Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor am I J.K. Rowling (the owner). I am also not making any profit off of this story, other that the excitement that fills me when I see that another person has read it. Although I did not invent the characters, I did invent the situations and the personalities of the characters in my story. Please enjoy.

WARNING: THE FANFICTION IS RATED M FOR A REASON, THOUGH THE SCENES WILL BE CLEARLE MARKED, IF YOU ARE BELOW THE AGE OF CONCENT (WHEREVER YOU MAY LIVE) THEN PLEASE EXIT THE STORY NOW.

Summary: Hermione is an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life; until all of the sudden at the age of 11 her life is up rooted when she discovers that she is a witch, follow her on her journey on discovering her herself and finding love, with a man that is a most unlikely partner.

A/N: (…..) When you see these dots across the screen, please assume that a new place is being introduced, or that it is a different situation or time than previous. Please Read and Review! Enjoy!

First Year:

Chapter 2:

The Leaky Caldron:

After that night neither of my parents acknowledged me. I was practically invisible. I had gotten my way, I would attend Hogwarts, and I would pay my own tuition; which I was fine with, but I couldn't help be wonder what my decision had cost me.

My parents had never been particularly loving towards me, they were kind people, and very simple minded, and we suited each other fine I suppose; but I never equated us to a family. I watched when parents came to pick their children up from school, there were many hugs and kisses exchanged; accompanied by the achieved accomplishments of the child's day. The parents would listen patently and smile lovingly; as I compared this to my relationship with my parents I recognized that ours was not particularly a normal relationship; and not a particularly favorable one either.

We were all quite quiet, and reserved, I was more than happy to miss a meal in favour of finishing a good book, and they often got stuck late at work, so dinner was often a mute point anyhow. I did not have a horrid life by any means. I had cloths, and regular meals but I would have liked for someone to show me affection. In some twisted way that is what I believed this new world would bring me, a new life, a new family, new experiences. Perhaps I could even find the long lost relative who left me all of their worldly possessions; just maybe they were magical as well.

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When I woke up this morning I was a bit more nostalgic than usual. I think deep in my gut I realized that this was probably one of the last times I would spend in this room. I of course banished the thought as soon as it surfaced. Of course I would come home, after all school did have breaks, in both the summer and winter months.

As the time to depart from the drab looking two-story house grew nearer, I went over my list of things to buy when I arrived a Diagon Alley. This was the day before school and I still had not acquired my school supplies.

'How Dreadful!' I thought as I looked around my smallish room. It too was a plain room, but over the years I had collected a few prized possessions that I valued at the top of my priority list. One of the things was a ring.

It had come with my inheritance, and it was beautiful. It was a pure gold ring, with large diamonds and stones depicting the letter 'R'. This ring was the only clue I had as to who my inheritance had belonged to. Among the other prized possessions were my Cosmo magazines. I fondly remember sneaking them into the house, hidden underneath my bulky sweater you could never guess they were there. These magazines had taught me what older sisters and mothers were supposed to, they were akin to family in my eyes. I had a feeling that today I would be adding to my collection of well loved items, and in all honesty I was more than happy about it.

My parents would not accompany me to neither shopping nor the train station, this new wonderful world worried them and frightened them as well I'm sure.

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Mother and father left me at entrance of a dodgy looking pub, that went by the name of The Leaky Caldron; personally I would never name my business anything of the sort. It would seem much more prudent to call it The Un-Leaky Caldron. Although I do suppose that the name of this establishment fit the atmosphere quite nicely.

Walking into this Pub felt very much like opening a door to a new world; which in many ways was exactly accurate. I was opening many doors to my life, and it all started with this Pub. So though I was not overly fond of this place, I supposed it would always have a certain special place in my thoughts.

It was very surreal to watch everything that was happening. I noted that the waitress was akin to what I think a witch would look like. She had long ashy hair, that that been obviously hastily stuffed into the black pointed hat that sat atop of her head. This waitress was not particularly attractive, and if I was being honest with myself, she was quite startling. Her nose was extremely defined, and her skin was anything but smooth; warts and wrinkles gave a hint to her actual age, that I'm sure was more than most would guess.

The establishment itself was fairly dingy; I was unsurprised to say that it did not improve upon closer inspection. Bugs and crumbs from previous customers littered the tables and floors. Dragging my luggage over to a table in the far back corner, I waited for the cross looking waitress to come over. As there were already menus out on the table I started to hunt for anything that sounded familiar, or at the very least edible.

The menu I was surprised to note, had many options that I was rather familiar with, however among the 'regular' food also existed a great many dishes that I had never heard of. Pickled Mermaid fins sounded particularly barbaric. I found myself wondering if they hunted these poor mermaids, and thought better of ordering any obscene dishes until further research could be done on the matter. I decided that fish and chips sounded quite a safe option.

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After eating and people watching I decided that I had done enough stalling for the day. I had been sat in The Leaky Caldron for about two hours now, and though I had finished eating the surprisingly enjoyable meal some time ago, I wanted to get a feel as to what would be expected of me in the Wizarding World.

During my brief sit in at the Pub, I witnessed a great many things. I saw many people tap a stick; which I assumed to be a wand, at a brick wall. The bricks seemed to move away each other of their own accord. I realized with a start that I had more than likely just witnessed my first fom of magic. It was after this point, entirely absorbed with everything magical.

To make certain that it had not been a trick of my eye, I waited and watched in amazement as several other people made their way through the brick wall. I debated how I would get through the wall, as I did not yet have a wand; which seemed to be the common factor of determining entrance. I quickly decided that I would move to the table closest to the wall, and wait for my opportunity to sneak through. I did not need to wait long, and minutes after I had settled in, the wall opened from the other side. I quickly gathered my belonging and made a mad dash to the wall.