Chapter 1: How She Decided to Turn

Hermione Granger walked onto Platform nine and three quarters, the train steamed and gave her a sense of happiness just being there.

"Move it, Mudblood," a rude blonde shouted. Hermione didn't know what this meant, but it sounded terrible.

For now, she ignored him and entered the train, taking a seat next to a few giggly girls. Hermione didn't like the frivolous casualties that people thought girls had to act. She didn't seem like it, but Hermione was really independent and thought about more important things than…what other girls thought was important.

"You, Mudblood," the blonde from before shouted. Hermione was already getting annoyed by him. "What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger, and I am not a Mudblood."

"You have Muggle parents, right?"

"Yes," Hermione answered, wondering how that was relevant.

"Then you're a Mudblood."

"Shove off, Malfoy! We don't need your idiocy in here," one girl shouted at him. Hermione thanked the girl. Her name was Cho Chang, a second year.

"Thanks. What exactly is a 'mudblood?'"

Cho leaned back and sighed. "It means dirty blood; a foul name for Muggle born witches and wizards. I'm not surprised that Malfoy would dare to use it in public. It's worse than a swear word."

Hermione looked down, shocked that someone would be so cruel.

"Excuse me?" Hermione looked up to see a round faced boy. "Have you seen my toad, I can't seem to find him."

"No, sorry," Cho said. Hermione felt sorry for him and stood to help him look for a loose toad.

Opening one compartment, she realized that she barged in on two boys. One boy had round glasses and black hair that was really messy. He looked rather thin as well. The other was tall and had red hair and freckles. The red haired boy also had dirt on his nose.

"Have either of you seen a toad?" She asked. "A boy named Neville lost one." They shook their heads and Hermione noticed that the red haired boy had a worn out looking wand in his hand. Hermione tried not to look too excited. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then," she challenged, doubting that either of them new enough to magic to perform it perfectly.

"Sunshine, Daisies, Buttermellow…Turn this stupid fat rat yellow," the red head said, nothing happened. Hermione tried not to laugh.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" she asked, but continued before he could answer. "Well, it's not a very good one, is it? I tried some spells and they all worked fine for me." She sat next to the red head, across from the other boy. "For example; Orculus Reparo." The boy's glasses repaired instantly. "That's better isn't it?" Realization dawned on her. "Holy cricket!!! You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" She said snobbishly to the other boy.

"Ron Weasley."

"Pleasure. Well, I suggest you get into your robes. I expect that we'll be arriving soon," with that she left, laughing to herself. She had never seen such stupid boys in her life!

Once at the school, she was selected for Gryffendor and quickly befriended a prefect, most likely that Ron Weasley's older brother due to the freckles and red hair. His brother was kind of cute.

Dinner ended and Hermione headed to her dormitory with some of the other girls. Hermione tried to ignore them, but it was unavoidable.

"It's nice to meet you; I'm Pavarti Patil. This is Lavender Brown. What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Oh…such a pretty name!" Lavender fawned. Hermione was getting really annoyed by these two girls.

"Well, goodnight," Hermione said.

The next few days were hectic and horrible. Slytherins would call her a Mudblood every chance they got. On Halloween, a Slytherin fourth year attacked her. Thankfully, Professor Sinistra stepped in and the Slytherin was sent to Dumbledore's office.

Hermione ran before the Professor could take her to Professor McGonnagal about the bullying problem.

Hermione shoved passed Harry and Ron and the other Gryffendor boys, running as fast as she could to the girl's bathroom. Looking in the mirror, the words that the Slytherin said echoed in her mind.

Nothing but an ugly, mudblood Gryffendor. That's what you are. People like you are only going to turn out as Dumbledore's pawns. Maybe even Potter's slut.

Hermione tried to block out the voices, but couldn't. She dragged herself in a stall and sobbed…

She cried until dinner was over, but when she exited the stall, she was shocked when she saw the troll.

"Hermione! Get out of here!" She looked over and saw Harry and Ron tackle the troll, Hermione was still too weak to run, so she slumped to the ground and stared at the troll which Ron was distracting.

"Hermione, come on!" Harry urged. She couldn't budge…Potter's slut…Hermione began to cry again, just when she thought she had no more tears. Harry looked over at the Troll and jumped onto it's back, and clumsily stuck his wand up it's nose. The troll went nuts and tried to clobber Harry.

Ron, at that point, much to Hermione's shock, mastered the levitation spell, and thus, knocked out the troll.

Teachers came swarming in and Hermione finally was able to stand.

"It was my fault Professor McGonnagal," Hermione said. "I thought I could handle it, because I read all about trolls. I was wrong. If Harry and Ron didn't come when they did, I'd be dead."

Hermione walked back to Gryffendor Tower with Ron and Harry in silence.

"Erm, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione looked at him. "Ron and I wanted to apologize."

"Yeah; since it was our fault that you got into this. I mean, if I wasn't being a thick headed idiot none of this would have happened," Ron said.

Hermione looked at them strangely. "It wasn't because of you guys that I was crying in the bathroom in the first place."

Harry and Ron smiled and helped her into the tower.

Ever since, she was friends with them; although she had a lot of arguments with Ron for the next few months. Overall, Hermione became great friends with Harry and Ron.

Hermione helped Harry keep up with school and Quidditch and helped Ron to keep up in general.

She was still called a Mudblood when no one was with her, but she learned to block it out.

Finally she broke in second year. Draco Malfoy called her a Mudblood in front of her friends and both the Slytherin and Gryffendor Quidditch teams.

Ron tried to curse him but the spell backfired and cursed himself. Ron was dragged to Hagrid's house.

This is how she decided to defy all she believed in.