The Magical Truth

Hermione Jane Granger was a strange little girl with long,bushy chestnut brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. She had no friends in her elementary school and instead buried herself in books about Merlin and King Arthur,Camelot and secret gardens. And sometimes she felt that she was different and not like her parents or anyone really.

Years ago on her third birthday she hadn't known how to get a book she wanted out of the small library/office in her home and she thought of it for a few moments,contemplating how to get it, and suddenly it appeared in her tiny hands. When she was six years old and finally in school an ugly,cruel little boy who smelled like onions,would pull her hair and throw her much loved books in the mud or tear pages out of them to ruin them. Hermione for some unknown explanation managed to make the boy twirl in the air and fall on the ground hard from some invisible force. Her parents decided to take her out of that school and move her into another one. It wasn't much different there. She was still picked on or ignored and the accidents kept on happening.

Her parents didn't know what was going on or how to help their little girl. Little did they know is that soon they would get an explanation.

One cold September day,about nine days before her birthday a black and brown owl flew through a large kitchen window and landed on Hermione's small,frail shoulder. There was an envelope in it's beak addressed to her. With a squeal of childish delight she took the letter from the beautiful bird and petted it gently on head,feeding the bird some water and a bit of muffin off her plate.

"What is it honey?" Her mother asked as she sipped her coffee and gazed at her daughter curiously. Her father looked up from his newspaper and looked at the letter in her hands.

I don't know I haven't read it yet. Slowly,she pulled the letter out and read,

Dear Miss.Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry.

It went on to tell where to go to buy everything she would needed. Her eyes grew wide with excitement as she read the letter and she smiled prettily and broadly. "Oh daddy,mum! This makes so much sense as to why I feel so different from everyone around here!! I'm a witch! I'm magical just like I always dreamed of!! Oh can I go Daddy? Mum? Can I?"

"Well...let me see the letter, Hermione Bear." Her father said,taking the letter from her grasp.

He and his wife looked it over slowly. They knew that this would be a good chance for daughter to be with people like her and it would help her to control her magic but that would mean that their daughter would be gone...living in a school in Scotland for most of the year. But they knew that they had to do what was best for their daughter. They couldn't be so selfish as to take this away from her. They would miss their child of course,but they knew they where making the right decision.

"Yes sweetie,you can go." her mother said softly. Crying as her daughter through her arms around her neck in joy.