Hermione Granger walked off of the train with her new friend, (Y/N).
"It's my first friend! My first magical friend!" Hermione thought to herself.
Hermione was loud, talkative. She was excited to have someone to talk to about everything she learned over the summer. Magic was far more facinating than maths and science. Her parents were quite welcoming to the magical world. Well, as welcoming as they could be. They were confused at first. How could their daughter be a witch? How could there be a whole other world out there, concealed by a few words known as spells?
Hermione told (Y/N) about this the entire train ride to Hogwarts. (Y/N) was facinated with how her parents reacted. Her entire life has been surrounded by magic. Her parents' reaction to her getting her acceptance letter was nothing extraordinary. They got the letter, clapped for a bit, then went on with their day.
As soon as they got inside the castle, Hermione stopped talking. She had read about the architecture of the castle; however, no words could capture the beauty and essence that Hogwarts emits. The walls felt magical. The first step felt magical. The energy that bounced off of the walls and the floors was enough to keep one up at night.
One breath in.
One breath out.
They were home.
They knew it as soon as they climbed the stairs. They knew it as soon as the portraits welcomed them. They knew it as soon as Professor McGonagall told them about the houses. (Y/N) hoped that her and Hermione would be put in the same house.
We hear the sound of annoying eleven year old boys bickering. Hermione paid no attention to them. She was focusing on the beauty of the castle. She was focusing on the beauty of the girl standing next to her-
Wait.
She surely didn't already have a crush on her friend. They just met! They're also both girls. No, that's completely insane. Hermione reminded herself that she shouldn't get too attached to everyone that's nice to her.
Someone is being nice to her.
For the first time, she has someone that she can call her friend. She'll acknowledge her strange feelings later, possibly when they're both much older. For now, she'll focus on the fact that she's finally in a place where she's not considered as "strange". Everyone here does magic. Everyone here could easily be called "freak." She was just as different as everyone else.
As Hermione walked up to the stool to get sorted, (Y/N) flashed her a smile and mouthed, "good luck!"
"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat exclaimed. Everyone in the table second to the left stood up and clapped. They were all wearing black robes with scarlet accents.
"(Y/N) (L/N)," Professor McGonagall called out. It was (Y/N)'s turn to be sorted.
She prayed to be put in Gryffindor, but she understood if she was put in another house. Her parents were Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. She valued traits similar to theirs.
One breath in.
One breath out.
She calmed herself down before sitting down on the stool.
After sitting on her head for a few seconds, the Sorting Hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" The table closest to the left stood up in cheers. (Y/N) smiled, excitedly going over to the house where one of her parents grew up in. As she sat down, she made eye contact with Hermione. Her eyes were sad. Being in different houses didn't mean they had to stop being friends, right? They could still talk on the weekends or between classes.
In her dormitory after the feast, Hermione grabbed a quill and some parchment. She dipped her quill in some ink and started writing.
Dear (Y/N)...
YOU ARE READING
dear granger // h. granger
FanfictionA misunderstanding between two girls in love drives a wedge in between their relationship. It's only when it's too late when they realize that they should have cherished every single moment they had with each other. They thought they did that with...
