And here it is, the not so long await third and final (hopefully) section of my story series based completely off of the Harry Potter series. Though I do warn you, if you found this story first, please go back and read Forgetting Hogwarts followed by Remembering Hogwarts or else none of this story is going to make much sense to you. Thank you.

To all my wonderful readers of the last two stories, welcome back, and I really hope you like this story. Although there is one main difference in this story then the others two. While it still is in third person, its from Laura's POV and not Hermione's. Sorry, but Hermione would be kinda useless in this story if it was from her POV (unless she was getting letters from Laura, and even then no.) But that's OK.

Anyway, I'll stop talking and let you start reading.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, it is all the wonderful creation of JK Rowling.

Finding Hogwarts

"Mom look!" eleven year old Laura Granger yelled. "I got this strange letter!" Her mother, thirty year old Hermione Granger; came running from her maze of boxes of the house they had just moved into. "See, it says that they're from a school called Hogwarts, and that I've been accepted into it and that I'm a witch." She started laughing. "It's pretty silly isn't Mom?"

Hermione took the letter and read it, and then she also laughed and messed up Laura's hair. "Pretty silly for sure. Now come on, help me unpack some kitchen junk."

"Ah mom, do I have to?" Laura asked. Hermione gave her a disapproving look so with a sigh Laura added, "Well, I guess."

The kitchen was also a maze of boxes. Hermione; who was slightly taller then her daughter; started putting plates and bowl into cupboards, and Laura started putting the pots and pans away.

"Hey Mom? Didn't Mr. Malfoy give this to you?" Laura asked holding up a vase.

Hermione looked down at it. "Yeah, he did," she replied and went back to the dishes.

"Oh Mom, whatever happened between you and Mr. Malfoy? I thought you two were cute together, and Aunty Mandy obviously agreed too," Laura pressed.

"Nothing happened," Hermione said in a tight voice. "We just weren't right for each other."

"But…" Laura started.

"Drop it," Hermione snapped just as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Laura watched as her Mom walked out of the room.

"Not right for each other my dance slippers," Laura muttered sorting more pots and pans.

"Laura!" Hermione suddenly called, "Can you come here please?"

"Coming!" Laura called, raising back to the living room. She skidded to a halt when she saw who was there. Two men in the strangest outfits she had ever seen. They were both dressed in black robes that had the same crest on them that she had seen on the letter. One man had greasy hair and a hook nose, and the other man was quite short and had frizzy white hair.

"Good afternoon Miss Granger, and Miss Granger," the greasy haired on said. "I am Professor Severus Snape, and this is Professor Al Flitwick. We are teachers at Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. We know you got a letter from us today. And I am sure that you probably did not believe it."

"Why would I?" Laura laughed. "I mean witchcraft? Come on."

"Laura," Hermione warned, "be nice."

"Of course Mom," Laura smiled.

"I assure you we are not joking," Flitwick piped up. "If I may show you," he whipped out a stick and declared it his wand. It was oddly large for him. He waved it and some bogus words and a couple of the boxes started floating. Laura felt her jaw drop and her eyes widen. Flitwick let the boxes down and turned to the couch that was shoved against the wall and waved his wand again. Laura's mouth dropped even farther when the couch turned into a pig.

"I would like it very much if you did not turn my furniture into barnyard animals," Hermione said in a stern but faint voice. Flitwick nodded and the pig turned back into their couch.

"Do something else!" Laura begged.

"I'm afraid we are not allowed to do much more," Snape said. "We are to come and show you that the letter was not joking, give you directions on how to get your stuff, as well as how to get to the train to go to school next year."

"And if I go, will I be able to all of that?" Laura asked excited.

"Not at once," Snape said, "and not all in one year. But eventually, if you do not get yourself expelled, yes."

"Would I still be able to dance?" Laura asked, her face falling at the thought.

"That is very important to her," Hermione added.

"I'm sure the Headmaster could find a way for you to take dance lessons," Flitwick squeaked, and Laura's face brightened up.

"But where is this school?" Hermione asked, "I've read her letter, and it does not say were it is, or how I'm supposed to pay for it."

"Well no one is supposed to know the exact location of the school, and as for payment all you have to do is pay for the books and supplies, all is paid for by our government," Snape said.

"Your government?" Hermione demanded.

"Yes, the wizarding government," Snape said. "Will you accept our school?"

"I'll think about it," Hermione said. "If you'll just give me this information that you talked about earlier, and I'll get back to you later. If you have an address as well."

"Actually," Snape said pulling some parchment from his robe pocket and handed it to Hermione, "if you agree to send your daughter to Hogwarts, when you get her stuff just send an owl with the post office there."

"Alright," Hermione said.

"We should be going Severus," Flitwick said. "We have more people to visit. Miss Granger, Miss Granger." He bowed to both of them. And with a crack he disappeared. Laura's eyes widened.

"Miss Granger," Snape sneered giving what could have passed as a nod to Laura, "Ms. Granger," he snapped at Hermione and disappeared with another crack.

"Can I go Mom?" Laura asked. "Please? Pretty please? Pretty pretty pretty please with freshly made satin Pointe shoes on top?"

"I'll think about it," Hermione replied with a small smile and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She turned and headed back to the kitchen, "Go finish with your room."

"Sure Mom," Laura said dashing around more boxes to the room she had picked out for herself. In her room she found a doll of hers, a ballerina doll that Mr. Malfoy had given her. "You know Pointe?" She asked the doll, "I think Mom took that a little too well."

Chapter one, complete! YAY! Oh, and just so you know, in the last line 'Pointe' is what she named her doll. As well; to clear up any confusion about this story; only Hermione and Draco know that Hermione remembers everything, and Hermione has not told Laura about either of them being a witch, or that Draco is Laura's father (it is necessary for the story). Alrighty then.

Thank you so much for reading.

Please review.

Rebellion Author.