Hermione Granger and the Sorcerers Stone.

Hogwarts express

I was elated! I had received a letter from Hogwarts school. It isn't just an ordinary school, it's a school for young witches and wizards! I had no idea I was a witch. I was born into a muggle family (humans). Mum and Dad were normal, but I knew I was set apart at birth, and now, it was time to prove it.
I had already got a beautiful wand from Olivander's wand shop. And the books and supplies I needed. I was so ready!
I read the books on the train to Hogwarts. It was a very long journey. She had been able to get all seven read twice and she was starting on her third when a nerdy, buck toothed boy came rushing into my car, panting and fretting.
   "Have you seen my toad!? I can't find him anywhere!" The boy's voice had a thick lisp and a nerdy accent.
   "Not in here." I replied simply, as I expected him to leave.
   "I beg you to help me find him! Please!" The boy was gasping rapidly like I would if I had gotten and F on my report card.
   I had read my books twice and I was longing for a third time around. But it was a good start in getting known in the wizarding world. I stood up, nodded, and walked out of my car.
   "I'm Neville." He said as I passed him.
    I turned around. "Hermione" I said back.

   "Excuse me, have you seen a toad. A boy named Neville lost one." I said to the people in the next car. There were two boys who seemed to be spoiling themselves with candy and chocolates. One had dark hair and glasses with a bandage around them. The other was shorter, and had red hair. He looks nerdier than Neville. He had his wand out and was muttering a spell to a rat.
   "Oh are you doing magic?" I asked. "Let's see then."
    The boy cleared his throat and spoke, with candy still in his mouth. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!"
A spark flew from his wand. Nothing happened.
   "Are you sure that's a real spell?" I asked "Well it isn't very good, is it? I've only tried a few simple ones myself, and they've all worked out for me." I sat myself across from the boy with the glasses. I pointed my wand to the middle of his glasses where the bandage was.
"For example. Occulus Reparo." The bandage flew off in an instant to reveal glasses, good as new. The boy removed the glasses. Examined them. Not a scratch.
   Though when he did remove the glasses I got a good look at him. And I recognized him. "Holy Cricket! Your Harry Potter!" I exclaimed. 
I knew him. He was famous. Everyone new this except Harry himself. His parents were killed by he-who-must-not-be-named (a dark lord), but Harry somehow survived. No one knows how.
   "I'm Hermione Granger." My parents said it was more polite to address yourself by your first and last name, so they can identify you more. "And you are?" I asked the nerdy boy who was still munching on candy and playing with his rat.
  "Um...Ron Weasley" he said with a mouthful.
  "pleasure" I said as politely as I could. Then I added. "You two better change into your robes. We'll be arriving soon."
  I exited the car. I was so exited I just met Harry Potter! This could be the start to a new friendship. Harry was great, but I wasn't sure about that Weasley. I decided not to worry about it much. I knew Harry Potter! I could just see my new title: Hermione Granger, Harry's intelligent friend. Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.