Spell Bound

A New Begining

I own none of these characters. These are wonderful makings of J.K Rowling's imagination. I would also like to give credit to other fanfictions as well as theories and head cannons of other fans. Thank you for taking the time to read, I hope you enjoy; and without further ado, Spell Bound.

Hermione walked to platform nine, shutting her eyes with giddy excitement, quickly gliding through the wall. After taking multiple steps and feeling like she was beyond the magical barrier Hermione allowed her eyes to flutter open.

The brunette couldn't help but gasp, ever since she had received the letter permitting her to attend the wizarding school, Hogwarts; she had tried not to be biased on the opinion that everything would be completely different from the reality she had once known. Such as witches being green like from the Wizard of Oz or everything having a feeling of the Victorian era. She was happy to see that the aura given off from this magical world felt like the the life she had once known except more- the brunette looked for a word to explain what she was feeling... it was-. Before she could dig deeper into her imagination a ginger boy ran through the platform and crashed into her knocking his things over and not to mention, herself as well.

"Bloody Hell!" The ginger boy groaned as he picked his things up, he glanced over at Hermione as she held her hand out expecting him to help her up, which he did not do but instead began to go off on her, "What were you doing just standing around here for? What else would you expect from acting like a sitting duck?" He began to chastise her as he got up and grabbed his things.

Instinctively she became defensive, "What was I doing standing around?" Hermione repeated his question with a hiss of annoyance in her voice, "I was looking for my train car! What are you doing running around like a chicken with his head cut off not looking where you are going?!" It was only a slight lie that she was trying to find her train car, so she didn't mind it. After all, the careless boy was already in the wrong. The brunette brushed herself off and got up, looking down at her feet even her cat, Crookshanks didn't like him, it hissed as the hair on its back stood up.

Another boy seemed to appear out of nowhere and glanced at her. He had a pale complexion, dark hair, and a vacant look. In her eyes, the boy looked as if he were a confused ghost.  The boy, (which seemed to be around her age) looked familiar in a way; though she couldn't place where she had once seen him. "I'm sorry, you see its my friend, Ron's first day at school and he's a bit on edge. It's my first day too, we didn't mean to start the year off this way."

She smiled, appreciative of the apology. He didn't seem too bad but she absolutely learned to loath Ron with the couple seconds she knew him. She gave a slight thank 'you-and-goodbye' nod and walked off to find a place to put her schooling objects and find a car to sit in for the ride;  Ron and his friend did the same.

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Hermione had taken so long to find the baggage car that all the other cars were taken, that was-- except the car with only Ron and his friend. The brunette rolled her eyes, partially to the circumstance, though as well to chastise herself for taking so carelessly long to find a compartment to sit in. Usually she found herself to be frustratingly early. Hermione let out a groan as she pulled the door open, knowing she would have to talk to Ron once again. The first-year opened the door and Ron immediately looked up at her as if she were the woman selling candies and was ready for anther order but narrowed his eyes as he remembered her face. He seemed at a loss for words for a second then snapped, "This is a boys only car! No girls allowed!"

Hermione couldn't help but smirk, "One: you're a terrible liar. Two: there is no such thing as a boy's only car. I read the rules set by the Magical Community." 'Clearly you haven't' she thought. Hermione wasn't ashamed that she was a muggle but knew other wizards not in her shoes most probably had an upper-hand in the knowledge of this world, so she went to study, buying the books and reading them over at least once so that she wouldn't look like a fool in front f her class mates. She read the books to the extent of " Everything You Need to Know About The Hogwarts Express for Students" which helped explain the cloaking spells down to the simplest rules.

"Oh you think you're so smart? Well, do you even know who he is?" Ron made a sour look with his face, furrowing his red eyebrows and squinting his green eyes. Though there was nothing even remotely scary about his disposition. The twelve year old looked like he could be on the front of a pastry package.

Hermione  scoffed, "Why would I care to know who another student is? I would choose who to meet by the classes I take." This seemed like a perfectly reasonable answer to the girl; however, Ron Weasley was not impressed.

"This is Harry Potter! The boy who lived!" Ron spoke as if he were showing her the best creation that had ever been made in the history of the universe; along with his alibi on why this should have been a boys only compartment. Harry in front of him blushed, clearly not thinking highly of himself.

Hermione scoffed, not understanding what one thing had to do with another. However, she did now know why the boy seemed familiar. She had read an article about him surviving an attack from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named when he was an infant, though, she didn't want to show how interested she was in this. "Alright, and I'm Hermione Granger, the girl who didn't give a damn. Rules are rules now may I have a seat?" Ron's eyes became as wide as Harry's glasses.She continued to seat herself next to Harry with a dagger-like stare at Ron, though very pleased with her choice of wording.

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The three first year students gaped in awe as they rode boats that guided themselves through the moat which reflected the starry sky around the castle-like school. As they entered through the large doors and were led to the dining room Hermione looked over at Ron, swallowing her pride she spoke, "Ron."

The ginger looked at her in a defensive way, "Uh... yeah?"

She licked her lips as if she were making sure they were ready to say the words which she very much did not wish to speak, "I'm sorry how rude I was being to you. I'm a bit on edge myself." even though she didn't want to apologize, she did feel a weight lift from her chest.

Ron beamed in response, "That's alright. To be honest the whole 'Hermione Granger the girl who didn't give a damn' was really funny."

She let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." The ginger nodded back.

Hermione smiled and looked away as professor Dumbledore began to speak. The girl hung onto every word he said, clapping with vigerously at the end, ready to be sorted. Harry was placed in Gryffindor, which came as no surprise to her. And Ron was placed into Gryffindor, Hermione tilted her head, wondering why he was not placed in Hufflepuff.

When it was her turn to be placed she walked to the front slowly, playing over the four houses in her head, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. She personally wished to be in Gryffindor sense the only two people she knew were in the house and she didn't know how well she would make friends. Before she knew it she was sitting in a chair facing her fellow classmates. The hat was placed on her, the grumbling voice of the hat whispered to her, "Hermione Granger, very clever and wise. The real makings of a Ravenclaw... though a perfectionist and cunning with your knowledge. Your ambitious and loyal.... possibly a Gryffindor," her heart skipped a beat, "No... your loyalty is selective... yes-- you know what you want. You have great potential to meet any of your means. Your studies allow you to be a resourceful for those around you. You will do best in: SLYTHERIN!" It seemed in just seconds the hat was taken off of her and she was taken to her new house.