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 CLEARLY 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: '' anything in-between single quotes is her thoughts. " " Anything in-between double quotation marks is her actually speaking.
First Year:
Chapter 3:
School Supplies:
Stepping out onto the brick road was a hassle. Everywhere I looked there were hoards of people mulling about. It was practically impossible to find an opening, but somehow after a few minutes I barged my way through to a clear spot on the other side of the street.
'At least there are not any automobiles in the Wizarding World'. I pondered briefly how much more difficult having cars jammed into this narrow street would be.
Digging into my bag I quickly located the map that was kindly made available in The Leaky Caldron. Deciphering this map was quite the adventure; thankfully there were plenty of people to ask for directions. I quietly assessed the people closest to my location, and decided It was safer to locate someone that was in a group, rather than a secluded person.
After locating my target I diligently made a pathway towards them. They looked like quite a rowdy bunch. I counted ten of them in total. Every one in this family seemed to have bright flaming orange hairy, and an abundance of freckles.
"Excuse Me". I said. Hoping to attract their attention rather quickly and be on my way.
Apparently in the Wizarding world, you must yell in order to drag attention to yourself. I quickly went over to the assumed matriarch of the family, and gave a quick tug at her worn dress, and repeated my self, a bit louder this time.
"Excuse me!"
She appeared startled, and rightly so. I don't imagian it is ever day that you have an 11 year old child tugging on your dress, most espically one whom you did not give birth to.
"Oh dear Heavens!" she exclaimed loudly.
I decided it would be best if I started this conversation.
"Could you please point my in the direction of Gringotts?" I was polite and straight to the point.
She looked even more stricken. I do not know what had scared her, but I had already started to regret my decision to ask this particular group for help. Looking around for anyone else, I noticed that all of the children had become quiet, and were all watching intently.
All of the sudden the older women looked confused, which quickly turned to annoyance then anger. I had seen this face before, on many other parents, and decided that I had defiantly made the wrong decision. "And where are your parents young lady? The nerve of some people! Leaving their child alone in Diagon Alley! Arthur!" I had assumed that Arthur was her husband, and apparently I was correct because he soon came over to try to sooth the obviously distressed women. I decided to sneak away as she was ranting. I had never before been on the receiving end of a 'motherly' rant. And I decided that although the aforementioned thought of having an affectionate mother and father was a good idea in theory, that I was quite happy on my own. 'Thank you very much.' Instead of taking the risk of asking someone else, and acquiring the same result, I decided to look for signs and try to find my own way.
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I eventually found the bank. It was a grand place, certainly made that way to direct attention, which in my case worked to my favor. There really was no missing a white marble building that was the size of three other shops. Out front it had large columns, and two set of double doors. It was very grand indeed.
After exchanging my money for the Wizarding money I had 9933 gallons 8 sickles and 7 Knuts. I had brought a decent amount of money, because seemed to be the best was to go. All in all I brought a little less than 7300 euro. I knew that this was excessive, but when you think of buying all of the supplies mentioned on the list, along with personal items, it is a bit more reasonable; especially considering that Wizarding prices are completely unfamiliar to me.
Going into all of the shops was really interesting. I watched what others were buying, and made my purchases accordingly. I also of course watched for the orange haired women, but thankfully I did not come across her again. I bought my wand at a little shop called Oliveandar's.
It did not take extremely long to accomplish, and this was not what I was most excited about buying. My wand buying was much different than other students have had, according to the owner. My wand called to me, I physically knew where my wand was before he picked it out. It was beautiful, if a stick can be classified as beautiful. It was dark mahogany wood, with a unicorn hair and basilisk fused center. The owner claims that this wand is perfect for warding, and for assisting in brewing complex potions.
Getting the rest of my supplies came to be an arbitrary task that required next to no thought. I looked at the list, found the appropriate shop, and bought what the list indicated I needed. There were of course things that I delighted in buying, like my new clothing, beauty supplies, books and my potions kit.
I was very excited about my new cloths to say the least. In my household my father did not shell out money for cloths unless they were deemed useless, and even then I never got to buy new cloths, It was always second hand clothing, which was fine, but if I had the chance to buy new cloths, then I was going to take full advantage of it. I bought both Wizarding and what the Wizarding world called muggle style clothing. 'What a strange name for a person with out magic'. I bought robes both formal and informal. I also bought shoes. After looking at the Hogwarts dress code for a long time and determining whether I could get away with leaving my robes open, with muggle cloths underneath, I deducted that there was nothing specifically stating that I could not. I mainly focused on buying dresses. I bought dresses in all different colors and styles, mainly because I had never been allowed to wear them in the past. I of course also bought practical pants and jeans along with matching blouses.
My next stop was at a wizard/muggle beauty supply store. They carried potions for virtually every issue a young girl could have, along with, muggle alternatives as well. I bought an abundance of curl cream potion. It claimed to tame any curl and leave it looking natural and frizz free. I was very happy with this description, and if the potion worked half as good as it claimed to, I would soon be rid of my unmanageable frizzy hair for good. I also bought hairless potion. While I understood this to be a bit impractical purchase at the moment, I knew that soon I would go through the dreaded period of awkwardness referred to as puberty. And while at the moment no I had no visible unwanted hair I was not taking any chances, and the potion did not expire for two years anyway. I also acquired some basic muggle makeup, from various brands, along with nail polish and perfume as well.
After visiting the beauty store, I made my way to the bookstore. I spent about an hour buying various books on a variety of different subjects that interested me, along with my required texts for this year. My last stop before catching the train to Hogwarts was the Potions store.
The potions store was set back at the end of the alley. It would have been very easy to miss, had I not been diligently searching for it. I was most excited about this subject, it held the most promise, and I decided that even if I turned out to not be the most skilled witch, I more than likely could survive in this world, by brewing potions. The store was kept dark, some of the more expensive potions ingredients had to be kept in dark areas, and have little to no sunlight in order to have the desired effect.
I quickly went about finding my required potions, along with my potions kit. The kit was very standard, so I decided to upgrade to a more prudent kit. The kit that I decided to purchase was for advanced brewers, but the shop owner said that this kit would work for most basic potions, along with more advanced ones as well. I then decided to buy my own potions trunk.
Apparently this trunk was in reality a hidden potions lab, along with a restroom and a library. This trunk suited me just fine, more than just fine actually I was thrilled with my purchase. Evidently these were in high demand, for I bought the last one. I immediately stocked it with all of the rudimentary potions ingredients along with any advanced potions ingredients, the tools to properly harvest the uncut materials, several caldrons, or varying materials, and one of every book that they carried in the store. I spent just over 108 gallons. The most that I had spent in any one store, excluding the clothing store.
By the end of the day I was certainly tired, but i felt I had accomplished quite a lot in the day. Tomorrow i would get on the Hogwarts express and make my way to Hogwarts. That night, although I slept in a dungy small room at The Leaky Cauldron, i had dreams of grandeur; that i was quite hopeful to come true.