Chapter Three:
Hermione’s Point of View
Today is September first, and it’s been a few days since I had been at the Weasley’s. I am going there today however so they can show me how to get on the platform, since I am supposed to pretend I don’t know how to get on the platform.
It’s stupid, I thought. All of a sudden someone popped out of the fireplace and I noticed it was Fred. I knew it was Fred because his smile loops a little bit on the right side, George’s on the left. They told me that’s how they know they are still each other… If that makes any sense at all.
“Hey Fred,” I spoke and his eyes widened, scratching the back of his head.
“How did you know it was me?” He asked dumbfounded, “Mum always messes up our names,”
“Your smile loops a bit on the right, George’s on the left. Are you ready to go?” I asked, and he stared at me a little bit confused.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“Well, I think you know my answer,” I answered, and my mind went back to the past. I never went to Diagon Alley with the Weasley’s, this was completely new. I didn’t think I did anything wrong!
I didn’t but other people are changing their minds, I thought simply, it makes perfect sense. So even if I made everything happen the same, something different would happen.
I grabbed the floo powder out of his hand and stood in the fireplace, throwing the powder down as I called out clearly, “THE BURROW,”
Green flames erupted around me and I landed in the living room, brushing dust off me. Next thing I knew Fred came out a little too fast and slid out of the fireplace, hitting his head and knocking me over.
Five people burst out laughing and I looked up to see Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, George, Ron, and a young red-headed girl who I earlier figured out was Ginny who was 10. Percy was standing there looking bored, and I grinned.
“’Ello,” I called and tried to get Fred off me, “Fred get off!”
“No I’m Fred,” George argued.
“No, you’re George, stop lying now Fred GET OFF ME,” I tried to get him off with no success however. Eventually he got off and I felt like I was squished onto the ground.
“How does she know which one of us is which Fred?” George asked.
“I don’t know, she called me Fred and I tried to tell her I was you but it didn’t work,” Mrs. Weasley looked triumphant.
“YES! You need to tell me your secret,” I made a zipper motion on my lips.
“I shan’t tell secrets, sorry Mrs. Weasley,” She looked hurt but understood. I grabbed my trunk off the ground and asked, “Are we ready?”
“Alright kids, grab your trunks and get ready to side apparate. Charlie and Bill should be here soon to help us, ah! There’s Bill!” I smiled as Bill walked in, looking slightly younger than he did when I met him in 4th year.
“Hullo mum,” He greeted and hugged his mother who was really short compared to him.
“Bill!” George cried.
“You have left us,” Fred continued.
“With these hooligans,”
“Who don’t,”
“Even have,”
“A sense of humor,”
“AT ALL,”
“But Hermione does,”
“Good point,”
“Who is Hermione?” Bill asked confused, “And I understand little brothers, Percy has no sense of humor whatsoe-“
“Hey! I do too have a sense of humor, just not an idiotic one that YOU have,” Percy sneered.
“This is Hermione,” George motioned to me, and I grinned as I waved.
“I can introduce myself thanks George. I’m Hermione,”
“Nice to meet you Hermione,”
“MUM OPEN THE BLASTED DOOR!” A voice hollered from the back door, and Mrs. Weasley hurried into the kitchen and I heard her make the boy stop breathing, “Geez, let me breath!”
“I’m sorry Charlie dear, oh Hermione this is my other son Charlie,” Mrs. Weasley introduced and I waved.
“I’m Hermione,” I spoke before George could introduce me again.
“Nice to meet you, who am I apparating? You know I have to get back to Romania to work with the blasted Hungarian Horntail,” Charlie spoke.
“Ginny is going with you Bill, Arthur you have Fred and George, I have Ginny and Ron, and Charlie you have Hermione,” She named off names and everyone nodded.
I hauled my trunk over to Charlie and flashed him a grin. He nodded and held his arm out and I grabbed it, and then felt a familiar squeezing sensation. When we stopped I fell to the ground because no one felt fine after their first apparation.
“Are you okay Hermione? Don’t worry you get used to it eventually,” I just grinned at Charlie.
“I feel great-ish,” I mumbled the ish so hopefully he didn’t hear it. He did however and let out a laugh.
“Come on, we’re meeting the rest of them at the barrier,” He spoke and grabbed my trunk for me. We walked along and came to the platform.
“Barrier?”
“To Platform 9 and ¾, I believe my mum has your ticket,” I nodded, and he put my trunk down, “Bye mum, I have to go. I would stay but I can’t. Send me letters,” Charlie turned and strolled out of the busy train station.
“Is everyone ready?”
“I’m sorry,” A boy with black messy hair spoke – Harry! “I couldn’t help but notice you said platform 9 and ¾, and I was wondering how we get on the platform?”
“You just run through this wall,” I made my jaw drop.
“You WHAT?” I took his words out of his mouth. Mrs. Weasley nodded.
“Percy why don’t you go first,” He nodded and ran through the wall, “See, it’s not that bad,”
“I’ll go first,” I blurted out and ran through the wall, and coming out to the platform. I grinned, and came to the compartment I noticed was where I met Harry and Ron. I sat down, and pulled out a book.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Harry asked as he poked his head through the door, and I shook my head.
“Go ahead, sit down. You’re Harry right? I’m Hermione,” I held my hand out and he shook it.
“If you don’t mind me asking, does EVERYONE know who I am?”
I flashed a grin, “Harry, of course we all do,”
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