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: Hello again. I must admit that I am very excited about this story! Thank you so much for the reviews. Shout out to LadyNorth76, Btterflykiss69, and LoveInTheBattleFeild. Please remember that I am changing the plot a lot, and these next years will go by quick, also Luna and Ginny will be in the same year as Hermione. That means that yes, Ron and Ginny are twins! Gasp! Shock! Horror! Again thank you for reviewing You are all amazing for taking the time to review. Please keep them coming. Please note that I will only be posting once a week from now on. Read and Review
First Year:
Chapter 4:
The Hogwarts Express
Toting my luggage around today was significantly easier than the previous day. I had used the potions trunk that I had bought at Quality Potions Supply to store all of my other purchases. All of my new cloths and school supplies fit into the library section.
'Though at this point in time, they are all still packed away in boxes, that are scattered around the area.' I briefly pondered if after unpacking I would be able to fit everything onto the shelves, but I suppose that I could always learn that expansions charm that the owner of the potions store mentioned to me yesterday.
Walking through Kings Cross Train Station was nothing particularly new to me, I had been here many times before with both my mother and my father for various reasons. Today however was quite more exciting than being sent off to my aunt Jenny's house, so that my parents could have a break. Walking through today noticed that it was quite a bit busier than normal; I noted that there were many families. An observation that I found quite unusual, for this station in particular was generally used for Adults, to transport them to and from their day jobs.
I dug around in my bag, looking for which platform I was supposed to go to await the arrival of the train. ' It is odd that they would put magical transportation in a place so public'. Looking at the sheet I'm sure my face must have been comical.
"Platform 9 ¾?" I whispered to myself. Looking around I was at platform 9 and just beyond 9, about four pillars down was platform 10. I used logical thinking and decided that if the platforms were split into four parts, then my journey should start at the pillar that was just before platform 10. I was obviously correct, for not five minutes passed by, when I saw a lady dragging along a small child, who looked about my age toward the pillar right before platform 10. I watched intently as she and the young bot ran straight at the platform and abruptly disappeared.
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The other side of the platform was stunning. It was an hour and a half before the train was scheduled to leave at 10:30, and as such there were very few people here. I took a moment to appreciate the train. I was at least three times my height and many hundreds of times longer that any giant I could have imagined. I was painter a bright red color, and had what I assumed was the Hogwarts crest painter on the Engine car. I was utterly impressed.
I quickly and quietly made my way onto the train. The inside of it was even grander than the outside; it was like nothing I had ever seen before. The train had many cars that seemed to be fused together for as long as I could see. And I was sure the inside was much larger that it was supposed to be originally. This must be the expansion charm that the shop owner told me about. I quickly thought about where I would like to sit, I practically had any seat that I wanted.
'Better to pick a seat in the back, that way I can avoid as many people as possible'. I decided on the back. I was excluded and would hopefully be quite as well, so that I could read ahead in my books. After all it was a five-hour train ride to the school.
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Soon other students started arriving. I looked out the window and saw all of the families giving their beloved children hugs and kisses, and I for a brief moment felt a pang of hurt that I was not out there with my parents. I abruptly reminded my self of the red haired lady from yesterday, and decided that I was quite content to stay just where I was.
The train ride was positively lovely. The scenery was beautiful, and as soon as I started to get a bit hungry, a woman came along with a cart filled with treats. I bought plenty, with the thought of stashing them in my room, in case I ever got involved in a book, and missed dinner.
Throughout the train ride I read through two books. I finished my Hogwarts: A History and my potions book; reading nonstop with vigor. They were very interesting.
I was most impressed with the potions book. It detailed every potion I would need to know for first year. It also covered instructions, potions properties, and how to identify different potions as well. I was completely consumed. I was most defiantly looking forward to potions class.
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Hogwarts:
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We were transported to the school on small boats that sat four students apiece. I was sat with three other girls. One girl in my boat caught my attentetion more than any others.
"Hello" I approached. "My name is Hermione Granger"
The girl smiled. Her pale, almost white hair shined in the setting sunlight. She was quite pale, but also one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen in my life. She wore robes, so I knew she was from a wizarding family, but she was alone one the boat. This girl had secluded herself into a corner, and shied away from any attention at all. I immediately took a liking to her. She reminded me of herself, and I quite liked that.
"Hello, Luna Lovegood". She expressed in a small shy voice.
Her eyes grew wide, and suddenly I was not a stranger anymore, she had moved over to my side of the oat and got very close to me. Generally this sort of behavior would turn me off, but I found it quite endearing in this girl. She felt as much like a sister as my magazines.
This was the start of a beautiful friendship, I could tell.
The school was less like a school and much more like a castle. More accurately, it in fact was a castle, and a large one at that. Hundreds of beautiful windows shown over the waters edge as we sailed closer and closer. Luna and I were awestruck. It was breathtaking to watch at the castle became more and more beautiful the closes we got. Although it was dark out, the details of the castle were becoming clearer. The roughness of the stone that mad up the outside of these beautiful walls was so very real. I had never imagined my life to be like this, but somehow, my life like this was more real than my life at home.
Walking into the castle we were met by a women who certainly looked strict. Her hair was tied back tightly into a very severe looking bun, and her robes, although they were obviously well taken care of, were plain. I soon learned that this women's name was Professor McGonagall, and I found myself hoping that I never got on her bad side.
"Gather round! Gather round!" she bellowed in a slightly Scottish accent. "Welcome to Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as first years you will be sorted into one of four houses. This house will be like your family throughout your years here at Hogwarts"
Giggling and whispers suddenly popped up among the students.
"How do we get put into our house?"
"My older brothers said we have to battle a troll" one boy exclaimed rather loudly.
I rolled my eyes, as if a school would really make you battle a troll in order to get in. This is not some sort of hazing for a sorority, or fraternity for gods sake. This was school, for children no less.
Professor McGonagall finally spoke up. " Thank you for yourvwords of wisdom Mr. Weasly, but I do believe that we have thing to sort out if you are quite done?"
"Yes Professor McGonagall".
"Wonderful" she sighed "Now that that has been sorted, lets get on with it? Shall we".
"As I said, there are four houses, Gryffindor, for the brave, Ravenclaw for the intelligent, Hufflepuff for the loyal, and Slytherin for the Ambitious. You will of course be sorted based on your own person, there will be no fighting of trolls".
After the Professor's speech we were lined up, and marched into what was called the Great Hall.
Four large tables took up the balk of the room. I took notice of each table and of the large banners above them, each depicting their house. There were from my count twenty-two new first years joining the student body this year. One by one we were called to be sorted, the anxiety we all held was extinguished after the first student was chosen. Although we had been reassured that we would not have to fight a troll, Professor McGonagall never did indicate what we would have to do. I was a giant relief to only have to wear a hat.
"Terry Boot"
The Great hall fell silent as we watched our fellow first year face his fate. He sat on the stool and the hat was placed upon him. After a few moments of silence we heard the hat mumbling to Terry.
"No? but you would do well there, oh fine….RAVENCLAW!"
All of us jumped quite startled at the volume of the hat. The line moved along quickly, and soon enough it was my turn.
"Hermione Granger"
I slowly took my place on the stool. The hat was heavy on my head. 'I hope this thing does not yell while attached to me' I thought bleakly.
Apparently the hat heard my thought, for he chuckled and answered me back.
'Thank you very much but I am not a thing' the hat insisted. I decided it was better to not argue with him.
'Yes, Yes, you are very smart aren't you? Oh what is this but you also value beauty too hmmmm. And very ambitious as well, you are going to make this difficult.'
The hat pondered carefully. I did not have any preference really about where I wanted to go, though I would prefer Ravenclaw to anywhere else.
'Oh so you want Ravenclaw, Do you, are you sure?'
'Not really' I thought back.
' "RAVENCLAW" it is then.'
As i was walking over to the Ravenclaw table, i felt someone watching me. When i sat down i looked up at the head table and found the blackest pair of eyes i had ever seen in all my life. They were beautiful and so was their owner. He was exactly perfect, he had a very defined nose, and smouldering eyes. As he got up to walk away i noticed he also was very tall and muscular. I had my first crush, and i was perfectly happy to admit it.