Two
Ever since they had moved to the estate the only people they kept in touch with would be Minerva and Filius. But now Harry and Neville were about to go to school. They had trained them extensively in physical combat and in magical theory. They were raised equaly as was their sister Cassiopeia. At first they were worried she would feel left out but on the first day of learning theory the boys begged until she was allowed to come with them. Now they were getting school supplies. Usually they had Sirius, Remus, or Snape go but today was a special day for them. Today they started a new chapter in their lives.
A call of "Harry! Are you ready to go yet?!" from his sister broke him from his thoughts. He put on his jacket and ran out of his door and down the stairs. He met his brother, Neville, at the bottom and together they went into the living room. Upon entering they found their family waiting to go to diagon ally.
Harry fell out of the fire place..... again. He fell every. single. time. When he fell, he noticed, he didn't hit the cold, hard, wooden floor of the leaky cauldron. Instead his landing was soft and warm. He raised himself up and looked down to see the most beautiful thing he could ever imagine. There were brown eyes that shown with intelligence, curiosity, and warmth. Paired with the eyes were stunning and sharp features. Framing the beautiful face he was gazing upon was bushy brown hair that seemed to have a life of its own. After realizing it was a girl he fell on he quickly stood and put his hand out to help her up.
"I'm sorry I fell on you. But most people stay a little ways away fron the fireplace. You must be a muggleborn." Harry said, nervous to be talking to such a beautiful girl. He saw the treppidation appear at the word muggleborn. "Not that being a muggleborn is a bad thing! My mother is a muggleborn and she is one of the smartest people I've ever met." he said quickly.
She smiled and Harry suddenly lost his breath. "Oh. It's just a little bit of a touchy subject. I don't know if I'm a muggleborn. My parents died when I was a baby. I'm Hermione. And you are?" her voice sounded like music in Harry's ears but it carried a tone of authority that oddly intrigued the young boy.
"I'm Harry Potter." Harry said this quietly, trying not to draw attention. This is why Harry loved meeting muggleborns. They didn't seem to know who he was. Like he existed to only those within magical families.
That's when his mother and father came to get him on track. Harry rarely stayed on one topic too long so for her to be able to keep up with him even for such a short time was a miracle. Lily knew the second she saw them talking. This girl was meant for her son. She had always had very strong intuition, a trait she passed to her son.
"Harry, dear, who is this?" Lily asked.
"Uh this is-" Harry started to say before being interrupted by Hermione.
"I'm Hermione Granger. You must be Harry's mother. "
"Yes, you can call me Lily. This is my husband James. Where are your parents?" She asked. She instantly knew this was the wrong question as Harry and Hermione both grimaced.
"Dead. But I'm here to get my school supplies and then I'm supposed to meet a woman called Sprout at the table next to the bar."
James flinched at the use of the word 'dead'as he gravely missed his parents and hearing it said so bluntly was a little painful.
"Hermione can come shopping with us right mum?" Harry asked, looking at her with her own green eyes.
"If she wants to I suppose."
"I would love to!" Hermione grinned. Harry's heart was skipping beats.
Harry introduced Hermione to the rest of his family before they set out into the crowded streets.