Hello. My name is Hermione Granger and no, I am not some famous wizard's daughter, or niece, or relative for that matter. I am the child of two muggles, somehow gifted with the power of magic. To some people, I am a miracle. To others, I am a despicable mudblood. But anyway, this will mostly be about Harry and Ron, who you may know to be very cunning tricksters. How I ended up being their friend, I have no idea. No wait…I do. We went to stop you-know-who from taking the philosopher's stone. But still, that was the only time I thought that they were cool. Well, actually…they still are. But that isn't the point. What I'm saying is that they always get into trouble and I somehow get dragged into it. Not that I mind, if any of you two are reading this!
All three of us are in the same house, which I personally think is the best house out of all of the four. Gryffindor represents bravery, which I don't think is in me. The only time I was pushed out of my comfort zone was when I slapped Draco in the face. Other than that, the other times were when you-know-(stuff that!) when VOLDEMORT caused havoc, which was basically throughout our whole school-life. But like I said, I absolutely don't mind. Actually, I think I like all this kick-ass stuff we do.
Well, as a muggle-born witch, I was brought up in a normal household; going to zoos, reading fairy tales to bed, wishing that someday a prince would sweep me off my feet. But that was until I found out I had magic. And so, instead of spending my spare time in the playground with other children, I read about how to control my magic and learnt spells. But it was when I received a letter from Hogwarts did I feel special. Me, an abnormal child in a normal household, got accepted into a school with other abnormal students? How cool is that! When I told that to Harry and Ron though, they said I was stupid. How am I stupid? I'm the one who gets all the answers correct in class. I'm the one who helps them with their homework. I'm the one who is the voice of reason in our small gang! If they knew better, they wouldn't treat me this way!
But now that I think about it, I realise that the three of us were brought up differently. Ron is in a wizard house-hold, Harry intruding in his relatives' house with no love and me in a simple, ordinary family. But even though he had lived in a large family, Ron Weasley has not the foggiest idea on how to clean up a mess. But not only that, he gets into so much trouble, and Harry only added fuel to the fire. Why is it that guys must act so brashly with no brains?
I realise that all I'm doing is criticise my two friends, but I have to admit they are cool at times. Sure, they are courageous, and have a good sense of pride and justice. They are also friendly, loyal, smart (when they want to be), helpful, responsible (at times) and are reliable. Now look at me, showering them in praises. But it is most definitely the truth. As I'm writing this, I am wondering whether I am acting unlike myself. But the only people who will probably read this are friends who already know what I'm like. But here is my final statement. I know the title is very unlike what is written here, but I hope this has been helpful for your understanding of our friendship between Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and me, Hermione Granger.
