REAL ME

Chapter 3

Ollivanders was just what I had expected it to be, it was a cramped store with every surface covered with boxes. A short man was behind the counter, his milky eyes seemed too large for his head because of his thick glasses. He seemed to be studying us closely before flicking his wand to the door and drawing the shades down.

"Ahh Little Miss welcome.." He wheezed.

"My name is Hermione Granger, Sir . I'm here for my wand." I peered at the old man curiously.

"Of course dear, now let's see, hmmm.... get your wand arms out" an measuring tape came from behind the desk. As it took my measurements, the old man seemed to be pulling boxes from the shelves. More boxes then necessary, really, as we lost sight of the old man behind the mountain.

"Okay Little lady come forward..." He trailed off pulling wands from boxes to get some exciting results. Varying from the walls becoming furry to the window shattering inward. Mumbling under his breath he started pulling out more wands.

I was getting nervous, none of the wands seems to suit me.

Finally, after several attempts, he found one that seemed to agree with me.

"Well, that was unexpected..." Ollivander mumbled more to himself. "That is a very old wand you have there, older than my family has been making wands actually...12 1/2 inches, Cedar wood, Phoenix feather. Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, used to say that, 'you will never fool the cedar carrier,' and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception combined with Phoenix feather. These wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won.

Powerful wand, I've tried to recreate the combination but it never seemed to work like this one...well dear that will be 7 galleons and 4 knuts."

"Wrist holsters, please" I said quietly. Ollivander's eyebrows disappeared to his hair line and pulled 1 from beneath the register.

"13 galleons, these will grow with you. Invisible, blocks all attempts to summon and disarm...speak the phrase and it will release into your hands." The old man had become unnerved suddenly and quickly rushed them from the shop. Closing for the day early.

"That guy wasn't weird at all" Mom stated sarcastically as the door practically slammed shut on her face.

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Since I'd be attending Hogwarts in this year, I decided to get an owl, and stopped by the Magical Menagerie. There were cages and cages full of owls, but one particular owl caught my eye. It was a large barn owl, nothing special he have a large, broad head , but its eyes were sharp were what caught my attention they were aware; they bored into my soul.

"I'll take that one." I pointed to the owl, and the cashier gave me a strange look. I raised an eyebrow in challenge and he glanced away.

Mum stared at the owl, "Are you sure, Mia? It looks like that owl might be a lot harder to handle than the others."

I snorted, "I'll be alright, mum."

"That'll be twelve Galleons and three Knuts." As mum handed over the money, I reached over and took the cage into my hands gently.

"Hey," I told the owl, "Nice to meet you." The owl hooted softly in reply, its eyes gleaming at me. "I think I'll name you Coco."

Mom just sighed and shook her head, "I should have known. Thank you." She directed the last part towards the cashier, who just nodded.

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"There's this game called quidditch, you actually fly on brooms. It seems rather ridiculous but I can't wait to see it played!" I cried out as we passed the quality quidditch supplies. "First years can't have brooms though, what's the point in being a witch if you can't fly?"

'That's the another different between me and real Hermione Granger I love the idea of being able to fly'

"My thoughts exactly!" A voice behind me cried out excitedly. I turned quickly to see a boy roughly my age or maybe little older then me, standing behind me. He had blonde unruly hair and sparkling blue eyes. "Hey I'm Benjamin Moore, so do you like quidditch?"

"Well, I've never actually flown on a broom, that is. But it's look interesting and I look forward to try it." I shyly told him.

"Never been on a broom!? That is just not right. How could you never have flown a broom?" He asked her incredulously.

"Well, I am muggleborn and imagine...I just found out I am witch." I started tapping my chin thoughtfully " Let's see...hmm oh yes I think that qualify as good reason." I told him sarcastically.

"Muggleborn ? Really!?" He took a step towards me searching my face, as if looking for a sign I was truly a muggleborn. "That's brilliant! I've never met a muggleborn before. Would you like to come to the my house. We can play together." At this Dad narrowed his eyes the boy.

"Nope, sorry must be on our way. Let's go Princess." Dad practically snarled out and started pushing me away from the boy now muttering under his breath about 'boys' and 'thought I had more time'.

'Fuck overprotective Dad' I thought with amusement.

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Later that evening after shopping and having multiple talks with my parents about being responsible in boarding school, I debated my current situation. I'm an adult mentally! I've been looking after myself years before this whole reincarnation debacle!

Anyway, if this was all really happening to me and Harry Potter was truly real, I'm not sure what I was going to do. I had grown up watching the movies but I had never really read the books. Not to mention my memory of the happenings was pretty spotty, after ten years of not thinking about it. And let's not forget that I am Hermione Granger I am going at Hogwarts before the start of series.

At the most I could remember the main characters, a few events, but not much else. Was it possible McGonagall was just a coincidence and all the other characters didn't exist? After holding onto that piece of hope for a few moments I realized the existence of Hogwarts was pretty damning.

Maybe it was the sign that I just have to avoid the main characters and the main plot at all costs.( I mean why as I was going before Harry start's his journey and me being pureblood....)

I just worried if that was even possible. If I was in a movie or a book or whatever, did I even have free will anymore? Somehow, that was the most terrifying thought of all.

At least if I was in Harry's year I would have known the future incidents or least I would have any idea what was happening but this situation......

This is UNKNOWN.....

And that's what scares me more.....