Disclaimer: Anything recognized belongs to J.K. Rowling. Ann's mine, though!
Better summary: Hermione meets a Muggle girl before she goes to Hogwarts and the Muggle girl reads the Harry Potter series, but Hermione can't for some odd reason. Things turn out differently because the Muggle girl warns Hermione of things she should and should not do. But havoc still ensues! This story is way better than it sounds.
I was so excited! I had just received my letter confirming my acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! My excitement level was so high, in fact, that my usual worries didn't start until we were in London.
"But Mum, what if I'm not smart enough and they realize they've made a mistake and send me back?" I asked my mother for the seventeenth time today.
"Hermione, don't worry, everything will be fine," my dad said firmly.
My parents were surprised when I got my letter because up until that moment, they had had no idea that wizards and witches existed. As soon as I read the letter (I had read it before my parents), I knew that it must be true because all of the books that I had read confirmed that such people might exist, though people might be scornful about it, and the official-looking letter itself convinced me as well that this wasn't some sort of practical joke. All of the students in my year at my previous school hadn't had much imagination, so they definitely couldn't have cooked this up. Someone older would have been to busy (or, at least, they should be). And I suppose part of the reason I believed the letter from Hogwarts so easily was because I wanted to believe it. I wasn't liked very much at my old school; the students kept saying that I had my head in the clouds too often (but like I said earlier, they don't have good imaginations so are not willing to believe the seemingly impossible) or that I was too much of a know-it-all. It took a bit of time to convince my parents that the letter was real and that these people did in fact exist. However, once they saw that I was set on my views, they became set with me. My parents have always trusted me.
Actually, they've been taking it rather well...
In my musings of the past week or so, I didn't look where I was going and bumped into one of the very many people in the crowded streets of non-magical London.
"Oops, I'm so sorry!" I gasped as a girl was knocked to the cobblestones. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," said the girl, and as she stood up, I noticed that she looked around my age, although she was a little shorter than I was. "I don't mean to be rude, but what's that you're carrying? It looks interesting, like it came from an entirely different civilization that none of us knows about. Can I have a look?"
This girl took me completely off guard. Never, ever since I got that fateful letter which I was carrying in my hands, had I met anyone with as much capacity to believe, or anyone who was so close to the mark. When I got the letter, I had done all the research I could do although not a single person I knew on the street was a witch or wizard. I had found out from one particular dusty, old-looking book that non-magical people were called Muggles. Wizards and witches tried their hardest to prevent Muggles from learning about them, and it worked reasonably well. This girl was obviously a Muggle or else she would have known the source of the letter. Hogwarts was a very famous and academically elite school of magic, I had read in the same book. I was so flabbergasted by the girl that I blurted out without thinking –
"S-sure. What's your name?"
And I handed the letter over to her.
Immediately, I realized that I had done something very stupid, but I couldn't just snatch it away from her and I didn't yet know any spells. To put spells in Muggle books would be very dangerous, obviously.
"My name's Ann. Ann Walters. And here." She handed the letter back to me. Wow, I thought, stunned. Even I don't read that quickly! "Are there really witches and wizards?" Before I could get to lying, though, she answered her own question. "I suppose there are. It would make sense. After all, they are hinted at in almost every book I've read." I was beginning to like Ann immensely. "So you're a witch. What's your name, anyway?"
"Hermione...um, Byfield." It was the first name that came to mind, the name of a girl at my old school who was my friend...sometimes.
"Right. So anything but Byfield, then." Ann grinned. "Walters really is my last name, you know. Anyways, can we keep in touch? I wouldn't tell anyone about you. We could be friends."
I thought for a moment, and decided that it wouldn't hurt. After all, my parents were both Muggles and if this girl said she wouldn't tell anyone...
But I had to make sure.
"Ann, I swear, if you tell anyone I will put a terrible hex on you." When I learned one.
"I know," Ann said cheerfully. "I'm not stupid, you know. Here's my address." And she handed me a piece of paper with her address on it. She had already written it down.
"Er, thanks. I'll write to you soon, then." I made to walk away, but the stopped. "Ann...you shouldn't wonder if the post comes in an unusual way. You aren't afraid of birds, are you?"
"No, of course not. And I was expecting something like that. Hear from you soon!"
And she disappeared into the crowd.
My parents, who had been in a pub called The Leaky Cauldron, came out looking excited.
"Hermione, we've found the entrance to the magical world, finally! The barman, Tom I think his name was, told us where to go. About time, too! Come on!"
And we entered The Leaky Cauldron.
Okay, dear readers, this is it! My first ever Harry Potter fanfic! Read the summary at the top, please! It's much better than the one you've already read! Updating may take a while because I need to get the Harry Potter books and I don't have all of them. But don't worry, I will! I am a faithful updater! Please review!