Basic Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its affiliates. I receive no money for these stories, they're written for fun more than anything.
I hope to update semi-regularly, once every week or so when possible. There will be times when the update is an In-Verse side fic, as i want to expand on several of the characters in this story. In particular the various members of the House of Black (forewarning they will be a OOC as the point of the story is a 'What would happen if the HoB was exposed to Hermione early on and vise versa).
Magic exists in every world, perhaps more obvious in some than others, but it's always there. In every world that she exists, which are many and varied, Hermione Jean Granger is one of Magic's favorite children. In one world this means that Hermione will become the Brightest Witch of Her Age, will help the Chosen One save the world, and will end with her married to the love of her life, with two beautiful children, and a fulfilling career righting the wrongs of society as Minister of Magic. In that world her talents and abilities are never truly nurtured, her potential never reached. She will never know that she could have been more.
That is another world, in this world she is still born Hermione Jean Granger, a powerful name for a powerful witch. Born instead to William and Helen Granger, a set of cousin's Wendell and Monica Granger never knew they had, on September 19, 1959. For someone like Hermione, who with a few hours of time can save a man from an unjust execution, 20 years might be just enough time to reshape the wizarding world. It helps that Magic is on her side.
William and Helen Granger welcome their daughter into the world on September 19, 1959; she is a fuzzy headed baby, with a powerful set of lungs, and normal baby-blue eyes. They take her home to their little abode, an apartment with two bedrooms, a bath, and living room/kitchenette in a tenant house above some shops at the edge of London proper. It's not much but it's home, and honestly they can't afford a better place. Neither William nor Helen make a great deal of money, and while Helen's parents are happy to help where they can they aren't much better off themselves, are too old to really work, and live in a old one-bedroom cottage near Edinburgh. William's parents, who are quite well-off as his father is lawyer like William himself, disowned and disinherited their son for his refusal to marry a work associate's daughter, and have refused to interact with him since along with the rest of his family. They are also the root of the Granger's problems as they had gone so far as to have William blacklisted from any firm in London to teach their son a lesson. So William and Helen make do, working two jobs apiece and picking up the occasional odd job to bring in a little extra money. It isn't much, but they get by.
Years pass by, Hermione grows from a baby into an inquisitive toddler, her baby-blue eyes transitioning into a tawny-gold, her dark hair growing curlier and poofier by the day. She is babysat by her neighbor, an elderly woman called Maggy (Margaret is a little hard for a toddler to say), while her parents are at work. Hermione spends her days playing with the other tenant children and listening to Maggy tell stories of her Old Country as she knits. Nobody is quite sure what country Maggy is actually from, but the stories are good, if a little too fantastic to be real and a little too mundane to be fantasy. When one or both of her parents have a rare day off, and it is nice outside, they go to a little park down the road, where they spend hours catching critters and playing on the little slide and swing set the park has to offer. If, however, the weather is bad, then the Granger's will spend the day in the little second-hand bookshop that resides under their apartment (alongside a bakery and cleaners), reading stories to their daughter and teaching her what they can. These are some of the happiest times in young Hermione's life.
The first few years of Hermione's life are normal, she is loved and provided for by her parents, even if it is hard to make ends meet sometimes. Her accidental magic is never anything more than making something she wants come to her or removing a mess before she can get in trouble. All in all a regular, boring childhood. Her troubles don't start until she is nearly four years old. They begin with a scared little boy lost in the park.