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?


4. The Leaky Cauldron

Hazel sat Mum, Dad and I down and told us all about Hogwarts. About how she'd gone there as a child, about how they teach us to become good, respectful young people, but best of all, about how they teach us to perform magic. Hazel explained to us about how once she'd retired, Dumbledore had asked her to become a guide to many 'muggle-borns' (Wizards and Witches with non-magical parents), telling them all the tiny details and taking them to 'Diagon Alley'. She told us that you could get there though a pub only visible to "Wizarding Folk" called the 'Leaky Cauldron', but that you could also get there by using Floo Powder (a substance that enables you to travel by fireplace) or travelling by Apparition, which you need a licence for, meaning that you must be 'of age'. Hazel told us so much that after a while I could tell she was losing Mum and Dad. However, I didn't care. I was far too intrigued to stop listening.

At last, Madam Douglas stood up.

"I think that I have provided you with enough information and that the time for talking is over. We must travel to Charing Cross road."

"Where is Charing Cross, exactly?" Dad asked, shifting positions in his armchair.

"London." She nods. "And I think it best if we travel by car," She adds, a certain curiosity about her. "So as not to overwhelm you, of course." However, it was evident that she was just as interested in 'muggle contraptions' as we were in 'wizarding-ways'.


The ride to London only took about an hour and a half, but I never wanted it to end. Although she'd been offered the front seat, Hazel chose to sit in the back of our shiny, black XJ6, with me. She pulled dozens of books out of her bag, telling me I could borrow as many as I liked. I asked her if she had any spell books, and she laughed, pulling out multiple books by the author Miranda Goshawk.

"Now though, lovey, don't try any of these before you get to Hogwarts - that's a rule. The ministry of magic has strict rules about underage wizardry outside of school. Feel free to try some spells on the train though - once you've gotten your wand, of course." She grins.

I beam back. Before the day was over, I would have my very own wand.


At two o'clock we arrive on Charing Cross road.

"Where now?" Mum asks, while we wait for the lights to turn green.

"If you carry on down this road until you reach the big book shop," Hazel says, indicating to a large, attractive book shop. Normally, I would exclaim about how I could spend hours in there, but today I'm far too excited. "and park across the road."

As we pull up alongside the bookshop, Mum realises there are no spaces to park.

"But there's no-" She starts, but is cut off by two cars parting, creating exactly the right space for our Jaguar. "Oh. Thank you."

Once we're parked, we cross the road and stare up at the bookshop. Madam Douglas steps to the right and points out a tiny, grubby-looking pub.

"The Leaky Couldron," She adds, opening the door for us to enter. I look around and see people going about their business, not even glancing at the exhausted building in front of me. It was almost as if none but us could see it.

We gingerly shuffle inside and as Madam Douglas follows us in an old woman comes over to us.

"Hazel! Glad to see you looking so well. How's Thaddeus?"

"Why, he's been in better shape. But all's well, all's well." She smiles. "How rude of me!" She says with a start. "Doris, this is Hermione Granger - a new Muggle-born addition to Hogwarts."

"How lovely to meet you, Miss Granger." Doris bows low, her long, white hair almost touching the floor.

"And Hermione, this is Doris Crockford - a dear old friend of mine, and a spectacular witch." I smile and nod, as politely as I can without seeming frightened of her wide, toothy grin. I can sense Mum and Dad's uneasiness as she shakes our hands.

"We must be going now, Doris dear, lots of equipment to buy, ready for September 1st!"

"Of course, of course. We need to catch up sometime though, I'll send you an owl when I get home."

"Farewell, my sweet." Hazel leads us through the dark, shabby pub, passed the balding barman and out into a small, walled courtyard littered with weeds and furnishing a rather dented, silver dustbin.

The door closes behind us and Madam Douglas pulls out her wand. I watch her closely as she counts three bricks above, and two across from the dustbin.

"One, two, three." She murmurs, tapping the brick with her wand three times. The brick rattles and vibrates, causing a small hole to appear. The hole grows bigger and wider, and suddenly a large archway appears, big enough for the tallest of men to enter through.

I hesitantly step through the archway and a delightful scene is waiting for me on the other side.

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