Chapter 1:
It was the 31st of August 1991, Hermione Jean Granger sat in a window seat of her bedroom a giant book open on her lap. She was small for her age and had long brown bushy hair that framed her pale freckle-dusted face. Her eyes were doe shaped and a warm chocolate brown. She was reading Hogwarts A History a book she had got in Diagon Ally almost a year ago on her 11th Birthday. She bit her lower lip in thought reviling her slightly bucked front teeth as she thought back to the day she got her book. It had been ever such a surprise when a stranger had knocked on the door to inform her that she was a witch.
Flashback: September 19th 1990
Hermione Granger was sat in the living room with her parents, it was the morning of her 11th birthday. She had been woken up to the smell of chocolate pancakes and had eaten 3 of them. She wasn't allowed chocolate very often as her parents were dentists but every year on her birthday they let her have as much as she wanted.
After she had had her pancakes, Hermione opened her gifts. She had a selection of books such as pride and Prejudice as well as some woolly jumpers she could snuggle up in as winter approached. Her grandmother had got her a charm bracelet. She had just finished opening her last gift a telescope from her parents when a knock on the front door was heard.
"I wonder who that could be," her mother asked as her dad got up to answer the door. Hermione had no idea who it could be. She didn't have any friends everyone thought she was strange. Her mum's parents were on holiday and her dad's parents had both passed on, neither of her parents had any siblings.
She was brought out of her wondering of who was at the door by the arrival of her dad returning back to the room with a tall slender woman she had never seen. The woman was older than her parents, at least 60 she would guess. Her hair was greying and pulled into a tight bun. She had light wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. She was wearing a long green tartan skirt with a white shirt and a matching tartan cape of some sort. Upon her head was a pointed green hat.
The woman took a seat in the chair opposite the sofa Hermione and her mum was sitting on whilst her dad sat on another chair opposite her mum.
"Hello sorry for interrupting you all, my name is Professor Minerva McGonagall and I'm the deputy headteacher at a school for gifted children such as Hermione. We'd like to offer Hermione a place at the school," she spoke in a rich Scottish accent.
"We have Hermione enrolled in the best school in Oxford it has the best GCSE results." Hermione's mother told the professor.
"I'm sure that's a very good school and Hermione would do well there but let me ask you all a question. Have you ever noticed anything unusual happen around Hermione particularly if she has been scared or angry?" The professor asked the Granger family. She could see memories flash in their eyes as they thought about the question.
Hermione could remember a few times she has experienced something unusual. In year 4 she had been bullied by an older boy and she had wished to be home the next thing she knew there was a pop and she was sat on her bed at home. She had been in so much trouble for sneaking out of school and no one had believed her when she said she didn't know how she had got there. Another time she was sat in her treehouse reading and her mum called her in for dinner. As she descended the ladder she lost her footing and fell at least 12 feet. Her mum screamed in fright and ran to try and catch her but Hermione bounced like she was made of rubber and didn't get a single scratch. When she was really angry once her hair had turned bright red.
Upon seeing that the family knew what she was talking about the professor continued. "What you were thinking about were bouts of accidental magic. The school I teach at is a school for gifted individuals who possess powers. Your daughter is a witch. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the best magical school in the world. Hermione will be taught alongside other magical children. She will learn to harness and control her magic."
Her dad was sputtering a bit and her mum looked shocked. "How do we know what you say is true". Her dad eventually asked. Professor McGonagall pulled out a thin wooden stick and pointed it at the pile of wrapping paper still on the floor, the paper folded itself into the shape of a teddy and then the teddy sang Happy Birthday to Hermione.
Professor McGonagall had stayed at the house for another hour explaining everything there was to know about Hogwarts. At the end of the visit, she had given Hermione her copy of Hogwarts A History and promised to come back on the 1st of August to take them to get Hermione's school stuff.
End of flashback.
She had returned as promised and now Hermione sat counting down the hours until morning waiting to go to Kings Cross and go to Hogwarts. She was ever so excited.