Hi guys I thought I'd try out something different, so heres a Harry Potter fic. Let me know if you like it and should I continue?
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Hermione Jean Granger was born on 19 September, 1979, to Helen and John Granger. She was their only child and, although at first they were slightly bewildered by her strange abilities and 'skills' they were always very proud of her. From ages five to ten she attended a quaint primary school in Chelsea where she learnt subjects such as English and Math.
Upon turning eleven, she was surprised to learn that she was in fact a witch and was invited to attend Hogwarts. She eagerly accepted and took to studying magic even before she began her first year at Hogwarts in the September of 1991, her thirst for knowledge driving her to learning all the set spellbooks by heart and even attempting to perform some simpler spells before the school term. She soon befriended Harry Potter and Ron Weasley whom she shared many memories with. Harry's unique past forcing her to put her intelligent mind to the test in order to save the wizarding world from the evil wizard know as Voldemort or more commonly 'he who must not be named.'
This was all fact, her entire life summed up in a paragraph. Wrong! It was during the summer between fifth and sixth year where the cracks in the story started to show.
Hermione was busily packing away her clothes and possessions in preparation for staying at the Weasley's, just like she'd done every year in the holidays since going to Hogwarts. Her parents had organised for her last night with them to be spent at home. They'd planned to have a nice quite dinner with little fuss and in pleasant company. Hermione had finally finished her packing and went to freshen up in the bathroom before dinner.
She walked leisurely to the shower, steam filling the room as she turned the shower on. She bathed her skin lightly in a fresh, coconut scented soap. She felt a slight tingling sensation travel through her body, starting with her toes and going all the way up to her scalp. She wrote it off as a chill and continued to wash as she was before.
After she'd finished she dried body and started and to towel dry her hair, as she was patting it dry she made a startling discovering her usual chestnut locks were instead replaced by long, wavy ebony hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from silk. She ran to the bathroom mirror and saw someone completely different staring back at her. She blinked her eyes from time to time, trying to process what she was seeing, it allowed her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. Her eyes were simply spellbinding, a rapturous shade of cerulean blue, much more appealing then her old caramel shade. Her slightly bronzed complextion and freckles were gone and in their stead was flawless porcelain skin, her old soft, rounded features were now sharp and sculpted. With high cheekbones and a straight button nose. She was in the grip of silent panic, wild eyes, pupils dilated, heart racing and brain on fire. What else was she to do except let out a shrill scream.
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Helen and John Granger were in the kitchen when they heard a scream. They both rushed upstairs to where the scream came from.
"Hermione dear, is there a problem?" Helen said in concern.
Hermione flung open the bathroom door looking panicked "Mum... I don't.. what's happening?"
"Hermione?" Helen looked at her daughter with utter shock written all over her face. "Is this a new spell?"
"No, mum, It just happened!" Suddenly they heard the pop of apparition sounding from downstairs.
"Mum, dad, stay up here." Both parents looked rather put out but listened to their daughter.
Hermione slowly crept down the stairs and tried to catch a glimpse of the stranger in her living room. "Professor?"
"Ah Miss Granger, I was wondering where you'd gotten off to..."
"You recognise me?" Hermione asked intrigued.
"Yes, about that. I think it'll be simpler if you read this." He handed her a small white envelope. She cautiously opened it to reveal a piece of parchment inside.
She looked up at Dumbledore curiously, "Go on, read it" He prompted.
To Elara Cassiopeia Black,
I know that this must be a shock, but it was imperative that no one could know of your existence until now. On the 25 of October 1979 a beautiful baby girl was born, you. Circumstances have made it impossible for me to care for you and know that giving you away was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. But I know that the people you are with, your new parents, will care for you and love you just as much as I ever could. When you were born it was the happiest day of my life but I had to let you go, Professor Dumbledore created an enhanced glamour charm that would keep you safe and hidden, your current parents were asked to take care of you and made aware of the circumstances. To make the plan truly fool proof we had to cast a memory charm on them that lead them to believe you truly were theirs. I know it's a lot to process but I beg of you do not hate me for this.
I have loved you since the first time I looked into your eyes that were so much like my own. It pains me to not be there with you, to not see you grow into the beautiful young lady that you are sure to be. My only hope is that this letter will help you to understand that I wanted to be there, do not ever think I didn't.
Seeing as I couldn't be there to teach you, I want to impart some things that I have learnt. So that maybe you will learn from my mistakes.
First of all, find your passion. Look for what inspires you. Find what you love to do and pursue it with all your heart. Never compare yourself to others. It's a waste of energy. You are unique and have your own gifts to offer the world.
Expect to fail. Failure is not fatal. Learn the lessons, then get back up and try again. If you're anything like your mother than you'll need to keep this in mind.
Keep in mind that being a daughter is a precious gift, just as precious as any son. I know that the wizarding world is old-fashioned and will perhaps make you think otherwise but I promise you this is true. You are wonder, a person in your own right. You are not a vessel for family pride, but a person born equal to men. You are entitled to make as many mistakes as any other and still be a full recipient of family love. You are not property to be coveted. By anyone.
And most of all dearest, laugh a lot. Have fun. The wizarding world is a dangerous place in these dark times and as my brother used to say, laughter is the best medicine.
Loving you always,
Your father,
RB
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Hermione POV
"Is this some kind of cruel joke?" I asked while my eyes watered with unshed tears.
"I'm afraid my dear it is not, where are you parents? They need to be informed of the recent enlightenment." He said grimly.
"Upstairs," I whispered pitifully.
"Do not fret child, It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be." He answered in his usual riddles while he walked towards the stairs.
Well that helps.
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So this is the first part, If you guys like it leave quick review :)