A/N: okay, so this is my first fanfiction after a while... i realize the grammer probably SUCKS. but please bear with me, i've been forced to read books written in the present-tense, so writing in past-tense seems somewhat weird to me right now.
please read and review... tell me what you think
ps- the title might change... i am not sure
To: my younger sister Dewdrop1998 who is also a writer on fanfiction
thank you for supporting me through this story
Perfect Plan
{Chapter 1}
I was sick. I was sick of all it. I was tired, too. I was sick and tired. And I wanted change. I wanted to change my personality. Change who I am. But I didn't want the life-long humiliation of having changed who I am because "Slytherin god" Draco Malfoy made fun of me. So there was only one solution, and using it brought more problems… but I stuck with it. I was Hermione Jean Granger, Gryffindor know-it-all; who didn't quit.
I unfolded the letter from my best friend Ronald "Ron" Weasley.
I can't believe you're not coming back, It read.
I set the letter aside and sighed. I was going back; my friends just didn't know it.
Here's the story: after the second Wizarding War, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry reopened. It allowed students like me and my best-friends, Harry and Ron, to come back for the remainder of our seventh year, which we didn't get to finish. Harry and Ron were going back of course. But I was going back differently.
Since I did not want to be made fun of again, I decided to change who I am. By that I mean change my identity as well as everything else.
Long story made short.
Anyway, back to my plan, I had gone through braces to fix my once-upon-a-time-retarded teeth. I had used hair treatments to solve my unruly hair problems and I went shopping for nicer—and sexier—clothing. All in all, it was a HUGE change.
I was going to pretend to be someone else. Save the "Ha-ha, Granger changed her personality" comments, people. I was going back to Hogwarts for my 7th year as a new person. And after my 7th—pardon me, technically 8th—year I was going to pretend to go to Australia or Canada—somewhere FAR—and come back as Hermione Jean Granger who was in France for a year.
Perfect Plan!
I picked up a pen from my desk and a piece of Muggle paper.
Sorry. Wish I could come back. Going to France with my parents for a year where I will study Muggle School. I'm going to miss you and Harry. Stay in touch.
Hermione J. G.
I wrote a response full of lame, false excuses.
I tied the letter to the waiting owl's leg, send it off and stood by the open window to watch the owl fly away into the unknown.
