Chapter 1
Ordinary
As normal as the Grangers were they were proud to have a witch as a daughter. They had always dreamed of more, but they never got it. They had the most mundane job in the industry, they were hated. Little children had nightmares when their teeth needed to be checked up. They hated this. But when they got the letter that their child, their only child, was a wizard they were thrilled. Hermione however was a whole different story.
Hermione Granger had never liked change. She had lived at the same house for 11 years, gone to the same school for 6 years and had the same bushy brown hair for her whole life, Hermione didn't like change. But when she got her Hogwarts letter she was shocked. Not happy, not sad but shocked. After 4 bags of Quavers, 3 books and 1 chat from her parents Hermione reluctantly agreed.
Hermione was very intelligent and knew so. But to be intelligent you have to ask questions and Hermione did that. A lot. So much so that her parents were tired with the consistent curiosity.
"Where will I get my school stuff?"
"How will I get there?"
"Will you be able do visit me?"
These were only a couple of many questions Mr and Mrs Granger were asked and couldn't answer. Eventually Mr and Mrs Granger had had enough and told Hermione to go to her room. She refused. Hermione was stubborn. If she thought she was right, she was right. After days of agonising waiting, the day had come. She was going to Hogwarts.