The first time Hermione Granger sees Harry Potter, he's dressed in:

- A grey, very loose-fitting t-shirt

- A checkered shirt that looks like it used to be blue and grey, but the colours have faded to be all grey now.

- A black coat that looks like it's had more needlework done to it than not.

- Some dark blue trousers that he tried to roll up the bottoms of so that he wouldn't fall over them have come loose.

- Some Reebok trainers that look one scuff away from falling apart on his feet

- Round spectacles that are being held together on the bridge and arms by Sellotape.

Let's not forget his trunk, which definitely doesn't befit his station as the last Potter; his hair looks like it needs a good brushing; and honestly, where did he get his backpack from? Does this boy not realise he's one of the top five wealthiest individuals in the wizarding world? That beautiful owl is the only symbol that he is a wizard. He was pulling his belongings out of a very stylish car that definitely doesn't seem like one he should be getting out of. Maybe they are just bringing his stuff for him?


The first time Harry Potter sees Hermione Granger, she's dressed in:

- A lovely little blue denim dress that reached her knees - Aunt Petunia would be happy with the length of her dress; she says a skirt should always reach a lady's knees.

- A white undershirt that, if he were closer, he would see had little pink flowers on it.

- Some black dolly shoes that all the girls wore to school.

- A white ribbon hairband in her very uncontrolled curls – Not that he could talk, but at least her hair looked lovely like that.

He also saw a male who looked to be her father, if looks were to go by, pulling out a trunk that looked much more stylish than his own. The woman with them has curls that look more relaxed and manageable than the very excitable 11-year-old pulling her along. He hears the woman run through a checklist, much like the one Harry had written out two weeks ago to ensure he didn't forget anything. The only sign that this young girl would be joining him on the new adventure was the fact that he heard the woman say something about her wand. She tried to say it quietly, but with how close they were parked to Uncle Vernon's car, he couldn't miss it. She was taller than him without him standing next to her; he could see that, but she also didn't look like she was skin, and bones like him.

He watches as they walk into King's Cross Station, walk to platforms 9 and 10, and walk up to the third column. He sees both parents and young Hermione take the handle of her trolley with her luggage on, and with a bit of a faster-paced walk, they walk right up to the brickwork. Wait, where did they go? They disappeared! Harry feels his heart rate speed up with concern, then realises it must be how he gets on to platform nine and three-quarters, which he's so glad to have seen because he would never have thought to do that, and damn Hagrid for letting him panic for a full month without even sending a letter once he realised, he didn't tell him in fact he had been tempted to knock the bricks with his wand the way you do to get into Diagon Alley. Checking that Hedwig is safely on the top of his trunk in her cage, he grips the handle of his own trolley a little tighter and speeds up his walk. To anyone else, it would look like he was running, but after all those years of running, this is just a fast walk. He closes his eyes and prepares for the brickwork to stop him and wake him up from this fabulous dream, but it never comes. He feels the air that wasn't there previously rushing through his hair, and he opens his eyes. WOW! A scarlet-red stream train with the sign "Hogwarts Express" is there on the tracks, and he looks up to find a timetable, and there it is: 11 a.m. Hogwarts Express platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Harry can feel the magic just here in the entrance, but he knows other people will need to get on the platform, and he doesn't want to block it, so he moves towards the train, where he can see an empty carriage, and starts to put his belongings on. First goes Hedwig; he's got to make sure she's safe above everything else. Then he takes his backpack off, which has his clothes in it, and places it next to the cage, securing his spot. Now it's just the trunk, which is unbelievably heavy. If only there was a way to make it super light, that would be the dream. He struggles, but he managed to put it in Uncle Vernon's car, so he can manage this. Rather than lifting it up onto the trunk rack, he keeps it by his feet and pulls out his trusty A History of Magic, the very place he found the name of his first friend.

Roughly 5 minutes later, he hears the door slide open, and there's the young girl he saw enter the platform in her pretty denim dress. She asks if there's room, to which he just nods and gets back to reading. He doesn't know exactly what lesson this is for, but he can only assume it's for a history of magic, which he already finds fascinating. He can't believe that he's actually getting to learn about where magic comes from. With the way Hagrid spoke of his parents, he can only guess that he knew them and hopes to ask him more about them when he next sees them. He wonders if anyone else at the school will have known them. They would have been there about fifteen years ago, so he'd be very surprised, but if they look like they've been there a while, maybe he could ask them. He's just so interested in finding out about them, especially after the way everyone reacted to him walking into the Leaky Cauldron; it's like they knew him, and while Hagrid had told him about the end of the war, he's not sure how everyone knew HE was Harry Potter. Sure, he looks just like his father with his mother's eyes, if Hagrid is to be believed, but how did they know he would look like that? He could have looked just like his mum with his dad's eyes, for all they knew.