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This is my first fanfic. Forgive me for my poor grammar and spelling.
"Miss Granger. Topper of the class again" smiled Prof Albert. Most of the class clapped while a certain bushy haired 10 yr old Hermione Granger beamed happily from her seat. She flushed with the attention she was getting from the class.
It was her 4th week in her new school in New Berry and she already became the top of the class.' Mom and Dad will be proud' she thought. They were her inspiration and encouraged her in everything she did.
She saw her teacher smiling up at her. She liked him a lot. He was a tall man with black hair and black striking eyes. She always loved the mild fierceness of those eyes.
"Hope you will keep it up, Miss Granger"
"Sure sir" she replied blushing.
Then he changed his face to it-is-serious-what-I am-about-to-tell look and started his class. Most of the students never liked his its-no-joke tone and went back to what they were doing, clearly not interested.
She went back to her usual process of taking notes. She heard Roberts, a pretty short boy with spiral hair mumble something about time to sleep.
She knew most of her fellow students now. But as always she was not successful in making a friend. There was this girl Michelle who was kind of nice to her but Hermione could not stand with Michelle's best friend Rousle or was it Rausle. Either was she did not care as the girl clearly disliked Hermione's.
Most of the class regarded her as a not-so-good looking bushy haired know-it-all who always had her hand in the air answering about God knows what. But what can she do about that. She was like that and if she someday had a friend, she surely will have to agree with her being her. It would be a lie if she said she was not jealous about her other classmates who had at least a couple of people as their best friend like Michelle. Her mother always said she would find someone worthy and always longed for one.
When bell rang for a short break she noticed a book in front of her. She looked around and caught sight of Mike who was glaring at her with his cold blue eyes.
"Complete today's work for me, Wont you Granger?" he asked with a dangerous tone.
"But I already have so much to do and ..."
"Wont you Granger? ...". He cut-off her with even more dangerous look from his cold frozen blue eyes.".'If it was possible' she thought to herself. At a point she could have sworn she saw a red flash in his eye.
"Ok. I will" she replied. 'What? Where did that come from'?
She was always afraid of Mike and his bunch of 'fatties' as Michelle puts it.' Mike, Dudley, Lewis, Tom...' she felt it fearful event to think about them.
"I think he is a Vampire. Better do what he says" commented Lucy. She was a tall long haired girl with pretty curly hair and always had some crazy ideas about nonexisting Philomena's in her mind.
'Lucy back with her the-world-is-haunted Tales' thought Hermione.
" How come? "She asked, not interested in Lucy's crazy tale but to lighten the awkward mood created by Mike.
"My Gran always said the wood behind the White Lake was haunted with vampires and werewolves..."ranted Lucy.
' Werewolves? …... what might that be? Probably some nonexisting creature like Vampire' she thought to herself making a mental note on referring it when she gets home.
"And I have seen him and some others entering the wood quiet often..." she continued.
Hermione had long before given up on the idea of talking some sense into the crazy heady of Lucy Hopes.
"They have this eye's which can mesmerize you completely if you are not strong enough to block them. Also we can never know when they follow us or when they take your blood"
'That's it. I can't take it any more' Hermione's automatic no-proof-not-true ability took control.
"There are no such creatures like vampires or verywolves or whatever it is. They are some stupid imaginary creatures." She tried to reason.
"Then how do you explain recent unexplainable deaths happening here. Don't tell that you don't read newspaper."
'She is right and there indeed are some unexplainable incident's happening but vampires. That's just…..crazy'
"As I was saying…" Lucy continued" my Gran knows much about them and she believes they exist…."
Lucy and Hermione continued their debate until the class resumed
After school she waited near the main gate for her parents returning from clinic downtown to pick her home.
"How was your day sweetheart?" Her mother asked as soon as she entered the car. Emma Granger was a tall woman with hair just like Hermione's but curly and tamed. Beside her sat Richard Granger smiling at his daughter.
"Well just like the other days….."
Hermione was lying on her bed after dinner starring at the sealing.
'Why is it that I couldn't find a friend ' 'That's because you are not the kind to be befriended. Ugly, bossy, know –it-all.' Her mind replied.
'Maybe ...' she thought. She could almost feel her hope melting since it was already the 5 week with no success in that matter. There was no one in the class who seemed to enjoy her company. Michelle told her that one more boy will be joining them next week. ' He would be another idiot, being that bully Dudley's cousin and all. What was his name? ...Larry or Harry….. Ahh…..who cares '. 'This school is going to be no different from my older ones 'she thought.
Number 4,Private Drive.
"Boy, since you have finished Gardening you can go to school tomorrow onwards." Growled Vernon. He was a short man with fat body and short hair.
"Yes Uncle Vernon" replied Harry Potter. He was a tall skinny boy with startling green eyes and messy black hair. He wore a lightning mark in his head which from what his uncle said, was from the accident in which Harry's parents died.
"And I shouldn't hear any complain from Dudley about you being a freak at your school too. Is that understood….?"
"Yeah", he replied.
"Never misuse the kindness and freedom we give you from the depth of our heart. Clear?"
"Yes"
"Good. Now clean the plates and then go to sleep." He stood up and walked to his bedroom.
'At least I could be away from this hell while I am at school' Harry thought. That was the only plus point he saw in going to school and for him that escape was like going to heaven.
He went to his cupboard 'most comfortable place in the house' as uncle Vernon puts it and fell asleep without knowing what was to come….
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