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?


10. Hogwarts Express

A scarlet steam engine is waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead reads 'Hogwarts Express 11 o'Clock' and as I turn around I see that the ticket box has turned into a wrought-iron archway, with the words 'Platform Nine and Three-Quarters' on it. I beam, facing Mum and suddenly Dad and Madam Douglas appear, pushing the trolley with my luggage on, together.

I turn around and gaze again at the train, moving closer and weaving through the crowds. I reach the train and follow it down to the first carriage. I almost climb aboard, but remember my trunk and turn around, crashing into someone.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I exclaim. I look at the boy in front of me and his pale, pointed face stares back.

"Whatever." He says, his eyes turning to slits. I decide that I won't bother with him, and shuffle past quickly. Looking over my shoulder I watch the boy bully someone into giving up their seat for him. I sniff in disgust.

"Which carriage are you going in, dear?" Hazel asks, popping out of nowhere.

"In any but that one," I say, pointing to the blonde boy's carriage.

"Good choice," Hazel comments. "I suppose that's Lucius Malfoy's son - you don't want to get mixed up with those kind." We walk a little further, and as I'm about to ask what exactly she means by that, we stop.

"This looks lovely," Hazel points to a carriage with two girls in, about my age. "Why don't you make some friends before you arrive, dear?" Hazel nudges me forward and I climb aboard. Arriving at the door of the compartment I slide it open.

"Hello," I smile. "I'm Hermione Granger. What are your names?"

"I'm Sally Smith," the prettier of the two says. Her long blonde hair falls down her back and her grey eyes crinkle as she smiles.

"And I'm Sally-Anne Perks," the other girl says. She smiles and pushes up her rectangular glasses, flicking her brown fringe out of her eyes. I smile back and they invite me to share the carriage with them. Dad brings in my trunk, followed by a tearful Mum. I step out of the carriage and into Mum's arms.

"Now," She sniffs. "Y-you be a g-good girl." Mum smiles at me and I squeeze her tighter. I'm going to miss Mum. She kisses the top of my head and lets me go. I run to Dad and hug him around the middle, before letting go and walking to Hazel, who's waiting on the platform.

"Thank you for everything, Madam Douglas." I smile, as she embraces me.

"Not a problem, my dear. Let me know if you ever need anything at Hogwarts - there'll be plenty of owls up in th-"

"The owlery," I say; I've done my research. "I've just got to make sure I've got five knuts to hand." Hazel smiles and hugs me again, before letting go and sending me back to my carriage. I check the clock - it's five to eleven.

I sit down next to Sally-Anne and suddenly spot a familiar face in the crowd. I lean forward and tap on the window. Neville smiles back at me. I gesture for him to come inside.

"Is it alright if my friend Neville joins us?" I ask, sitting back again.

"Of course - the more merrier!" Sally-Anne smiles. The corners of Sally's mouth twitch, and I can tell she's not too happy about it. I can understand - I'm not too fond of boys either, but I guess Neville's been okay so far.

The door slides open and Neville shuffles in.

"Hi," He says, his voice almost a whisper. "Can I sit here?" He asks, indicating to the seat next to Sally.

"Yes, of course." She says, just as quiet, and shuffles up closer to the window.

"You, uh, haven't happened to have seen a toad, have you?" Neville asks, perching himself on the seat. A look of horror spreads over Sally's face, but Sally-Anne doesn't seem to be bothered about the toad on the loose.

"I'm sure it'll turn up," She assures, kindly. "Sally-Anne Perks," She holds out her hand.

"Neville Longbottom," He replies, taking her hand and smiling.

"I-I'm Sally Smith," Sally interjects.

"Nice to meet you, Sally."

"Do any of you know what house you'd like to be in?" I ask, to break the ice.

"Hufflepuff seems underrated - I bet it's amazing." Sally-Anne says, smiling. "But Ravenclaw sounds fantastic too!"

"Anything but Slytherin, really." Sally mutters. "I don't know what I'd do if they put me in that house."

"Gryffindor." Says Neville, and I remember back to what he said before about being disappointed if he got into Hufflepuff.

"I think I'd quite like to be in Gryffindor too," I reply, to my own question. "But Ravenclaw does sound like fun. Has anyone tried any magic yet?" I ask. "I know we're not strictly allowed to, but I was thinking we could practise during the journey."

"Gran says not to try anything too difficult before lessons start," Neville replies. "She told me that it's hard to reverse a spell if it's gone really badly."

"Mm, my Aunt Peony tried to do a vanishing spell when she was our age. It went terribly wrong and she lost all of her fingernails - Mum says it took six months for them to fully grow back." Sally-Anne shudders.

"My Dad told me that he'd once tried the teleportation spell on his cat when he was twelve." Sally digs into her backpack and pulls out a picture of a white cat, with one ear and half a tail. "Stubby's never been the same since." She hands around the picture and we all laugh. I'm positive that Hogwarts is going to be absolutely perfect.

I look at the big clock once more and it strikes eleven o'clock. We four press up against the window and wave goodbye to our families. Mum is wiping tiny tears from her cheek, Dad's arm around her waist. Hazel waves to me, a big grin on her kind face and I frantically wave back.

The train lurches forward and we're off. Immediately a million things rush through my mind - when will I see Mum and Dad again? How long is it until Christmas? Have I left anything at home? I take a deep breath to calm myself and carry on waving to the blurs on platform nine and three-quarters.


Half an hour later I've pulled out my copy of 'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1' and started flicking through it.

"That one seems easy," Sally-Anne says, pointing to a spell labelled 'Locking Spell'. She points her wand towards the carriage door and mumbles "Colloportus". The door seals itself, making an odd squelching noise.

"Ooh! Well done!" Sally gasps.

"What about this one?" I query, finding an unlocking charm. "Alohamora," I say, confidently. The door clicks and slides open. I beam in delight - my first spell was a success.

We each have a go at locking and unlocking the door, until Sally suggests that we change into our school robes. Neville excuses himself as us three change, entering back into the room in handsome black robes, matching ours.

"I'm really worried about Trevor," Neville moans, slumping down onto the seat.

"Who's Trevor?" Sally asks, although she realises almost at once.

"My toad," Neville sighs. Sally shudders and turns to look out of the window.

I'm about to suggest we look for Trevor, when an old woman bundles up the corridor, pushing a clattering trolley. She slides back the door and says, "Anything off the trolley, dears?"

"No, thank you." I say, thinking that I should save my spare knuts and sickles for the owlery, and not waste all my money on Mars bars and Flumps.

"Ooh, yes please," Sally-Anne says, giving the lady a handful of coins. But she doesn't order a Mars bar, or a Flump. In fact, I've never heard of any of the things she orders. "One Pumpkin Pasty, two packs of Bertie Botts Every-Flavour Beans and four Chocolate Frogs, please." She collects her strange sweets and dumps them onto her trunk.

"Here," She says, handing me a funny-shaped box.

"Thank you! What is it?" I ask, peering closer at the box. Before Sally-Anne can answer me, Neville cries, "TREVOR!" We spin around and see a green and black toad sat outside our carriage. Neville gets up to fetch him, but the toad escapes. I jump up in aid.

"Quick!" I cry, but it's too late - Trevor's nowhere to be seen. "I'll see if I can chase after him; you see if he's in any of these carriages." I run off down the corridor, past the sweets-lady, trying to find the fast little toad.

"Trevor!" I call, jogging to a halt. "Trevor?" It's no use - I'll have to go back. I've run further than I thought, and the trolley is parked outside a door several carriages up. I decide to save Neville some trouble and pop into a few carriages.

I slide open the first door I come to and ask, "Has anyone see a toad? My friend Neville's lost one." I inquire.

"No, sorry." A girl with brown skin and long, dark brown hair says, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"We'll help look for it, if you like?" An identical girl says. "I'm Parvati Patil,"

"And I'm Padma."

"Hermione Granger," I smile. "That would be great, thank you." I keep the door open behind me.

"Are you a first-year too?" One of the twins asks.

"Yes," I reply. "It's so exciting, isn't it?" I laugh. I'm almost knocked off my feet by a group of boys running down the corridor, followed by Neville. We quickly slide into a carriage.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," I inquire, again. A red-haired boy is sat amongst a pile of sweets, a rat on his lap and a wand in his hand. Beside him is a skinny, black-haired boy with glasses.

The boy with the rat starts to say something, but I interrupt. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then." I say, sitting down opposite the pair.

"Er - all right." He says, looking startled. He clears his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow.Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." He waves his wand but nothing happens.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" I ask, wondering where on earth he could've learnt it. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practise and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all," I inform them. "It was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, It's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard," I say, thinking back to the articles I've read on Durmstrang - a school near Norway or Sweden. "-I've learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough -" I worry, thinking back to last week's earnest reading. "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" I ask. I'm stunned by my sudden outburst; I don't know what's come over me.

"I'm Ron Weasley," The red-haired boy mutters.

"Harry Potter," Says the skinny boy. I take a closer look at him and realise that he's the boy from all the books - the famous boy that I know so much about.

"Are you really? I know all about you, of course - I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century." I inform him.

"Am I?" He asks, a curious look on his face.

"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," I say. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best, I hear Dumbledore himself was one," I remember reading about it in Hogwarts: A History, I almost add. "But I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad...Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." I jump up and slide out, Neville following behind me.

"They seem nice," Neville says, as soon as we're out of earshot.

"Mm, I suppose so." I mutter. "Ron seems a bit daft though, really, doesn't he?" A spur of the moment decision leads me to walk past our carriage.

"Where are you going?" Neville asks, stopping a few steps behind me.

"I'm off to visit the driver," I tell him. "You can come if you like, I'm just going to ask him how long we'll be."

"No thanks, I'll stay here with Sally and Sally-Anne," And he vanishes.

I walk along the corridor and up to the front of the train, dodging more boys running back and for.

"Do be careful!" I warn, as one boy almost knocks me over. I eventually reach the driver and ask him how long it'll be until we arrive. Looking out of the window I can see that it's almost dark now, and I rub my eyes as he tells me we'll be there in under an hour. I decide to head back to our compartment, but as I'm arriving I watch the blonde boy leaving Harry and Ron's carriage, flanked by two grotesque-looking boys. It seems that there's been a bit of controversy, so, naturally, I hurry down to check everything's alright. I glare at the Malfoy boy as he saunters past.

"What has been going on?" I clamour, taking in the scene of disturbance. Sweets are scattered all about the compartment and Ron is picking up his rat by the tail.

"I think he's been knocked out," He says to Harry. He looks closer at the rodent. "No - I don't believe it - he's gone back to sleep." I ignore his revelation and ask, "You've met Malfoy before?"

Harry explains that he'd met this Draco boy in Diagon Alley, and I try to seem interested but Ron's got something on his nose and it's bugging me endlessly.

"I've heard of his family," Ron says darkly. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side," So that explains Hazel's comment. He turns to me. "Can we help you with something?"

"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up the front to ask the driver and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!" I proclaim.

"Scabbers has been fighting," Ron retorts. I assume 'Scabbers' must be the rat's given name. "not us," He scowls at me. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"

"All right - I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," I say, in a sniffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?" I add, smugly. I can feel Ron's glare as I leave the carriage. I almost bump into someone as I exit.

"We can't find him anywhere!" Padma says, looking downhearted.

"We've asked loads of people, but no-one seems to have seen him," Her sister adds.

"It's alright," I say. "I'm sure he'll turn up. Neville would come and say thank you, but I don't think he's in the best place at the moment. You've been so helpful - we can't thank you enough." I smile.

Padma and Parvati return to their carriage and I return to mine, staring out the window, trying to imagine just how enchanting Hogwarts will actually be.



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