Disclaimer: everything from Harry Potter is not mine, they are J.K. Rowlings'. Only the plot is mine.

Fairytales

Prologue

It was snowing that Christmas Eve and six-year-old Hermione played in the soft, fluffy white stuff on the ground, sticking her tongue out as the snowflakes melted on it. She made a snowman and snow angels. Her mom watched her as she played and joined her on the snow making a bigger snow angel.

They went inside the warm house and took off their wet coats and boots. Mr. Granger offered hot cocoa by the fire and the family sat in front of the blaze enjoying each other's company. Mrs. Granger read a book to Hermione as Mr. Granger prepared dinner for her.

The doorbell rang and in came Hermione's babysitter, a neighbor from down the street. Mrs. Granger welcomed the middle- aged woman, named Mrs. Guildwood, and showed her around. Mr. Granger came down dressed for the Christmas Party at the hotel. He and Mrs. Guildwood engaged in a conversation and Hermione sat still by the fire reading the book that her mom never finished. Mrs. Granger entered the parlor looking extravagant in her evening dress, Mr. Granger got up from his chair and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Hermione got up from her spot and hugged both her mum and dad and wished them a good time at the party. She and Mrs. Guildwood walked them to the door, Mrs. Granger gave Hermione a kiss goodnight and to behave well.

"Now you should be going to bed soon, and we'll see tomorrow for Christmas" said Mr. Granger with that they left. Hermione ran to the window and waved to them. Mrs. Guildwood sat at the leather couch and turned on the t.v. While watching her show a weather warning came up on the screen telling viewers that there will be a snowstorm coming in that night and drivers should drive carefully. Hermione turned back to the window which was now covered in white, she couldn't even see outside.

The antique grandfather clock chimed nine and Mrs. Guildwood tucked Hermione in bed. Hermione protested for while, she wanted to stay up until her parents came home but Mrs. Guildwood told her that if she didn't go to sleep she wouldn't get her Christmas present. Suddenly Hermione was quiet and she pulled her cover up to her ears.

She didn't know what time the phone rang but it had waked her up from her sleep. She got up and walked quietly to the top of the stairs and listened to Mrs. Guildwood's worried voice. She couldn't really make out what she was saying because she speaking so fast and it seemed that she started to cry making it impossible for her to understand. All she heard was 'accident', 'injured', 'hospital', and 'not sure'. By this time Hermione was at bottom stair looking at Mrs. Guildwood with confusion. Mrs. Guildwood turned around with tears running down her pale cheeks.

"What's wrong Mrs. Guildwood?" Hermione asked innocently.

Mrs. Guildwood walked over her shaking her head and hugged her tightly. She didn't know what to say. Hermione, after all, was only six and would not understand. She tired her best to explain what had happened to her parents but did not go into further details.

It appears that when Mr. and Mrs. Granger were on there way home, their car slid off the road hitting a passing truck on the opposite end. The police say that them surviving were very slim.

Mrs. Guildwood held Hermione, who was still trying to take in what she had heard. "Will mummy and daddy come for Christmas?" she simply asked. The woman looked at her, not knowing what to say. But she would not lie and get this child's hopes up so she plainly said that they would be joining God for Christmas. Now this Hermione understood that perfectly, and pressed her face on Mrs. Guildwood's chest as she wept silently.

Morning came, for others it was Christmas, time for happiness and opening of presents. But for Hermione that year Christmas never came. She sat silently in her dad's favorite lounge chair and clutching the book that her mum read to her the night before. Mrs. Guildwood fixed the already clean house when the doorbell rang. She walked cautiously to the door. She opened it and saw an old mad with a long beard and half moon spectacle. He kindly introduced himself and explained that he has heard the terrible news. He told Mrs. Guildwood the he was the Granger's family friend and it would be his pleasure to take Hermione in for a while, until he found a loving family to adopt her.

Mrs. Guildwood agreed with no hesitation and she called Hermione to join them at the foyer. Before Hermione knew it, she was packed and ready to leave her home and with the man named Albus Dumbledore. They boarded a train off to the countryside, Hermione watched as farms passed by blurring their appearance from her view.

"Where are we going Mr. Dumbledore?" she asked

Dumbledore looked at her with twinkling eyes. "A magical place, my child" he answered. Then Hermione turned back to the scenery. He observed her for a while, yes, a real magical place indeed.

Dumbledore knew that she was one of the gifted muggles in London, and is very confident that she will fit in quite nicely in the wizarding world. After and hour in the train, they've finally arrived at their destination. To a muggle, it seems like an ordinary train station, but once you went through the secret portal you were transported in a wizard town. And they did just that. They went through a door just off to the side and entered a nice little town with witches and wizards walking about doing errands and such.

They not at all bothered Hermione, in fact she was quite curious and excited. She held Dumbledore's hand as they walked down the street. Hermione kept asking questions, like 'why are they wearing funny clothes?' and 'what are they saying?' He chuckled at her questions but answered them anyway.

The arrived at a very tall, narrow building with creatures of all sorts came in and out. She held his hand tightly as a goblin passed by them. A short plump lady greeted them introduced herself as Margaret Peterson, their agent for the adoption of Hermione. She took them to her office and started talking about the families that want her. But it seems like the Miss Peterson had already decided for them which family Hermione was to live with.

They were the Parkinson's, after Dumbledore reassured Hermione that she would be fine, Miss Peterson took Hermione the Parkinson Manor. They traveled there by floo powder, so this was a whole new experience for Hermione. They landed in lovely room decorated with welcome signs. A woman with brown, straight hair welcomed them both and a man with dirty blonde hair greeted them. Miss Peterson bent down to Hermione and introduced her to her new family. Hermione said hello and nothing else. The woman gave her a warm smile.

"We're all very happy to have you join our family Hermione." She said

"Yes, Pansy will sure love to have another playmate around," said the man

Hermione just nodded, then she noticed a girl about her age standing behind her parents glaring at her. Hermione said hi but the girl just turned away. Hermione was hurt she was hoping that they could be friends.

Soon Miss Peterson left and Hermione was left alone with her new family. They showed her new room, which was much bigger than the one she had in her old house and it was filled with more toys that she could ever imagine. The girl with dark hair was enraged, her new 'sister' was getting all the attention and she was not. Mrs. Parkinson told them they could play until dinner and that they should get to know each other. She stood there staring at Hermione, apparently not interested in getting to know her.

"Hi, I'm Hermione. What's your name?"

"I know who you are. And I'm Pansy" she answered rudely

"So do you want to play?"

"No. I don't play with muggles"

"Muggles?"

"Yes. Normal people"

But Hermione was still confused, she didn't know what Pansy was talking about. So for the rest of the week she learnt about the wizarding world. During the years Pansy and Hermione's relationship went from bad to worst. They didn't agree on anything, and when Mrs. Parkinson took Hermione's side, Pansy would throw huge tantrums. And for the past eleven years they've known each other, Pansy has treated Hermione like dirt.

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