Hermione Granger was a little girl living in Brighton. She loved princesses and her dream was to become one.
When she was five and she played outside with the birds and animals, she thought about her beloved princesses.
When she was six, and she would go to the beach and swim underwater for hours, she wondered if she was a princess.
When she was seven, and she was bullied by the boys at school and found the strength of her inner warrior to beat them even though she was a girl, she thought maybe she could be a princess.
When she was eight, and she sang Rapunzel's healing song and her hair glowed like Rapunzel's, she thought she could be a princess.
When she was nine, and she loved to read about finding her prince charming, she swore she could see a picture move, she knew she could be a princess.
When she was ten, and she sang Let It Go with Elsa and icy jets of snow shot out of her fingertips before resting on the couch, she knew she was a princess.
When she was eleven and an old man came showed up on her doorstep and told her she wasn't a princess anymore, she knew that fairytales weren't real.