Hey, guys! I'm going to take a little break on Family United, frankly because I'm having a writer's block on that story. But don't worry, I will get back to it. This is my new story, A Stolen Heart! A little background info- No Voldemort(but Lily and James were still killed) (No scar for Harry), No Cho Chang, and I'm still considering no Weasley's. Tell me what you think.
I hope you like it!
What am I going to do, eleven-year-old Harry Potter asked himself as he slumped down onto a bench in King's Cross Station. The train leaves in twenty minutes, and I don't know how to get onto the platform!
Soon, a family of three walked by Harry. Harry could hear the young girl talking to her parents.
"What do you think Hogwarts is going to be like, Mom?" The girl with bushy brown hair said.
"I don't know, Hermione. You've been asking us that question ever since you got your letter!" a woman that looked like the girl's mother said.
Hogwarts? Harry thought to himself. He stood up and went over to the small family.
"Excuse me. Did I hear you say Hogwarts?" He asked.
"Yes," the girl said. "Are you going there too?"
"Yeah, but I don't know how to get on the platform."
"Oh. Don't worry. Professor McGonagall said to walk towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten."
"Won't we crash?"
"No silly, it's magic!" The girl exclaimed.
"Oh, right. I'm still getting used to this magic thing," Harry said.
"That's okay. I'm Hermione, by the way, Hermione Granger," the girl said, extending her hand.
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you Harry."
"Well, Hermione. We should get going, the train's going to leave soon," Hermione's mother said.
"You're right. Let's go."
Harry walked back to the bench and grabbed his trolley. He wheeled it over to the Granger's. The four of them walked to the barrier. Harry walked towards the barrier and passed through it, entering Platform 9 3/4. He looked around in amazement, and headed for the train. He got a few feet, and then heard Hermione call his name. Harry turned around and saw Hermione and her parents heading towards him.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
"I was going to get on the train," Harry replied.
"Not without me, you aren't. I was thinking we could sit together.
"Oh, okay."
"Now, Hermione. You be good. Make sure to write us when you can. And make sure to have fun," Hermione's mother said, pulling her into a hug.
"Don't worry Mom."
"Bye, sweetie. We'll miss you," Mr. Granger said, taking Hermione and hugging her.
"Make sure she isn't constantly in her books, Harry. She tends to do that," Mrs. Granger said.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Granger. I'll look after Hermione," Harry said, smiling.
"It was nice meeting you, Harry. You have fun at Hogwarts," Hermione's father said.
"Thank you Mr. Granger. It was nice meeting you too."
"Well, we better get on the train. Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" Hermione said, hugging them each once more.
"Bye sweetie, don't forget to write!" Hermione's mother said.
Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him towards the train. When they arrived at the door, an older student helped them get the trunks on the train. Harry and Hermione walked down the aisle of the train trying to find an empty compartment. Once they found one, Harry and Hermione slipped into it, stowed their trunks on the shelf and sat down. Harry put Hedwig on the seat next to him.
"Your owl is beautiful. What's its name?" Hermione asked.
"Her name is Hedwig. I found it in the History of Magic book," Harry said. "I thought it sounded nice for her."
"It's perfect," Hermione said, smiling.
Soon, the train took started, and they left the station. The children talked about what they thought Hogwarts was going to be like. Harry asked Hermione about her childhood. When she asked about his, his reply was, "I don't want to talk about it."
When the train was about halfway to Hogwarts, an elderly lady with a trolley full of food arrived at their compartment.
"Anything off the trolley dears?" She asked.
"No thanks," Hermione said.
Harry, on the other hand, had money in his pocket. He never had had the chance to pick out his own food before. He looked at Hermione, and then looked back at the witch. "Can I have some of each? I'm new to the whole magic thing, and I want to see what all the food is like."
"Of course," the witch said, getting some of each sweet and handing it to Harry. He paid and the witch left.
Harry tried some of the food. He then looked up and saw Hermione watching him. "Would you like some?" he asked.
"Oh, no, I couldn't," Hermione said.
"Come on, have some. I'm have to much eat by myself, and you look hungry."
"Alright. I guess," Hermione said. She reached over and grabbed a pumpkin pasty and a cauldron cake. Hermione took a bite of the pumpkin pasty and said, "Mm, this is delicious!"
"Told you." They continued their journey to Hogwarts, making small talk. After one awkward silence later in the afternoon, Harry said, "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Of course you can."
"Well first, are you my friend?" Harry asked looking down at his lap.
"Of course! I would consider us friends," Hermione said, nodding.
"Well, then your the first friend I ever had. When I was younger, my cousin was a bully and never let the other kids play with me or be friends with me. I always thought I would never have a friend. And then I met you." This was the first thing Hermione learned about Harry's childhood. It took her a moment to digest what Harry just told her.
"You went to school with your cousin?" was the first thing she asked him.
"I live with him and my aunt and uncle. They are the only relatives I have left. My parents were killed when I was a baby, and I was left on their doorstep."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Hermione said.
"It's alright. I sometimes get sad when I think what my life would have been like. But I get over it," Harry said.
"Can I tell you something?" Hermione asked.
"Sure."
"Your my first friend too. When I was younger, nobody wanted to be my friend because I was the brainiac. People didn't like me because I was smarter than them. My only friends were the teachers, but they don't count."
"Well, that makes me feel better. We can be best friends, right?" Harry asked.
"Of course. I really hope we are in the same house together. That would be a lot of fun," Hermione said, smiling.
"Yeah it would. What house are you thinking about being in?"
"I'm hoping to be in Ravenclaw. That is supposed to be the house where the cleverest students go."
"I don't think I'm smart enough for that house. I've only known about the Wizarding world for a month. I suppose your parents are magical too. You seem to know a lot about magic," Harry said.
"No, my parents aren't magical at all. We were all really surprised when Professor McGonagall showed up at our house and said I was a witch."
"Whose Professor McGonagall?" Harry asked.
"She teaches Transfiguration. That's the study of changing objects into other objects. And I wouldn't be too worried about not knowing about magic. I just read all of the books I could get about magic. If I could do that in a month, I'm sure you can learn about magic too."
"Thanks."
The train started slowing down.
"I think we're going to get there soon. We should change into our robes," Hermione said.
"Sure," Harry said. The two children reached into their trunks and quietly changed into their black robes. Not long after they finished, the train came to a complete stop. Harry and Hermione grabbed their things and headed out of the compartment. They stepped off the train, and Harry heard a familiar voice boom, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"
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