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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9. Kings Cross Station

I lay in bed watching the curtains dance, as a breeze invades the room. Birds are chirping to each other, welcoming the morning and singing to the sun. I breathe in the fresh air and sit up, resting on my elbows. I look around the room. Mum and Dad are sharing the double bed in the centre of the room and I'm on a sofa bed, pushed against the window.

The room is quiet; the muffled sound of breathing being the only form of life. Above the double bed is a crystal-beaded lampshade, that would sparkle if you turned it on, sending bright light around the room. I move my eyes to the two doors at the far end of the room - one being an entrance to the bathroom and the other an exit into the hallway.

I almost forget why I'm here, looking around a hotel room and breathing in the morning air. But something clicks and I remember that today is September 1st, and I'm going to Hogwarts.

***

"Come on, Dad! I'm going to miss my train!" I plead, as Dad walks down an alleyway for about the seventeenth time. It's twenty-five past ten.

"Can't you just imagine Holmes here?" He exclaims. He stops and takes a deep breath in. He sighs as we make our way back to the car.

"We can come back later, David!" Mum stressed as made our way to Kings Cross Station. "But I think sending off Hermione is a little more important right now, don't you?"

Hazel was in the back with me again, this time. The ride took just over five minutes, and by the time we'd found a parking space it was twenty-five to.

Dad managed to heave my trunk out of the car, while Mum rushed to get a trolley. I made sure my backpack was carrying everything I needed.

"Now, are you sure you've got your robes?" Mum asked, nervously, as we walked into the station.

"Yes, Mum."

"And do you promise that you'll write us?"

"Every week, Mum."

"I'll send Ibis over on Friday, dear." Hazel proposed, taking Mum's hand. She led us through the busy train station and within five minutes we were facing the metal ticket booth. There was the guard, in his place, just as the book had said.

"Morning Hampus!" Hazel chirps, smiling to the guard.

"Hogwarts business, as usual, ma'am?"

"Indeed!"

"How many Muggles today?" He asks, flicking his shoulder length hair in the manliest way possible.

"Two, please."

I grab Mum's hand, suddenly anxious - what if I can't get through the barrier? What if they got me mixed up with someone else? What if I'm not a witch? Before I can ask anyone, Hazel gives me a nudge and I decide that there's no better time than now. I squeeze Mum's hand, and together we run towards the barrier. I expect a collision, but right where it should've happened, I feel a breeze and open my eyes.

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