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?


11. Hogwarts

"We're almost here!" Sally smiles, her eyes locking on to something in the distance. Curiously, we peer out of the window, up at an outline of a castle perched far up on the cliff top.

Neville breaths heavily. "Is anyone else really nervous?" He asks, a look of apprehension on his face. He shifts hesitantly in his seat.

"Everything will be fine, Neville." I try to reassure him.

"We can go over some spells just incase, if you'd like?" Sally-Anne asks. Neville nods and in the short time it takes us to get to the station, we've gone over five different spells.

The train pulls to a stop and we smile at each other, elated and anxious at the same time. The compartment door swings open and a tall, brown-haired boy is stood gazing in.

"First years?" He asks. We nod. "I'm Ferguson Lutterworth, but you can call me Fergus." People start to rush behind him and down the corridor. "I'm a Ravenclaw prefect. Don't worry about your luggage, it'll all be taken up later. Just follow me," We jump up and rush along behind him, grasping onto each other in attempt to stay together. We're bundled off the train and arrive on the tiny, dark platform.

I'm holding onto Neville's wrist, both of us shivering in the cold, night air. I glance back to find that we've lost Sally and Sally-Anne, but before I can try to look for them a great, booming voice yells, "Firs'-years! Firs'-years over here!" A bobbing lantern comes into view and a huge giant of a man is standing before us. Neville whimpers something about Trevor and I pat his back.

"We'll find him, don't worry, Neville. He'll turn up somewhere." I turn to gaze up at the large man and suddenly spot Harry and Ron. "Ugh," I mutter to myself in disgust. The giant seems to know Harry from somewhere.

"C'mon, follow me - any more firs'-years? Mind yer step, now! Firs'-years follow me!" A group of about forty of us follow the man down a slippery, steep path. It's so dark that I can hardly make out the people in front of me, so Neville and I stumble a few times, him sniffing most of the way.

"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," The man calls over his shoulder. "Jus' round this bend here,"

A loud "Oooooh!" is followed by a sudden opening of the path, onto the edge of a great black lake. Sat on top of the cliff on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, is a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"No more'n four to a boat!" The giant calls, pointing to a fleet of little boats on the water's edge. Neville leads the way and I reluctantly agree to sharing a boat with Harry and Ron - for Neville's sake, of course.

"Who is that?" I whisper to Harry.

"Hagrid - he's the Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts." He tells me.

"Everyone in?" Hagrid shouts, in a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"

The fleet of little boats move off all at once, gliding across the smooth lake. Everyone is awestruck by the amazing castle that towers above us as we get nearer and nearer. No-one says a word, excluding Hagrid's "Heads down!" when we pass through a curtain of Ivy, hiding a wide opening in the cliff face. We drift through a dark tunnel, seemingly taking us right underneath the castle.

We stop at an underground harbour and clambour out of the boats. "Oy, you there!" Hagrid calls. Me and Neville swirl around as he approaches us. "Is this your toad?"

Neville almost swoons in delight. "Trevor!" His spirits soar as we make our way up a passageway in the rock. We come out at last on to smooth, damp grass, shadowed by the castle. Hagrid leads us up a flight of stone steps and we crowd around the huge, oak front door.

"Everyone here?" He booms. "You there, still got yer toad?" Hagrid lifts up his gigantic fist and knocks three times on the castle door.

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