First Year Hermione Granger Novels & Stories

It’s…big. I find it appealing. Do dragons truly exist? “Beautiful arts. I love them too.” A girl speaks beside me. I let my head turn towards her only to realize she’s the pretty brunette I helped pick up her envelope earlier. “Yeah.” I answer curtly. “I’m Sloane Mulligan. Thank you for earlier. First year?” She introduces herself, and even though she sounds warm, I still don’t want to make friends. “Hannah. First year.” I nod, even though the fake name still feels foreign.

she said, but a brief flash of hurt cracked through her tough exterior before she buried it again. I didn't bring her to my table to offer her pity or a warm blanket, because I honestly did not care about the petty drama between the wolf packs and the human outcasts. I brought her here because she was the first actual puzzle to walk through the academy gates in years, and I wanted to see the anomaly up close. The raw energy she unleashed in the sorting arena yesterday defied every known law of magic, and my brilliant mind simply could not let it go. "You don't talk much, do you?" she asked suddenly, and she paused with her spoon halfway to her mouth.

One of them snarled, knocking over another tray, the sound sharp and guttural, like something feral had been dragged into the heart of breakfast. “Gods,” I breathed, frozen. Ingrid, however, merely sighed. “First-years. Happens every year. They get too hungry, too eager, and the shift just... happens. Partial transformations are messy.” She stepped around the mess with the ease of someone who’d seen it all before, tugging me along by the wrist. “Let’s get food before the rest of them lose their minds.” I followed her on autopilot, still reeling, my senses bombarded from every direction…

I feel so dizzy that I stay clinging for a few seconds. "Are you alright?" Asks the Headmistress and I swear to the Goddess she sounds amused. "Fan-tast-tic," I manage to wheeze out through the pants. "The first few times are the hardest. Eventually, you will get used to it." She informs me. The first few times? I feel like I want to cry. I stand up on shivering knees and turn to face her. My hair is all over the place, and my clothes are windswept. I must look like a scarecrow.

Between me and the hound, a first-year girl had frozen. She wore the gray of the unaffiliated houses, her hair dark, her face pale as parchment. She held a riding crop that trembled in her white-knuckled grip. The hound had cornered her against the garden wall, and its haunches were tensing for the leap that would tear her throat out. I did not think. I moved.

His lashes flutter, and for a terrifying moment, I think he’s going to pass out again. “Hey,” I say quickly, my voice cracking. “No. Don’t do that. You don’t get to check out now. That would be rude.” One corner of his mouth twitches. “Still… bossy,” he rasps. I let out something between a laugh and a sob. A shadow falls over us. The girl holding him before steps forward, uniform torn, hair half burned off, but her eyes sharp and focused. I recognize her vaguely. She's a witch in third year, the one who sat with me on the swing at the garden. The one who blurts out prophecies.

You got something for me? I approached him, took off the letter, and gave Jax a brief scratch before sending him flying out the open window. When I unfolded the parchment and saw Hermione's precise handwriting, which remained the same after all these years, I grinned. Simply show up at our location at 10 a.m. Teddy is watching the kids. Nora, as you are aware, may arrive late. ~Hermione The news of the newest member of the Weasley family made me and Harry happy. Given that Ron and Hermione believed they were done having children, Nora had come as a surprise. But Nora had other ideas, and she was born about a year ago.

Beautiful, but Remus didn't feel anything special about his feelings, maybe what people used to call 'chemistry'. "Her name is Sarah, she is nineteen years old, has graduated from campus and is now helping to teach students. She is a lecturer assistant ." Whispered Harry when the girl walked back. "Yes..." Remus answered softly The two of them drank the coffee that had been served, chatting lightly about Remus's work and education. Harry seemed very interested in an Alpha who wants to find a human wife, such a rare story. "Daddy!" said a feminine voice from the front door. "Ah.. honey, come in Anna!" answered Harry to the girl.

I barely even looked in the mirror before rushing out of our house. As I pass the windows of a dark classroom, I regret my decision to not even brush my hair—I resemble Hermione Granger in the first Harry Potter movie, with a bird's nest for hair. Mine is darker, though. I was born with the complex of a ghost and black hair to match. I'm a mess.

{HERMIONE} Just a step forward and I hear a weird uproar from the crowd. It doesn’t sound like a happy cheer. It sounds like they just saw something terrifying, but everybody is weirdly staring right at me and I don’t understand. My stomach starts burning hot. What exactly is wrong? “Hermione!” Zara’s tiny hiss comes from beside me and I turn to look at her. But before my gaze can land on Zara, it lands on someone else.