This chapter takes place before it "all"… before she knew she was a witch, just in case you happen to ask before you read. Enjoy!
"Hermione, it's time to clean your room! It's a big mess!" Mrs. Granger said, picking up some things off the floor on the way.
"Fine, mum." Hermione got off the couch, put down her book, went up the stair case, and down the corridor to her room. Something was very strange.
"Mum? My room's already clean! You are just over exaggerating again!" Hermione yelled down to her mother.
"Don't be silly, 'Mione…Look-" Mrs. Granger said, coming up the stairs once more. She stood at the door to Hermione's room jaw dropped. "I could have sworn to God. This room was a pig sty just a few minutes ago. Papers all over the floor…Bed not made… " The room was now, however, spotless.
"And I could have sworn I definitely left those books on my bed before I left my room this morning. Now they're on that shelf over there." Hermione was just as confused as her mother was. There was a long, awkward pause as they stared in silence at the room.
"…Odd." Mrs. Granger finally said. Another long pause. "..Well. I'm going to make dinner."
"Mind if I help?" Hermione suggested.
"Sure, you can!" Mrs. Granger said, still with a dazed and confused look on her face.
"What are we having?"
"Spaghetti." Mrs. Granger said, handing the box of noodles to Hermione. "Can you do me the favor of boiling the water?"
"Not a problem." Hermione got a pan and turned on the stove. She then reached over to get a spoon to stir the noodles, when her mom shrieked.
"What? You just scared the hell out of me!" Hermione gasped.
"How are you not burning? Your arm is in the fire!" Mrs. Granger yelled.
"What?" It was true. When Hermione reached over, she didn't realize her arm was right in the flames on the stove. In fact, if she had felt anything, it was just a ticklish sensation. "Odd. Why am I not burning and writhing in pain?"
"What on earth is happening today?"
"I have not a clue!" Just on time, the door creaked open. Mr. Granger was home from work.
"Hello ladies! How are you on this fine evening?" Mr. Granger said, with a broad smile on his face.
"Dad! How was work?" Hermione ran over to her father, giving him a big hug. He kissed her on the forehead and walked with Hermione back into the kitchen.
"Not bad, not bad. Just busy as all. It seems that all the kids are getting cavities these days. And its not even Halloween yet either." he gave a small chuckle. Mrs. Granger finished the dinner and served it up on the table set for the three of them. They started to eat when the post seemed to arrive right in the middle of dinner. "Oh, I hope you don't mind, I'll go get that."
"Thank you, dear." Mrs. Granger said. Mr. Granger got up and walked down the corridor to the door and picked up the pile of letters. One of them was addressed to Hermione, in green ink, there was no return address, except on the back, it had some sort of coat of arms with a strange word "Hogwarts" written on it. Mr. Granger looked very confused.
"'Mione, it seems that you have gotten a letter!" Mr. Granger said.
"What? From who?" Hermione exclaimed, as she got up and ran over to her father with the letter.
"I guess we won't know until we open it," Mrs. Granger said walking over to join them. "Let's open it at the table. It's dinner time."
"Okay," Mr. Granger said. The three of them all walked back into the kitchen and sat back down. Mr. Granger handed Hermione the letter. Hermione enthusiastically opened the enveloped, almost ripping it to pieces. "Easy now! Read it!"
"Dear Ms. Hermione Granger, It is my pleasure to inform you, that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"What?" gasped the three of them.