books I saw when I first came here that I wanted to get. Are you getting more books from the money you're getting back?"

Harry shook his head to clear it; this girl could say a lot without ever taking a breath! He had found the girl his other self mentioned and apparently his other self had been right: Hermione loved books. Harry smiled at her and replied, "No. I'm here with friends and I decided to see what else is here. I've gotten a few books, but there's always more to learn."

Hermione smiled at that. Someone her age who understood her! "Exactly! I love learning everything. I've read Hogwarts a History seven times through since I got it. It's my favorite book ever!"

Harry laughed at her enthusiasm. "I've got that. I've not gotten through it once yet as I just found out last month I'm a wizard and I've been doing a lot of stuff, but so far it's good. What other books have you read?"

Hermione enthusiastically began talking about the books she had already gotten and read. Harry only had to make small noises to encourage her to continue talking. For once, he was happy to meet someone in the magical world who wanted to talk to him and DIDN'T know who he was. He asked her where to find a couple of the books she mentioned and she enthusiastically showed him. Finally, Neville and Ron found the two with Ron carrying a large stack of books. Tonks was following Neville.

"Hey, guys. This is Ron and Neville. They're just starting too. Guys, this is Hermione. She's a muggleborn starting this year." The three greeted each other a little nervously. "Hey, can we all sit together on the train? It might be nice to sit with people you already met, you know?"

All three nodded cheerfully to that. Tonks looked and saw that Professor McGonagall was motioning to her. "Wotcher! Neville, Harry, it's time to go. Ron, It was good to meet you. Hello, Hermione. I'm Tonks and I'm going into Seventh Year. If you need advice from an older student at Hogwarts, just find me. Ron, you parents have come back and are with Ginny up front."

Ron nodded and moved to go meet his parents after saying goodbye to the others. Hermione said goodbye as well. She shyly asked if she could call Harry before they went to Hogwarts and the two exchanged phone numbers.

Neville and Harry moved to check out Harry's books and say goodbye to the rest of the Weasleys. Harry asked Ginny if she wanted to be pen pals this year. After having that explained, she was enthusiastic about the idea.

Professor McGonagall shrunk Harry's purchases and then led the three back to the Ministry to meet up with Amelia and Madam Longbottom.

After leaving the bookstore with several purchases, Hermione was telling her parents about the other students she had met. She even took out the little slip of paper that had the phone number of her first ever friend, she hoped. Her parents were a little concerned when she gasped as she read the name on the little slip: Harry Potter.

A/N: As far as the Healer Oaths thing and her being so vicious with them, the idea is similar to another story: 10071063, The Assassin Always Wore White