Hermione Granger and the Discovery

Chapter 4

A/N: Alright, so I know the Point of View is a bit switchy, but I'm trying to do about every other chapter with a point of view that isn't Hermione's. It's a bit odd, I know, but I wanted to try it. When it's Hermione's point of view it will be 1st person, but for everyone else, it will probably be 3rd person limited. I'm going to be more specific about the point of view in this chapter, so hopefully, it makes more sense. I hope the people who are reading this enjoy it! Also, if you notice any mistakes or have suggestions I would love to hear them.

Enjoy~

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Amelia Granger

Amelia Granger was still getting used to the idea that her daughter was a witch. It was a bit disconcerting, but she would be able to deal with it. What she did not appreciate was that she would not be able to her daughter off. Apparently, in order to get to Hogwarts, one needed to go through a wall and onto "Platform 9 3/4." However, non-magicals were not able to enter. This bothered her quite a bit, it was as if her daughter was being forcibly separated from her. Even with as much trouble as the girl had caused, she still loved and cared about her.

"You'll be okay without us there, right?" she asked her daughter, worriedly.

Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes at her, "Obviously, I've been doing fine without you hovering over my shoulder for several years now."

She sighed, there it was again. Her cruel, cruel daughter. She was always so mean.

"Alright, just try to be good, don't cause too much trouble," she sighed before wiping her hand across her forehead nervously, "And please, please try to make a few friends at least!"

Her daughter smirked and chuckled lightly, "If you say so mum, but I've really got to be off now. I'll write you some time, okay?"

With that, her daughter turned, waved lightly, and walked straight through the wall. Somehow, in that movement, she felt as if she had lost the girl for good, but she didn't know how right she was. Also, as it turned out, she didn't get a single letter from her for three months. Furthermore, the letter boiled down to, I'm learning a lot so I'm not coming home for Christmas Break.

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Hermione Granger

As I crossed the barrier between King Cross I felt the magic wash over me. It was a pleasant feeling, like walking into a patch of sunshine on a dreary day. As my trunk had been shrunk enough to fit in my pocket, I only had to carry my owl up to the train. As I boarded the train and made my way toward the back to find an empty compartment, I noticed how few children seemed to be boarding. Logically, I knew there couldn't be that many wizards or muggles would know about them. But there could be no more than 300 kids on the train! That put the entire wizarding population of the United Kingdom at about 3,000-5,000. That being said, there are about 57.3 million muggles in the UK. It didn't make any sense. Magic is obviously a beneficial and dominant trait. Therefore, as time progresses there should be more and more wizards and fewer muggles. However, it seems that this is not the case. Perhaps it was a cultural thing. Maybe witches and wizards didn't marry muggles and therefore the dominant Magical gene isn't able to become as widespread as it could. 

As I considered this I came to an empty compartment and entered it before taking out my books. I had already finished my course books and some other more advanced ones, even trying a few spells. I found that I was quite good at magic and I often got the spells right on my first attempt. As a result, I had returned to Diagon Alley yesterday to pick up more books that I likely wouldn't have access to at the Hogwarts library (meaning banned books or books that were simply too advanced for most children, including me for now, to comprehend).