Chapter 1: I'm a What-Blood?
"Honey, are you up yet?" Hermione's mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs in their large but cozy ranch house. "Yeah, Mom, I'm up!" Hermione groaned from her bed. It was then that Hermione remembered she was going to Diagon Alley, and then just 1 day after that, Hogwarts! She was so excited. She couldn't wait to get there and see Harry, Ron, Ginny, and all of her other Gryffindor friends. But she knew that when she got there she would see the one person she least wanted to see, Draco Malfoy. Hermione could not stand him, he was always calling her "mudblood" and really it was just getting old. She couldn't stand him, but she just had to remember it was her 7TH year at Hogwarts and she would only have to see one more year of him. Just thinking about Hogwarts and being in her 7TH year, reminded her of her application for Head Girl at Hogwarts.
"Well, looks like Dumbledore just answered my thoughts!" Just then a brown and black owl flew into Hermione's room. It was a letter from Dumbledore and all of the other teachers at Hogwarts. It read:
Dear Miss Granger, We are pleased to inform you that your application for Head Girl this year was accepted and you are our new Head Girl. Professor McGonagall will talk to you and the Head Boy when you arrive at Hogwarts. We look forward to seeing you soon.
Sincerely, Professor Dumbledore Professor McGonagall
Hermione gasped and then she let out a shriek of joy. She was so excited about being accepted as Head Girl. She hoped that Harry would be Head Boy. Even if not it would be ok, because if he wasn't Head Boy, then he would surely be a prefect. "Mum! Dad! Guess what!" Hermione was still in her pajama's but she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to tell her parents the good news. "What dear, what?" her father asked almost as excited as her. "I got Head Girl!" She yelled and started dancing around the kitchen. Her mother just laughed and smiled and her father let out a gasp and said "Congrats my dear, we always knew you could do it. Now, go get dressed so we're on time!" "But Herm." Her father and mother had fallen silent and her mother was talking to her in a grim voice now. "What?" Hermione said smiling. "I think you should sit down." Her father volunteered. "Oh this can't be good." Hermione thought but sat down reluctantly. "Well dear, this may come as a shock to you, but you are not a muggle born. We -" she pointed to Mr. Granger and herself, "are not muggles. Your father is a wizard, I am a witch. We decided that when you were born, we would leave the Wizarding world. Only for your protection, but now that your older, in your 7TH year, and on top of all of that, Head Girl, we thought it would be best if you knew." Hermione had no clue what to say. She just sat there with her mouth wide open. Her parents were wizards? She was not a muggle-born? She was pure-blood! Wait till' she told Malfoy! "Now that you know, we will be moving back to the Wizarding world. And you should know, that you come from a long line of very powerful witches and wizards. We will be moving in two days! Now, go upstairs and pack everything you think you're going to need." Her mother was smiling very broadly and her father was grinning at her. "So wait, you're telling me that I'm not a muggle-born, I am pure- blood?" Her mother and father nodded. "So, is my real last name Granger?" Her mother smiled and shook her head 'No'. She replied "No dear, your full name is Hermione Renee Tahlin - Granger. The great grand-daughter of Antoinette Leslie Tahlin, one of the most powerful witches in the last century." Hermione ran up to her room with so many thoughts swarming in her mind. She had to write Harry. She had to write Ron. She had to tell Malfoy.
"Father! Father!" "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy right now?" "Well, I just thought you'd like to know, I got Head Boy!" Draco exclaimed happily to his father. "Oh, that's just great. Go away now! Before I put the Imperious Curse on you! GO! NOW!" Lucius yelled to his son. Draco loathed his father. He was horrible to him. He didn't care about anyone except for Vol - no, Draco couldn't even think the name. You - Know - Who. I wonder who got Head Girl. I bet it was that mudblood Granger. Yeah, of course it was, the little mudblood brown-noser. Oh well, it's still going to be a good year, a good year indeed.
"Honey, are you up yet?" Hermione's mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs in their large but cozy ranch house. "Yeah, Mom, I'm up!" Hermione groaned from her bed. It was then that Hermione remembered she was going to Diagon Alley, and then just 1 day after that, Hogwarts! She was so excited. She couldn't wait to get there and see Harry, Ron, Ginny, and all of her other Gryffindor friends. But she knew that when she got there she would see the one person she least wanted to see, Draco Malfoy. Hermione could not stand him, he was always calling her "mudblood" and really it was just getting old. She couldn't stand him, but she just had to remember it was her 7TH year at Hogwarts and she would only have to see one more year of him. Just thinking about Hogwarts and being in her 7TH year, reminded her of her application for Head Girl at Hogwarts.
"Well, looks like Dumbledore just answered my thoughts!" Just then a brown and black owl flew into Hermione's room. It was a letter from Dumbledore and all of the other teachers at Hogwarts. It read:
Dear Miss Granger, We are pleased to inform you that your application for Head Girl this year was accepted and you are our new Head Girl. Professor McGonagall will talk to you and the Head Boy when you arrive at Hogwarts. We look forward to seeing you soon.
Sincerely, Professor Dumbledore Professor McGonagall
Hermione gasped and then she let out a shriek of joy. She was so excited about being accepted as Head Girl. She hoped that Harry would be Head Boy. Even if not it would be ok, because if he wasn't Head Boy, then he would surely be a prefect. "Mum! Dad! Guess what!" Hermione was still in her pajama's but she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to tell her parents the good news. "What dear, what?" her father asked almost as excited as her. "I got Head Girl!" She yelled and started dancing around the kitchen. Her mother just laughed and smiled and her father let out a gasp and said "Congrats my dear, we always knew you could do it. Now, go get dressed so we're on time!" "But Herm." Her father and mother had fallen silent and her mother was talking to her in a grim voice now. "What?" Hermione said smiling. "I think you should sit down." Her father volunteered. "Oh this can't be good." Hermione thought but sat down reluctantly. "Well dear, this may come as a shock to you, but you are not a muggle born. We -" she pointed to Mr. Granger and herself, "are not muggles. Your father is a wizard, I am a witch. We decided that when you were born, we would leave the Wizarding world. Only for your protection, but now that your older, in your 7TH year, and on top of all of that, Head Girl, we thought it would be best if you knew." Hermione had no clue what to say. She just sat there with her mouth wide open. Her parents were wizards? She was not a muggle-born? She was pure-blood! Wait till' she told Malfoy! "Now that you know, we will be moving back to the Wizarding world. And you should know, that you come from a long line of very powerful witches and wizards. We will be moving in two days! Now, go upstairs and pack everything you think you're going to need." Her mother was smiling very broadly and her father was grinning at her. "So wait, you're telling me that I'm not a muggle-born, I am pure- blood?" Her mother and father nodded. "So, is my real last name Granger?" Her mother smiled and shook her head 'No'. She replied "No dear, your full name is Hermione Renee Tahlin - Granger. The great grand-daughter of Antoinette Leslie Tahlin, one of the most powerful witches in the last century." Hermione ran up to her room with so many thoughts swarming in her mind. She had to write Harry. She had to write Ron. She had to tell Malfoy.
"Father! Father!" "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy right now?" "Well, I just thought you'd like to know, I got Head Boy!" Draco exclaimed happily to his father. "Oh, that's just great. Go away now! Before I put the Imperious Curse on you! GO! NOW!" Lucius yelled to his son. Draco loathed his father. He was horrible to him. He didn't care about anyone except for Vol - no, Draco couldn't even think the name. You - Know - Who. I wonder who got Head Girl. I bet it was that mudblood Granger. Yeah, of course it was, the little mudblood brown-noser. Oh well, it's still going to be a good year, a good year indeed.