Hermione Granger and the Philosopher's stone

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone written from the perspective of Hermione Granger.

Hermione Granger is an extraordinary little girl. Ever since she was a toddler she's been making things happen that would cause the other boys and girls in the playground turn their heads, not to mention the looks of horror from their parents. Not only is there something strange about Hermione, but she also happens to be the cleverest little girl her primary school has ever had.

A week into the summer holidays, Hermione receives a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She's always known she was different, but now Hermione has found a place where she truly belongs.

Follow her along her journey, making new friends, learning new things and exceeding tremendously in her school work, but what will happen when she learns the secrets of the Wizarding world?

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5. Gringotts

A cobbled street, full of oddly-shaped shops thrives with life before me. Wizards and Witches are bustling back and forth between the over-flowing shops and at the far end of the long, twisty street, a towering, snowy-white building stands above the rest.

"Gringotts," Whispers Madam Douglas. "The Wizarding bank, run by goblins." We start to walk along the pavement, heading towards this magical building. "It probably has the highest level of security in all the world - except for maybe Hogwarts." My eyes widen at this new knowledge, ready for more. "The school has many charms and numerous spells upon it, to protect it from muggle view - by making it seem to them as if it is a dangerous ruin, not to be explored." Along the way down to Gringotts, Hazel tells me all about a well-known book - 'Hogwarts: A History'. I promise myself that once I exchange my 'muggle' money, I will find the nearest book shop.

We reach the white stone steps, leading up to coruscating chestnut doors and are greeted by what appears to be a-

"Oh my giddy aunt it's a goblin!" Dad gasps, taking a step backwards.

"Oh-ho! If you're surprised now, wait 'til we get inside!"

Hazel walks up the steps and as we pass, the goblin bows, his large nose brushing the floor due to his tiny legs.

On entering the magnificent building we're greeted by an equally lustrous set of silver doors, guarded by two goblins. Both are dressed in scarlet uniforms, decorated with ornate gold loops and matching buttons.

Words engraved into the doors read;

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

We pass through the heavy doors and the goblins bow, again their long noses brushing the floor. A vast, marble hall full of many goblins lays before us. Most goblins are sat up on high stools, behind a long counter, counting coins and examining jewels. Some however, were leading people through numerous doors leading out of the hall.

Hazel moves towards the long counter and addresses a rather grumpy looking goblin, scribbling in a large ledger. We crane our necks in order to see him properly.

"We would like to exchange muggle money, please." She requests.

The goblin grunts and we wait as he finishes scrawling in the huge book. He hops down off the stool and walks out of sight.

"What's going to happen?" Mum whispers, cautiously looking around at the creatures.

"He's just fetching the muggle ledger."

The goblin returns with an equally gigantic book, a large 'M' engraved on the front and hurls it up onto the counter, before clambering onto the high stool.

"Name." He growls, looking over his tiny spectacles at me.

"Hermione Granger," I say, as confidently as I can.

"Date of birth."

"19th September, 1979."

"Amount of muggle money to be exchanged?" He asks, glaring at Mum and Dad. Dad lets out a small cough as he produces multiple bank notes from his wallet and places them on the counter. The goblin picks up the money and counts it in his long fingers. Once he's finished, he checks again.

"Goblins like to be sure of how much money they're dealing with," Hazel says in a hushed tone, reassuring Dad that there's nothing wrong.

"Two hundred and fifty pounds," Announces the goblin. "exchanges to exactly fifty galleons, three sickles and eleven knuts."

"That's a good amount for school supplies," Mutters Hazel, not wanting to interrupt the goblin.

"Precisely." The goblin replies, his hearing clearly better than she expected.

***

We walk out of Gringotts and turn to Madam Douglas.

"Where first?" Mum asks, looking around the busy street.

"I suggest Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions," She replies, indicating to a fancy-looking robe shop. "We can get your uniform first and then we'll have a look at the equipment list!" She beams at me. "Oh, I do like shopping for robes!"

 

 

 

 

 

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