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Through The Years by Maesygirl
Chapter 1 : First year at Hogwarts
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11-year-old Harry Potter desperately looked around, he could not find the Hogwarts express, Hagrid had not told him the right station, it couldn’t be nine and three quarters.

A girl, who looked about his age, with bushy brown hair and melting brown eyes tripped over.

Harry, being the young gentleman, helped her up.

‘Thanks,’ she murmured shyly.

‘It’s alright,’ said Harry, ‘where are you going?’

‘To be honest I don’t have a clue,’ she said, ‘platform nine and three quarters? There doesn’t seem to be one.’

‘I’m going there too,’ said Harry then at the same time they both said, ‘Hogwarts?’

They laughed.

‘We should stick together then,’ said Harry. 

‘Yeah okay,’ said the girl, ‘Hermione Granger, by the way.’

‘Harry Potter,’ said Harry.

‘Harry Potter,’ said Hermione, then a surprised look flittered across her face, ‘I’ve read about you!’

Harry smiled bemused and she blushed, ‘sorry,’ she muttered, ‘I – I like to read, magical and non magical.’

‘Shall we try and find platform nine and three quarters?’ said Harry.

‘Yeah,’ said Hermione, glad of a different subject.

‘Are you on your own?’ asked Harry as they walked around.

‘Yeah,’ said Hermione glumly, ‘my parents don’t want me to go to Hogwarts you see, their muggle dentists.’

‘My aunt and uncle don’t want me to go to Hogwarts either,’ said Harry, ‘though my parents were magical, that’s why my aunt and uncle hate them. And me.’

As Hermione opened her mouth to reply and plump red haired woman said, ‘– packed with muggles of course –’

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then followed them to a ticket barrier between platforms nine and ten.

‘Percy, you first,’ said the woman and the boy called Percy, who looked about fifteen, strolled to the ticket barrier and disappeared.

Harry and Hermione blinked together.

‘Fred, you next.’

‘I’m not Fred I’m George, can’t you tell your own sons, apart mother?’ said one of the red hair twins.

‘Sorry George.’

‘Only kidding, I am Fred.’

He ran to the ticket barrier followed by his twin and they both disappeared.

‘Excuse me,’ said Harry, ‘we’re a bit confused, how do you …’

‘How do you get through to the platform?’ finished the woman for him and she gave him a warm smile, ‘don’t worry, you and your girlfriend are in the right place.’

Harry and Hermione blushed as the woman had intended, ‘we’re not –’ they said together.

The woman smiled again and she said, ‘yes, Ron’s new too.’ She gestured to her tall, gangly red haired son. ‘Just go through the ticket barrier, best to run if you’re a bit nervous.’

Harry turned to Hermione, ‘I’ll wait for you?’

‘Yeah I’d like that,’ said Hermione smiling.

Harry prepared himself then run through the ticket barrier with his eyes firmly closed.

 He was expecting a bang when he crashed, but he didn’t, he opened his eyes.

Hermione came through seconds later, Harry grabbed her and she opened her eyes.

‘Hi,’ she said.

‘Hi,’ he replied ‘let’s find a compartment.’

The boy called Ron came through, he was on his own, ‘d’you want to come with us?’ asked Harry kindly and Hermione nodded.

‘Okay,’ said Ron, ‘Ron Weasley.’

 ‘Hermione Granger.’

‘Harry Potter.’

‘C’mon let’s go,’ said Hermione and Harry helped her get her trunk onto the train.

They sat in an empty compartment together, and Ron asked abruptly, ‘are you two together?’

‘No,’ said Harry and Hermione together, blushing.

The compartment door slid open, and a boy, about their age, with greasy yet sleek white blond hair entered the compartment, followed by his two cronies, two large boys who represented boulders.

‘So it’s true then,’ said the boy in a lazy drawl, ‘Harry Potters come to Hogwarts. I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and this is Crabbe and this is Goyle, I see you’ve picked up a weasel, eugh! And a mudblood by the smell of it.’

Harry didn’t know what ‘mudblood’ meant but knew it was offensive.

‘Shut up,’ muttered Hermione not looking at him.

‘Well you smell like a muggle born,’ said Malfoy, ‘am I right?’

‘Shut up Malfoy,’ said Harry quietly and Malfoy looked furious.

‘I was going to let you come with me, to the right group,’ he snarled, ‘but now… If you want to hang around with you’re mudblood girlfriend then so be it.’

‘Shut up!’ said Harry angrily getting to his feet, not noticing Hermione withdrawing her wand.

‘You gonna make me Potter?’ said Malfoy.

‘No but I will,’ said Hermione who’d secretively got to her feet. She confidently muttered ‘Expelliarmus.’

It was such a powerful spell that it knocked Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle out of the compartment, the train shook.

‘What does that mean?’ asked Harry quietly ‘What does mudblood mean?’

‘It means dirty blood,’ said Hermione also quietly sitting down, ‘it’s a foul term for a muggle born, you don’t usually hear it in civilised conversation.’

‘He’s a nasty piece of work,’ said Ron loudly, or loudly compared to Harry and Hermione. ‘You should hear my father going on about his family. The most arrogant, twisted, evil family around, supporters of you-know-who.’

‘What? You mean Voldermort?’ asked Harry without thinking and Ron flinched and Hermione jumped.

‘Don’t say his name,’ said Ron.

‘Oh, sorry,’ said Harry. ‘How did you do that?’ he asked turning to Hermione, ‘that spell?’

‘I said before, I read,’ said Hermione, ‘I read the theory, and practised it without a wand.’

‘I bet we’ve just met the cleverest girl in the class,’ said Ron.

‘Yeah,’ Harry agreed, and when he spoke Hermione blushed, they shared a glance.

They talked for hours as the train made it’s way to Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione occasionally sharing glances.

Harry was thoroughly confused. He had never felt like this, every time Hermione talked, or even looked at him he became nervous and his heart flipped.

Apparently Ron had five older brothers and a younger sister, he always felt outshined.

Hermione didn’t say much about her family and home life, she didn’t seem to say much at all.

‘What about you Hermione?’ asked Ron.

Hermione shrugged.

‘Any brothers or sisters?’ urged Ron.

‘No,’ said Hermione quietly, ‘I live with my mum and step-father. I don’t like him.’

‘Why?’ asked Ron tactlessly.

‘He’s abusive,’ said Hermione very quietly, Harry heard her but Ron didn’t seem too.

As Ron opened his mouth Harry kicked him and reached out and touched Hermione’s hand, they both turned a dark shade of red but grinned.

Soon a lady with a food cart came by, when she asked if they wanted to buy anything Ron turned red and mumbled something about having sandwiches.

Hermione didn’t say anything but Harry said, ‘we’ll have the lot.’

Hermione looked up and Ron’s mouth fell open.

Half an hour later Ron and Harry was working through the sweets, Hermione however refused when Harry offered her a chocolate frog.

‘I’m not hungry,’ she had said.

Ron left to go to the toilet and Hermione and Harry smiled at each other.

‘What house d’you think you’re going to be in?’ asked Hermione.

‘House?’ asked Harry. 

‘There’s four houses, Gryffindor for bravery, Ravenclaw for cleverness, Hufflepuff for the rest, and Slytherin for … the evil purebloods, like Malfoy. I’d like to be in either Ravenclaw of Gryffindor.’

‘Me too,’ said Harry, ‘but as I have no chance of getting into Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. I’ll probably be in Hufflepuff.’

‘No you’ll be in Gryffindor,’ said Hermione confidently.

‘If you say so,’ said Harry doubtfully, ‘you’re the clever one.’

Hermione smiled shyly at him and his heart flipped again.

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