A/N: Im writing this in Hermiones point of view, as Harry Potter and
the Prisoner of Azkaban. I hope you like, this is only the prelude, so
if youd like me to write more than this, you must R/R!! Thanks!

Prelude

England, one large world that you could never call normal. It had its
secrets, many of which were not known by most muggles. People like
Mrs. Waning, always wondered about weird happenings. Like on one
bright and sunny Tuesday, when she saw 3 teenage boys, and a young
girl, all of whom had bright red hair, walking up Stoats head-Hill
into a small forest with three brooms and a large red ball. But after
staring and watching them all, she soon forgot about them, because a
loud bang from the large house down the road interrupted her thoughts,
and she completely lost track of what she had been doing. But in a
tiny village near London, Hermione Granger sat on her windowsill in
her bedroom writing a letter. Hermione was a witch, a student at
Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. She was one of the
smartest in her year, and this being her third, was going to be a very
eventful one.