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Chapter 4: The Leaky Cauldron

Hermione blinked. Okay, so . . . apparently, she was a witch. It was not weird. It was normal. It was completely normal.

Normal.

Maybe not.

"BLOODY HELL!" exclaimed Hermione. "Mum, dad, I am a witch. A witch. Can you believe it? Remember when I used to do all those weird things! That one time when I was mad at Cameron Willams for making fun of my teeth and I wanted to turn her hair green for revenge and then the next second, her hair colour changed just as I wished! It was like magic but now we know that it was real magic! And remember when I desired a book from the Local Library but the stuck-up librarian just wouldn't let me have it but then the book lifted itself off of the shelves and hit the librarian on the head on it's own accord! And that time when-"

Hermione's rambling was cut off by Mr. Granger as he settled himself on a nearby chair and took Mrs. Granger hand in his own.

"Hermione love, it's great. We are very relieved to know this. We were actually considering to take you to a psychiatrist when you told us about these incidents. But, thank God, that it wasn't some kind of weird figment of your imagination" said Charlie with a sigh.

"Yes, Hermione," gushed Jean," Being a witch is not exactly normal but it is what it is, I suppose. Not everything is in out control, right? So, let's not ponder over this for long and get ready to go to this Alley place to buy your school equipments!" she concluded with an adoring smile.

Hermione grinned in a giddy sort of way and ran upto her room to tidy herself up.

Upon reaching her room, she took out the list of her required books and caressed it. Her brown eyes roaming around the parchment and grasping the unusual words.

Transfiguration. Potions. Spells. History of Magic. Magical Herbs and Fungi. Fantastic Beasts. Dark Forces. . .

She mentally went through the events of that day till then and let them settle in her stomach. It was such a big change. She should've been terrified, but somehow, she found herself relaxing. Maybe because she knew all along that she didn't belong here. She belonged in the magical world. She always thought that there should be a logical reason behind all her preternatural abilities. And this was a rational reason. She was a witch. God, she positively brimmed with glee.

Realising her unintentional procrastination, Hermione quickly changed her outfit and decided on wearing a simple white top with grey leggings and black converses.

As she went downstairs, she saw her mum and dad, all set to go. The Grangers beamed at the sight of their daughter and together they started their journey towards Charing Cross Street.

When they reached the destination explained by Professor McGonagall, Hermione saw a board adorning a big 'The Leaky Cauldron' in front of a shabby looking pub. She took hold of her parents' hands and tugged them towards it.

As they made their way inside the inn, they saw many people wearing pointed hats and robes, teacups flying in front of their owners, brooms sweeping the floor on their own, dishes and other cutlery making their way around, and many more fascinating things. A lady, who was reading a book which was hovering across her head, saw the Grangers and made her way towards them.

She gave them a kind smile and took in their attire. She then said, "Judging by your clothes and your confused and astonished expression, I take it that you are Muggles?"

Hermione's mother nodded. "Myself Jean Granger and they are my husband and my daughter, Charlie and Hermione Granger. And yes, you are right. We came to terms with Hermione being a witch today and so, this is our first time here" informed Mrs. Granger.

"Actually," started Charlie, "we were looking for Diagon Alley, if you could, please, point out the way?"

The witch smiled again,"Why not? Always happy to help, I am. By the way, myself Whitney Davies and I will be delighted to be your tour guide today!" she exclaimed.

The Grangers thanked her. Whitney led them towards the back of the inn and out into a small courtyard. Their was a bricked wall and some trash cans.

Whitney took something out from the inside of her robes and beamed at Hermione. With a jolt, Hermione realised that it was her wand! But the intriguing part was that it was very differently from Professor McGonagall's wand. Whitney, seeing Hermione's questioning gaze, simply said, "Shoot your query."

"Miss, a Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts came to our house today and explained everything about me being a witch and all. She also showed us some magic but her wand was completely different from yours! Why so?" asked Hermione.

"Dear, in the magical world, every wand is different in appearance and in consistency. Like, my wand is hazel wood with a phoenix feather core. Now, the catch is that the wand chooses the wizard or witch. The wand which best suites someone's personality or character is the one for them. Every wand's length is also different. Mine is 12 1/2 inches," Whitney informed to the Grangers.

Hermione nodded. Yes, it made sense. She wondered what her wand would be.

Whitney, meanwhile, lifted her wand and tapped the wall three times. "Three up, two across, does the trick", she said.

The bricks she had touched started wiggling and in the middle, a small whole appeared which grew larger and larger - a second later, they were facing a big archway, which led to a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.

"I welcome you," said Whitney, grinning, "to Diagon Alley."