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CHAPTER 1: ARIVAL HOME

When she was young and afraid her parents told her to be brave, be who she was and it will all work out. But now that she is older and far away from them, she has to tell herself to be brave. But that's easier said than done. Especially if you're a witch named Hermione Granger.

It was a warm day, but not overly warm as to be called hot. No, it was just warm. And Hermione couldn't' be happier to be returning to the place she had called home for nearly 7 years now. She was going into her final year of schooling at the magical school for wizards and witches, Hogwarts.

While she was sad to have to leave her loving parents, she was very happy to get back to school. It had all her friends, but more importantly, it held the widest array of books she had ever seen. And boy did she love books. Books of any kind, shape, or size. Though the bigger the better.

As she sat down on the train on platform 9 ¾, Hermione was blissfully listening to her best friends tales of their summers. Harry Potter, yes THAT Harry Potter, was telling tales of scaring his horrendous aunt and uncle, and his cousin Dudley. While Ron Weasley told of his holiday with his family in Australia. His sister Ginny adding parts to his story hear and again when Ron apparently "Told it wrong", as Ginny said.

But Hermione had nothing to tell of the summer, because her summer holiday was dreadfully boring without all her friends being there. For the most part she sat in her garden and read a book, she had read over a thousand times, while her father cooked on the grill and her mother made sure he didn't burn anything. So she sat and listened to their tales and laughed along when fitting.

But it wasn't long before they arrived at the school and were hurrying off the train. Hermione breathed in the air of her home and was delighted to see nothing had changed much over the few months she had left.

It wouldn't stay that way for long, but she didn't know that.