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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3. Madam Douglas

The next week, there was a knock at the door. Mum was busy washing up and dad was doing paperwork in the conservatory, so I skipped to the big mint green door, still in an exceptionally good mood. As I pulled up the latch I positioned myself facing forward, ready to greet our guest.

"Well good day. Miss Granger, I suppose?" A round, kind-looking woman in a long purple cloak stood in front of me. Her black hair sat on her shoulders, curling around her face. Her big, pink smile widened as I nodded. "I live just down the street," She pointed across the road. For a moment I couldn't make out a house in the direction she was pointing, but then a small bungalow seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"May I come in?" She asked.

"I'll have to check with my mother first, but please wait here," I replied, hurrying into the kitchen.

Mum was stood at the sink, her hands immersed in soapy water; dripping dishes were piled high on the draining board.

"Who was at the door darling?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder as I moved towards her.

"A precarious lady from across the road. She wants to know if she can come in."

"Oh, of course. I'll be there now. Welcome her in, dear."

I rushed back into the large entrance hall and welcomed in our neighbour. I led her to the sitting room and offer her a seat.

"Can I get you anything to drink, Ms...?"

"Madam Douglas, but do call me Hazel." She smiled. "Do you have any butterbeer? No, I don't suppose you do. Oh you'll love that! Mm, how about a nice hot cup of tea? Is that what muggles drink? I think so. Yes, tea will do just fine." She said, a twinkle in her eye.

Cautiously I edged out of the room. There was something very...odd about this woman. Why was she referring to herself as 'Madam' and what on earth was a 'muggle'?

The kettle was boiling as I walked back into the kitchen. Mum had pulled off her washing-up gloves and was wiping her hands on a tea towel when I entered the room.

"Fetch out the teapot dear, and I'll go and say hello." Mum said, kissing me on the forehead as she walked out of the room, her short brown hair swishing behind her.

I reached into the cupboard and found the white teapot, decorated with pink and blue flowers. As I grabbed hold of the handle, my arm catches on the door and the teapot smashes all over the tiled floor. Mum and Madam Douglas rush in, the latter's cloak billowing behind her.

"Oh, dear." She says, reaching into a pocket. I gasp in awe as she pulls out a wand and, right in front of me, performs magic. The teapot fits itself back together and flies up onto the worktop. I can feel my jaw almost dropping to the floor, so I quickly close my mouth and shut the cupboard.

"S-so it's true?" I ask, bewildered. "There really is a magical world?" This certainly explains the odd behaviour.

"Oh, of course treasure! But I must say, we prefer the term Wizarding World." She winks. "And that is precisely why I am here - to teach you all you need to know to get you started."

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