Well guys, here I am with chapter 2, finally. I'd been waiting for my other story to update so I could update this one.
A huge thanks to Gin-gin06 and We Are Padfoot and Prongs for the amazing reviews for chapter 1, it means a lot. S2
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter. The amazing Jo does. I'm simply a bored person writing a story using her characters. You guys are smart. :)
I raced home as quickly as my legs would allow; seeing as I wasn’t very athletic at all it was a rather slow run.
When I finally arrived at home I nearly stumbled through the door and had to right myself before continuing on. I burst into the kitchen where I knew my parents were, judging by the amazing smell wafting though the house which only meant one thing, my father’s cooking.
I was still out of breath from the run when I finally came to a halt and judging by the look on my parent’s faces I must look half mad. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table reading a novel while my father stood behind the stove cooking something I couldn’t see.
“Mum! Dad!” I managed to get out between breaths, “You’ll never believe what happened to me in the park today!” I held up the letter and my mother gave me a quizzical look. She stood up from the table and grabbed the letter from me to read it. My father turned the stove off and came to join my mother, reading over her shoulder. After what seemed like ages my father finally cleared his throat and looked to my mother before nodding and looking at me. I didn’t know what they’re unspoken agreement was but I held my breath.
“Well, tomorrow is Saturday and your mother and I have it off, so it looks like we’ll be taking a little day trip to this little errrm… alley place. We’ll leave at about 8.” He gave me a smile and I ran over to give my parents a hug, nearly knocking them over. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew my parents had as many questions as I did and I promised I would find out all I could.
I nearly inhaled my dinner far more quickly than I should have. Mum excused me from the table knowing that I wouldn’t want to sit there, and I raced upstairs.
As quickly as I could, I showered and prepared for bed. I knew I was being silly and that rushing through everything wouldn’t make it come any faster but I couldn’t sit still.
I sat by the window and started reading the book I had been reading in the park for what seemed like hours. I glanced up at the clock on my desk and was disappointed to see it was only 22:00. I still had about 10 hours to go before we would be leaving and I knew I would get very little if any sleep. I let out a huge sigh and was startled by a loud tapping on my window.
I glanced up to the window and saw a large owl waiting there. I quickly opened the window and stood back. The owl flew in immediately and made its way over to my desk, where it landed. I made my way over to the owl and took the letter it had clutched in its beak. This letter was also from Hogwarts but was now addressed to:
The bedroom at the top of the stairs”
(Followed by my address) It read:
Though we just sent your acceptance letter earlier today, we’re giving you a chance to reply today. We look forward to hearing from you.
Well. I thought to myself, my father said we were going tomorrow which meant I was going to the school which meant that I could write a response saying I’d be going. Oh. My. God. I was going to be a witch, or, rather, I was a witch but was going to this school to get my education as one.
I quickly rummaged through my desk until I found my stationary set. I wrote a quick response:
Dear Ms. McGonagall, (I hoped to myself that this was correct)
I have read through the letter you sent me earlier and talked it over with my parents. They said I could attend the school. I look forward to beginning my education as a witch at Hogwarts, I’m anxious to learn. If you wouldn’t mind sending me a list of any other books I can get at some point to help me learn more about the history of magic and such it would be much appreciated.
Hermione Jean Granger
I folded up the letter and held it out to the owl. It immediately grabbed it in its beak and soared out through the window and into the night. I let out a huge sigh of relief as I saw it disappear among the stars. I made my way over to the bed where I flopped down and closed my eyes, thoroughly happy. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
I opened my eyes and groaned at the amount of light coming through my window and forcefully making its way through my eyelids. I realized that this meant my curtains were open and mentally kicked myself for not closing them the night before. I had been having the most pleasant dream filled with letters and owls and magic… wait. Last night. I hadn’t closed my curtains after the owl left. THE OWL! I hadn’t even closed the window itself because there was an owl and because the dream wasn’t a dream, it was real! This meant that magic existed and I was a witch. Bloody hell. I was a witch. Magic and wands and all. No matter how many times I thought it, the thought never lost its appeal.
I sprang out of bed and got dressed as quickly as I could, resulting in me trying to put my jumper on backwards. I fixed it and made my way to the bathroom where I ran a brush through my hair and quickly brushed my teeth before scrambling downstairs to the kitchen.
My father had just finished cooking breakfast when I arrived. There was a full table of food, including everything from eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes to toast, waffles, and orange juice. I grabbed a plate off the table before digging in. I scooped eggs onto my plate and loaded it with waffles and bacon and toast. It all looked incredible yet I barely tasted anything as I chewed and swallowed quickly. I was far too excited to give it the appreciation I knew it deserved. My mother arched her eyebrow and I finished chewing before talking.
“Hermione, dear, slow it down it’s not a race.”
“I’m sorry I’m just so excited.”
My mother laughed and shook her head.
“Make sure you have all your lists and such before we leave.”
RIGHT! The lists! That might be helpful. I bounded up the stairs and frantically ran around my room in search of the lists before realizing they were sitting on my desk. I grabbed them and made my way back down stairs to find my parents clearing the table and putting away the leftovers. Each second that went by was sheer agony. I wanted to get all the supplies, the books, the wand, and to see what all this was like.
I had yet to be this excited in my entire life. I hadn’t ever really had anything to look forward to except my birthday because it usually meant my parents took me to a bookstore and let me have my fun.
After what seemed like an eternity my parents were finally done.
“Ready to go?” My father asked.
“YES!” I nearly screamed, double checking that I had all of the lists. I ran out of the house and waited next to the car. My father came out and upon seeing my face let out a chuckle.
“No one but you would be this excited for school.” He said.
“It’s not just that,” I said, though most of it was, “It’s the chance to learn about something that I never knew could exist. The chance to find out who I am and why I’ve felt so out of place all these years. A chance to actually understand myself. And possibly make a friend or two.” He smiled at me and unlocked the car.
I opened the door and slid in. We lived about a half hour drive from London, where we would then make our way to Diagon Alley. Full instructions were on one of the papers I had been sent and though I didn’t understand what some of it meant I’m sure I would find out soon.
The drive was agonizingly slow. My parents chattered away in the front while I sat in the back looking out the window and watching everything go by. When we finally arrived in London, it took all my strength to sit back and attempt to relax.
We were instructed to go to an address that supposedly was invisible to people with non-magic blood. Because my parents were with me however, they were supposed to be able to see it. I didn’t understand exactly how it all worked but I was too excited to care much. After parking and walking to the address, we arrived at the location it was supposed to be. I glanced around and then saw it. It was so out of place it baffled me that no one saw it but I realized it must be strong magic. It was an older looking, slightly worn down building with an old sign hanging that read “The Leaky Cauldron”.
I walked towards it and my parents followed closely behind. I knew that when we entered, we were to talk to a man named Tom and explain that I was “muggle-born” and that I needed to enter Diagon Alley. I merely needed to present him with my Hogwarts letter and we were set.
When we entered, I glanced around and saw several people. They were all wearing the strangest things. Long, floor-length robes, tall hats, the works. I smiled to myself as I saw a man stirring his spoon by twirling his finger. A broom was sweeping in the corner without anyone holding it, and a pitched of some type of liquid was pouring its contents into a woman’s glass.
I didn’t know who Tom was, so I assumed he was the man behind the counter.
“Excuse me, Tom?” My father asked, trying to start up a conversation so I didn’t have to.
“Yes sir.” The man replied.
“Well you see, my daughter here is supposed to be attending school, uhh Pig something?” Oh lord, my father was hopeless sometimes.
The man, Tom rather, smiled down at me.
“That’s the one!” My father exclaimed.
“I’m assuming you two aren’t magic then?” He asked my parents and they shook their heads. I held out my letter for him to see and he glanced quickly at it before smiling and making his way out from behind the bar. “This way.” He said, motioning for us to follow him.
“So what’s your name?” Tom asked me.
“Hermione sir. Hermione Granger.” I replied, not sure why but I felt comfortable with him.
He ushered us through the small building and into a small courtyard in the back surrounded by bricks. I was confused as to what we could possibly doing in an area this small, surely this couldn’t be right. He then pulled a stick, or what I was assuming was a wand, from his pocket and tapped a single brick, standing back from the wall.
The bricks began to shift and I had to stifle a gasp. An archway was slowly forming and revealing a crowded street full of bright colors and shops. A huge smile crossed my face.
“Welcome miss Granger, to Diagon Alley.”
So, I know this chapter is rather slow and uneventful but let me know how it is otherwise, how you're liking it so far, etc. :) Please review!! Just a small tid-bit in that box will make me a happy author.