A/N okay so i was just sitting here in the living room on my phone when this idea just suddenly popped into my head. Okay i know this plotline isnt very original and i apologise for that but i will try and make it as original as possible.

DISCLAIMER: i do not own harry potter. If i did i wouldnt be sat here with a laptop that is playing up, i would be on holiday 24/7 in Florida.

Anyway, enjoy! :-D

"Hermione dear! Up! It's time for your birthday breakfast! Come on my treat!"

Hermione sat up, stretched and got out of bed. Still in her pyjamas, she made her bed and shuffled - half asleep – down the stairs into the living room where she grabbed her dressing gown and then into the sweet smelling kitchen. She sat down at the table taking in the delicious scent. It made her mouth water.

"Morning sweetie. You awake properly yet?"

"Nope, but I will be soon."

"All good, anyway, can you go get your father up? He wanted to be down here for the breakfast."

"Okay mom, be back in a minute" She gave her mom a quick smile then disappeared upstairs. She walked into her parents' room as quietly as possible and crawled up onto the bed and began tickling her dad right under the chin where she knew he was ticklish. He just groaned, pushed her hand away from her and turned onto his other side.

"Fine have it your way dad" Hermione got up, wandered into the bathroom and got a jug of freezing cold water. She pranced back into the bedroom and tipped the entire contents of the jug onto her father's unexpected face. He woke up with a jolt.

"HERMIONE!" he jumped out of bed about to make a run for her. Hermione knew this was coming before her dad did so she ran towards the stairs and down them laughing her little head off. Not knowing where she was going she ran head first straight into her mom, still chuckling.

Helena Granger was about to wonder why her 11 year old daughter had just ran down the stairs laughing until her ribs hurt. But then she noticed her husband Mark drenched all over his face and hair. She ignored it as it had become a family tradition on her daughter's birthday. Before Mark could come up and shake his wet hair on her, she dished up the breakfast and served it to each of them.

"Here you go darling. Happy birthday! You're growing up too fast!" Helena hugged her daughter before settling down to eat her own delightful breakfast.

Hermione looked down at her plate and grinned. It was all of her favourite breakfast things on one plate! Delicious! On it was a pain au chocolat (a French pastry with chocolate inside), pancakes with sugar and maple syrup and French toast. Yes a weird combination but it doesn't matter, that's how she liked it and licking her lips, thinking this birthday would be the best one yet already, she began to dig in.

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Hermione got up full to the brim and poured herself some pulpy orange juice and sat talking with her parents.

"Mum, the post is here, should I get it?" Hermione noted not even looking at the door.

"How do you know?" Mark asked. Then sure enough, they looked behind and it was just getting posted through the letterbox.

"Heard it, anyway, should I get the post?" Hermione repeated.

"Please! I suspect it'll be your birthday cards off Nan, granddad and your aunts and uncles" Her mother answered.

"Alright." Hermione hopped off her chair and wandered down the hall towards the door whilst her parents made their way to the sitting room. She bent down collected the post and started to shuffle through and sure enough there were 5 for her.

"Here you go mom, yours, and dad here you go yours. I reckon they are bills." And again she was right. Although it was easy to tell with the type of envelope they were in.

"Are they yours Bab?" Her mother asked her gesturing to the post in her hands.

"Yep, can I open them please? I think they're birthday cards." Hermione asked tearing the envelope a little bit at a time.

"Yeah you can, then you can open your presents off us!" Her dad said handing them over to her from the coffee table next to him. He loved watching his one and only daughter's smile on her big day.

Wow, eight presents off mum and dad! She thought as she placed her presents next to her and began to open her cards, smiling whilst reading them then bouncing off to place them on the windowsill. She ripped open her presents to reveal the books of Lord of the Rings trilogy and four other books. She'd never read these before but her friends had recommended them to her so she couldn't wait to settle down and start reading. She also got some sugar free sweets off her dentist parents. As well as that, she got money and other presents off her other relatives.

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The rest of the day past quite normally, no unusual tricks involving Hermione and some exploding or levitating objects or any more physic predictions. Mark took Helena, Hermione and her best and only friend, Isabelle (who she hadn't seen for years but they had been planning it for months), to the cinemas then out to a special birthday dinner. It was all perfectly fine until an hour after dropping Isabelle off at her house. Hermione was curled up of the sofa next to her mum reading one of her new books totally engrossed and oblivious to the rest of the world. She didn't even hear the doorbell go. Mark sensing that nobody else would go and get answer it, heaved himself off the sofa (He had been rather comfortable and quite tired), and shuffled himself towards the door.

"Hello, we don't want any leaflets thank you." He began to close the door again but a foot stopped it.

"I am not giving away leaflets. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, deputy headmistress of Hogwarts. I am here regarding your daughter Miss Hermione Jean Granger. May I come in please?"

Utterly bewildered by the woman's straight forward nonsense and (what the hell was Hogwarts anyway?!), Mark stepped aside and ushered for her to come in. He walked slightly ahead of her into the living room where his wife and daughter were. He snatched the book out of Hermione's hands to an outrageous cry of "Dad!" and a firm "Mark, what do you think you're doing?!" off his wife.

"Helena, 'Mione we have a guest, Professor McGonagall. She's here to talk to you blossom." Mark said to his daughter not noticing Hermione cringing at her nickname.

"You are Hermione Jean Granger, correct?" Minerva asked to the 11 year old.

"Yes" Hermione said but it sounded like a question. "Excuse me but how exactly do you know my full name? Are you a school governor from my school? Am I in trouble? I swear I haven't done anything!"

"No Miss Granger, you're not in trouble, I know you haven't done anything wrong. But, I am in fact from a school, just not yours." She stated. "I am from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am delighted to inform you that you've been accepted in!"

"Pardon?"

"You've been accepted Hermione. You are a witch."

A/N Dont worry i'm not going to be one of those authors that take up their end authors note going, "Do you think this is okay?", "how do you like" , "good, bad?" 'cause, to be quite honest, i find that really annoying. However reviews are always greatly appreciated and if you spot any errors that i failed to see, please point them out to me and i will correct them asap!

did you see the olympic opening ceremony? The big voldemort? it was awesome

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