Hogwarts: school of witchcraft and wizardry

The crowds murmurs grew louder as the infamous boy who lived came into view. Almost instantaneously I stood up.

"yup. That is my cue to leave."

Hermione blinked. She suddenly looked down and clutched her suitcase. "oh"

As riveting as our conversation was, she still was a cannon character. She had a duty to perform in cannon. So that the golden trio succeeds in their endeavors. She was pivotal to Voldemort's downfall. I took steps towards the train to begin my magical journey.

I slowly halted.

'she was crucial to plot!' I convinced myself:' she being friends with anyone other than the boy who lived can create catastrophic alterations to the timeline. '

I forcibly sped up, but my heart weight slowed me down considerably. Each step was filled with hesitation. Why was this so damn hard. Soon I halted in my steps. I took a deep sigh. Finally I turned around.

Hermione sat on the bench clutching her suitcases tightly. There I didn't see a cannon character. I saw an introvert who had trouble connecting. The words slipped out of my mouth before I had time to think about what I had just said.

"hey. Do you wanna join me in my cabin? "

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The magic train slowly left the station with a rhythmic steam blast. I sat in a compartment occasionally sneaking sideways glances. There, my vision was greeted by an eleven year old girl reading a copy of Hogwarts the history.

Everytime I saw her I wanted to kill myself. I caused such a huge fork in the timeline because I felt 'bad'. I acted irrationally based on an impulse and now I don't know what the fuck is gonna happen anymore.

Turns out I'm not actually the murder edgy hobo type, who will do 'whatever it takes' to achieve their goals. I'm just a guy who wasn't a complete asshole.

Hermione and I sat in an empty compartment, reading our respective books. And as much as I blame myself over screwing over the timeline, I didn't completely regret said decision. After all it did give me a friend.

We just.... understood each other. She was so mature for her age, which made conversing with her much easier than any other first year brats. Also there was this inexplica-

"so which house do you think you're gonna go into"

That's the third damn monologue she's interrupted. She really has got to stop doing that.

"me. Oh I'm definitely a one hundred percent a ravenclaw. Knowledge and wisdom over everything else. Ravenclaw through and through baby. What about you? "

Hermione shrugged:"I would have loved to be a gryffindor. But deep down I AM a ravenclaw I guess. But since you are so sure you are gonna be one as well, I think I warming up to the idea of being a ravenclaw."

.....

Wait what?

OK. Oh shit. Being friends was one thing. But changing hermione's house?. Those gryffindor idiots will be dead before year one. No way I'm letting that happening. Voldemort was the golden trios problem.

"oh my dear child. Your desire might be noble. But your destiny is something else." (what the hell am I saying)

"what do you mean. And why are you talking old English?"

"Child I only meant you are a gryffindor through and through. You don't have the... Qualities to be a ravenclaw." (who am I???)

"did you...did you just call me dumb? "

"being a ravenclaw has nothing to with your intellectual capacity my child. It is about the desire to acquire knowledge. The intense thirst for for the answers of the universe. That is the true qualifying quality of a ravenclaw. Deep down is that who YOU truly ARE Hermione??" (oh my God!!! What is wrong with me???)

She stared at me for a full second, doubt evident on her face. Seeds of conflict have been sown in her heart. Idea successfully incepted.

"I only meant Hermione you should not change who you are or who you want to be just for me. A Hogwarts house is a huge deal. You should make the decision you want to and not what I made. "

She nodded conflicted.

I patted her on the back. Whew. Crisis averted.

Suddenly the magic train let out a gigantic whistle drawing everyone's attention. The train's speed considerably lowered as it approached it's destination. All eyes turned around and smashed their heads at the window. Hermione and I turned around and looked the spectacle.

*gasp*

An involuntary gasp escaped Hermione as she witnessed the miraculous sight. Me? I didn't let out a single sound. I was too awestruck to even move.

Beyond towering canopies and cowering fogs in the distance stood proudly a building. An ancient structure with magic so powerful it controlled the very weather surrounding it plunging the lands in an eternal cold and snow. An architectural and magical marvel.

Howarts: the school of witchcraft and wizardry.