A Note- This is everything I wanted my maman to say to me. But it never happened, just this fanfic never did.
Thirty first of August, Nineteen ninety-one,
I wish I could express it all together on a piece of paper. I tried- honestly I did.
I hope you're happy with your new friends and the new school. You never were fitting in with everyone else around you.
Oh dear I've done it again haven't I? I've said the wrong thing to say! Darling you must forgive your mum- I forget that you are after all the same baby who'd go to dinner parties babbling out the digestive system to anyone who'd listen; my beautiful little girl who kicked and screamed at me and dad for getting you chocolates for your birthday! We're sorry darling- we know better to get you the sugar-free ones.
You've locked yourself up in your room for days- you promised to never do that again. Darling you know that we need to be strict with you. All good adults have a strict upbringing. And I understand that you are excited to go to Hogwarts. It's probably the only thing I do understand- you must tell me more about it!
A school for witches and wizards to learn magic; you must understand that for two 'muggle' dentists in London to wrap our heads around this is difficult. It feels so surreal. But we don't doubt you. You're the most responsible child in your year. You'll pick yourself up.
I suppose we saw it- but our scientific minds chose to ignore it. You'd come in to us squealing about making your toys move around the room and we'd ignore you. But I hope you comprehend that it's hard- for us.
I suppose your dad and I couldn't give you much of a heads up like we have until now. But I know that you're going to be on your own with other children of your age. You'll be a star! You don't need to push yourself so hard because now there'll be kids like you all around. We've been to Diagon Alley with you and that lovely McGonagall lady.
We know that you belong there. You belong with the magical world with all of its spells and potions and wands. And has your mum ever been wrong about things like those?
I know I sound selfish but Hermione- darling please don't forget who you are to us now. Don't forget your roots- don't forget us.
Lots of love and sugar-free kisses,
Helen Granger (that's mum to you!)
PS- I don't know if you want the latest edition of Ripley's Believe It or Not anymore, but your dad has put it in your bag with your note.
