The Philosopher's Stone (Hermione Granger X Male Reader)

Diagon Alley

1991 7th July

It was (Y/N)'s birthday, his 11th birthday to be precise.

He had spent the better part of the 4 years learning up on magic, figuring out the basics of it and how it functioned. Even though Dumbledore had warned him of not using magic, (Y/N) didn't care.

He didn't after all used magic in the literal sense. He wanted to, yes, but it was impossible for him to do so without a wand. Luckily for him however, today he would change that.

His Hogwarts letter had arrived this morning.

A lot had changed over the course of 4 years, mainly that his parents had finally split for the good, and whilst he was still only 11, he was more than capable of taking care of himself even though he stayed with his mother.

She herself was barely home now, having found a job as an amateur actor near East London. (Y/N) was not surprised by it, he did get his good looks from her after all and a bit from his father too he supposed.

"They didn't even give the feckin' address to Diagon Alley..." He said to himself, looking at the letter in his hand. It was then that the letter extended right in front of his eyes and revealed the words "Leaky Cauldron".

"Why do they ave' to be so extra?" (Y/N) chuckled and got ready for the eventful day.

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He was dressed in a black tanktop and some shorts. Whilst it was really, really cold in London this time of the year, it wasn't an issue for (Y/N).

Perhaps it was one his peculiarities as a wizard, but he would always have a hard time in the summer, he naturally produced body heat and as such would get uncomfortable in hot clothing.

(Y/N) looked at the door in front of him. A kid entering a bar would raise suspicions but he supposed the wizards knew better than him... or maybe they were just all dumb.

He entered the bar to a silent crowd, all looking at him. Maybe it was the clothes that alerted them considering they were all wearing mostly three layers.

"H-Hello... May I help you with something lad?" The bartender asked the young boy. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and proceeded to move towards him.

"You're all dressed like feckin' 18th century men... so I guess I'm in the right place." The bartender looked apprehensive at the boy's language but didn't choose to comment on it. "I'm lookin' for a place named Diagon Alley."

"Oh... Where are your parents young lad... or maybe even a guardian?" The bartender wanted to make sure he wasn't about to let a random kid into Diagon Alley.

"...I don' need them." (Y/N) showed his Hogwart's letter as proof.

"How unfortunate." The man was a bit disturbed that a young kid such as him would have to do his shopping all alone.

"Save the pity bruv. Just tell me where I ought to be goin'." (Y/N) really did hate it when people tried to come at his pride as an independent person, even though he didn't have a proper childhood, he was intelligent enough to take care of himself.

"Right this way lad... come on, I'll show you how to get to it." The bartender came out of from his desk and into a backroom, gesturing for (Y/N) to follow him.

Opening the door, the man stepped towards the unassuming wall and used his wand to tap it five times in a circular sequence.

(Y/N) stared with amusement as the walls started turning into itself and opened up, revealing a bustling street filled with what looked like thousands of wizards all dressed quirkily and differently.