A/N: I have had this story in my head for a long time now and I couldn't wait to get it down and posted. I know it will be a very good story and I hope you all like it. Well, here is the first chapter guys! READ!!!

Chapter 1

The Wake Up Call

It was five thirty in the morning on September the first and a little girl of age eleven named Hermione Jane Granger was wide awake. She was neatly dressed in a little gray skirt and a nicely ironed white blouse with a black tie and a clean gray vest. On her feet she wore little knee high socks with brand new shinny black dress shoes that buckled. Her hair dropped down and lightly rested a couple of inches below her little shoulders and frizzed out making her little head look three times bigger then it actually was.

She was sitting on her neatly made bed with her bedside lamp being the only warm light that lit up her large room. She was holding a long piece of unfolded parchment in front of her excited face as her chocolate colored eyes frantically skimmed through it for what seemed like the twentieth time that morning.

"I need to be wearing my black robe on the train." she mumbled to herself as she carefully read the section titled, "Things To Bring To Hogwarts."

She placed the parchment on her pillow and walked across her room until she reached her brand new, large black trunk. She quickly knelt down and popped it open. Right there on top was a neatly folded black robe. She quickly pulled it out and threw it on.

She then tumbled back to her bed and snatched up the parchment again and reread the very bottom, like she had done over and over again in the past couple of months since she receive it by owl.

"You need to be at the train station on September first, no later then 10:30am, for the train will leave at exactly 11:00am." she mumbled to herself. "There will be an archway between platforms nine and ten. You will need to run through that brick wall in order to enter platform 9 ¾. You will carry your luggage with you onto the train and find a compartment that you will need to stay in the whole trip. Further instructions will be given to you on the train. If you have any questions now that you need answered right away then send us an owl and we will get back to you as soon as possible. Good luck and we look forward to seven wonderful years with you!

Hermione placed the piece of parchment on top of her neatly arranged books, clothes and other belongings in her trunk and fell onto her bed back first.

"I cant believe I'm going to Hogwarts." she sighed while a big warm smile spread across her face. "Today!" she glanced at her clock and was greatly disappointed that only fifteen minutes passed since the last time she looked. "I guess I can read chapter seven of Hogwarts, A History again."

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Eight-thirty finally came and Hermione was quickly and noisily stumbling down the stairs and into her parents room to wake them up.

"Mum! Dad!" she yelled as she scurried into their room and leaped onto their bed. "Wake up!"

"Ah, are we late?" was the first thing that screamed out of her mum's mouth. Her mum and dad both fell out of bed and stumbled into their closet to find something nice to wear.

"No." Hermione laughed. "It's eight-thirty and you two told me to wake you up at this time so you could make my favorite breakfast. Plus, we have to leave at nine-thirty so we can be there by ten-thirty."

They just stood there looking at their cute daughter with confusion. "Why do you need to leave so early?" Her father asked. "It doesn't take an hour to get there."

"Dad!" Hermione smiled. "The traffic is going to be horrible because a lot of people go to Hogwarts. Now mum, you said that you wanted to make me breakfast."

"Yes dear." she smiled. "Let me just get dressed first."

They both left the room leaving her dad still in confusion. But he quickly snapped out of it. An hour later, they were out the door and on their way to the train station.

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It was ten-o'clock in the morning and a little eleven year old red head boy lay fast asleep in his warm bed in the attic.

"Ronald Weasley!" a woman's voice yelled from outside his room. It was his mum who came charging in and stood over his laid out body with her chubby hands on her hips. "Wake up! We need to leave in fifteen minutes. You should have been up an hour ago."

He just continued to lay there with his head hanging off the bed and his food resting on his pillow.

"RONALD!" she yelled again as she pulled his covers off and started to shake him. It was no use. He was just snoring away. "THAT'S IT! FRED, GEORGE! YOUR TURN TO WAKE HIM UP! I GIVE UP!" and at that, she turned and stormed out of the room with her hand waving in there air.

"We told you mum to let us try first." George smiled.

"Yeah!" Fred added. "He would have been up two minutes ago."

"Just go in there and wake him up please." She made a mean face while pointing towards Ron's room.

"Yes Queen Molly." they both choired.

"And if I ever hear you two call me that again, I'll make sure Dumbledore kicks you two off the Quidditch team personally." she scolded them as they entered Ron's room. Then they heard her stomp down the stairs.

"Do you have it?" George asked his twin.

"Right here." Fred pulled out a long string and a rubber spider that was about the size of his hand. Their dad brought that home from work one day and said he won it at a muggle toy store.

Fred tied the string to one of the spider's legs and held it above Ron's face. They George sucked his thumb until it was soaked with saliva and then he stuck it in Ron's ear.

Ron moaned a little then slowly opened his eyes.

"AHHHHHH!" Ron yelled and tumbled out of his bed and landed right on his head. "FRED! GEORGE!" Ron yelled of the top of his lounges. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Ron struggled to his feet and put a hand on his throbbing head.

"You now have ten minutes to get ready because in ten minutes, we will be leaving for the train station." Fred laughed as he stuffed the spider back in his pocket.

"TEN MINUTES?" Ron yelled.

"Get a move on Ickle Ronnie." The twins laughed and ran out of his room.

Ron ran to his trunk, stripping off his pajamas along the way. He kicked his trunk open and threw his pajamas in and pulled out a pare of jeans and a maroon colored sweater and quickly threw them on. He then slammed the trunk closed and dragged it out of his room while snatching his wand off his dresser. He jumped down the stairs with his trunk and slipped into the kitchen, grabbing an apple on the way out the door.

"Finally Ronald!" scolded his mother as she pushed everyone out the door.

"If we want to make it before ten fifty then we will have to fly the car Molly." explained Mr. Weasley as he threw Ron's trunk in the trunk of the car with the others.

Mrs. Weasley had an upset look on her face but it quickly changed when she realized that there was no other choice and she shrugged and said, "Fine."

"RON!" yelled a little red head girl.

"Yes Ginny?" Ron turned to face his little sister who was running out of the house with a small cage in her hands.

"You almost forgot Scabbers." she handed Ron the cage and jumped into the car.

"Thanks." Ron said as he slid in after her.

"Is everyone set?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she buckled up.

"Yes." they all said as the car gently started to life into the air and on its way to the train station.

A/N: Well, here is the first chapter! I hope you really liked it. I had so much fun writing it. Please review on your way out even if it's just a simple good job or something. The next chapter will be up soon!