Hermione Jean Granger. That's the name I was born to. My parents were two unsuspecting, regular people. They fell in love at college, both there training to become dentists, nothing spectacular - just a normal romance.
They met, they liked the look of each other, my father asked my mother out on a date and the rest, as they say, is history.
They never would have guessed that the baby daughter they gave birth too a year after they were married would grow up to be so different from them, but she did ….. I did.
You see I am not what the majority of the world would class as normal. I am a witch. I found out the summer after I turned eleven. A stern looking woman turned up on our doorstep and informed us.
Before I knew it I was on the Hogwarts Express on my way to my new school to learn all about who I really was.
But this all happened a long time ago, or won't happen for a very long time - depending on your perspective.
So much has happened since then, too much, and right now I don't recognise myself anymore, and even if I could see my parents, they wouldn't know who I was anymore. How can one person change so drastically, how can what one person is willing to do alter so completely.
I am Hermione Granger. My best friends are Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. We fought against the dark, against oppression, we fought for the world. We fought against the most evil wizard ever to be born, and now I am in bed with him.
When my mother was 21 she fell in love with the perfect boy, he took her out, he bought her presents, he treated her right. They got married, bought a house, had a child. Their love story was sweet, it was normal, it was how a love story should be.
Mine isn't.