A young Hermione, aged just 8, turned the last page of the book once again and set it down. She loved the book 'Matilda'. She loved to believe there was magic in the world, and somehow, in her heart, she knew there was.
She was about to put the book back on the shelf when a brilliant idea struck her. Her heart beat fast as she thought about the possibilities of it. What if she really could do it?
She walked to the other side of her room, carrying her book with her, setting it down on her bed. Hermione looked at the book, picturing it flying across the room, the young girl put all her concentration into it. If she could do this she would no longer be the girl they all picked on, she wouldn't just be a 'smartass' or a 'boff'. She could have the potential to do something, be something. She had to do this.
Slowly, the book inched off the bed and fluttered towards the bookshelf, it landed exactly in its correct spot, between 'the twits' and 'the witches'. Hermione smiled to herself.
Several years later, Hermione smiled to herself as she though of that first memory. That was the day she finally knew she might someplace belong.
She smiled down at the baby in her arms, she'd have to make sure that 'Matilda' was on their bookshelf.
A/N - Okay, not really sure where the idea came from. It just sort of... Did.
I hope you all liked it!:D Reviews would be greatly appreciated!:3
~Prongs