Hermione Granger has always been a studious girl. Even before she began her several years at Hogwarts she had been the top in all of her school years. Though having good grades was nice and it made her parents—and herself for that matter—happy, Hermione was also a lonely girl. Hermione Granger is a girl who has never had a friend a day in her life before attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

She always felt that nobody knew her pain everyday she'd sit in the backseat of the limo her parents paid for to pick her up and drop her off at home every day since pre-school. It was the same aching pain that plagued her when she would cry herself to sleep every night because the boy she liked made fun of her for being smart.

The happiest day of her life was when she received her letter to attend Hogwarts, a place she had heard of from her Great-grandmother when the woman was still living. Hermione thought it had all been make believe at the time, that it was just something for her to dream about. Hermione was so very excited when a woman named Professor McGonagall showed up at her house early the next day to take her to a place called Diagon Alley to get her school supplies.

The woman had told Hermione that she went to Hogwarts with her great-grandmother though they had been in different years that Hermione reminded her of her old upperclassman. Hermione had asked McGonagall more questions about her great-grandmother but McGonagall set them aside for when they went for lunch. Hermione had gotten all of her required supplies for school in Diagon Alley when she asked her future professor to go into the book store.

McGonagall had agreed, allowing the newly discovered Muggle-Born witch to scope the store. Hermione browsed the books in wonderment before she began picking up various materials to read while she underwent the rest of her lonely summer in North America with her parents.

After Hermione walked out of the book store with a ton of books, she found McGonagall sitting in a chair by the ice cream stand. McGonagall told Hermione that she would have to leave early to attend to some secret happenings at Hogwarts. McGonagall promised the girl that she would tell her as much about her great-grandmother as she could remember through letters via owl. McGonagall took the girl back home to her parents and departed as soon as the door opened.

The rest of Hermione's summer was uneventful, with the exception of her new wizarding books of course. She read all of her school material and re-read them, throughout the dull moments in her trip, until she had every word of the books memorized.

Her first day at Hogwarts was the earliest Hermione has ever woken up in her life out of excitement of possibly making friends for the first time. It was 6:30 in the morning by the time she and her parents had gotten to the train station. They went searching for Platform 9 ¾ when they came upon nothing for ten minutes before Hermione deduced that it must be the third of four walls between platforms 9 and 10. It was there that Hermione bid a due to her parents for her first away school. They hugged and kissed each other goodbye until the Christmas holiday when she would be going back home.

She attempted to push her finger to the wall first to test it out and when her finger went through it she pulled away and ran at the wall with her cart. She looked around the platform in amazement at all the other children who were preparing to go to school. She found where to take her belongings and found herself an empty compartment to sit in. She cracked open her Astronomy book for the tenth time in the months of her vacation and began reading it from the top again.

Before she knew it, her compartment was filled with other witches and the train was in motion. The girls had told her that they were getting close to school and that she should put her robes on. Hermione did so, placing her book down on top of her bag. A boy with blond hair and buck teeth opened the door to her compartment thirty minutes later.

"Has anyone seen my toad, Trevor? I s-seemed to have missed placed him," he said frantically looking around the small room.

"No, but I'll help you look for him, if that helps any," Hermione said closing her book.

"It would! Thank you so much," the boy said happily as she put her book in her bag and walked out of the compartment with him.

"Might I ask your name, in case I happen to find your toad and need to locate you?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, I-I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom," he said stuttering slightly.

"Well Neville, I'm Hermione Granger. Happy hunting," she said and walked off to help him find his toad. Moments later Hermione opened the compartment with a boy in it. His hair was jet black and shaggy. His face was buried deeply in a book he was reading when the door opened.

"Um hello there, I was wondering if you'd seen a toad around. A boy named Neville seemed to have miss placed it." She said politely, startling the boy from his book. He looked up at her in shock for a moment before replacing his glasses on his face.

"Oh um no I haven't. Sorry I can't be much help," he said looking up at the girl. At that moment she had gotten a good look at the boy and figured him to seem rather nice.

"No worries. I'm Hermione by the way," she said putting her hand out for him to shake. He smiled shyly and placed his hand in hers.

"Harry Snape," the boy said more confidently.

"Well Harry, you'd better get into your robes. We're getting close to school now," Hermione warned him.

"Oh uh, thank you," he said closing his book and placing it in his chest.

"See you around Harry," she said, leaving the boy to handle his business.

"Goodbye Hermione," he said back as he went to change.

As the ride came to an end Hermione went back to her compartment to retrieve her belongings to get off the train. She stepped off of the train with everyone else when a very large man with a shaggy black beard and wild long hair came and asked for all of the first years.

"Come on, don't be shy," he said as they stood away from the returning students. Hermione and the others followed the man to the lake where they got into boats to get to the castle of a school. Hermione quickly discovered that she happened to be in a boat with the same brunette boy from before.

"Hello again Harry," she said.

"Oh Hermione, hi." He said smiling at her as he looked up into the sky.

"It's very pretty isn't it? The stars, they shine so bright and seem close enough to grab," Harry said to her, not tearing his eyes away from them, his gaze compassionate and intense. Hermione watched the boy with amazement; she had a feeling that they would be close in the near future.

"So," Harry said looking back at Hermione after a few more moments of staring at the sky, "what house do you think you'll be in?" Hermione contemplated the question for a moment then responded.

"Maybe Ravenclaw, I've always been pretty studious," Hermione said.

"I was thinking that too but my mum was a Slytherin so maybe Slytherin."

After the entrance speech from Professor Dumbledore, the house placements began. Hermione and Harry were the most curious of all to see what house they would be in; both hoping to be in the same. Hermione had gone before Harry and as she sat on the throne, the hat was placed on her head.

"Well now aren't you an interesting tale, Ms. Granger. Or shall I say, Ms. Blackwood?" The hat spoke to her. Hermione, in her confusion, commented back to what the hat had said.

"I'm no Blackwood sir, just a Granger. A muggle-born witch," Hermione informed it.

"Tis not so, Hermione, you are very much a pure-blooded Blackwood. Just as your father had been is what you are. Let's make you a SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted. Whispers erupted from the Slytherin house as Hermione placed the hat back in the hands of Dumbledore. She walked nervously to her seat while the next child was called. The loudest cheers from all over the dining hall was heard when Justin Potter's name was called. Harry seethed in line as his worst enemy was worshipped by the entire hall. The boy who'd taken away his best friend was strutting up to the throne. 'What a prat,' Harry thought was the Potter boy sat on the chair.

"GRYFFINDOR," the hat shouted as it had barely been on his head for a second. The Gryffindor house erupted in shouts off victory as if the housing ceremony had ended. Harry was called nearly last. He walked to the throne hesitantly, nervous about which house he'd be in. The hat sat on top of his head and began pondering.

"Mmm, you are any interesting one, Mr. Snape. Or shall I say, Mr. Potter?" The hat asked him.

"What? No I'm a Snape. My mother's name is Severus," Harry told the hat.

"Yes but what of your father? You are just as much of a Potter as the Boy-Who-Lived is! No aside from all that, you are a… SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted. The Slytherin household roared with excitement of the new entrance. Harry got off of the seat and walked into the beginning of his Hogwarts years as a Slytherin.