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Hermione and Harry sat in the living room of the Granger's house as Hermione's mother brought them a steaming plate of fresh cookies. The smell of them was delightful, and Harry gladly shoved one into his mouth.
"Harry, what will happen next year if we get sent off to different schools?" Hermione asked him in a sad voice.
"We can always write to each other, Hermione, don't worry, I'll always remember you." Harry said.
"Thanks Harry." she said with a smile.
"It's the least I could do, I mean, you are the one who let me come here when the Dursleys are being agrivating." Harry told her. They continued building a large tower with the blocks Hermione got for her birthday a year ago.
It was late in the summer and Hermione's mom had let Harry come over to their house. He came over a lot now, so her mom was used to it. The Dursleys wouldn't care at all, even if he stayed there.
It was getting late, and it was about time for Harry to leave, so he got on his shoes, and walked out the door after hugging Hermione. Hermione walked up to her room and changed into her pajamas.
She slept silently that night, and the next, too. But the next few nights, she was beginning to get nervous. Why wasn't Harry coming over anymore? She would call him the next afternoon to check up on him.
Hermione rose, bright and early to eat her breakfast and check on her friend. Her mom made her pancakes and bacon, and she slowly ate, letting her digestive system do it's work. As soon as she took a bite of her bacon, and owl flew in through the window.
Her mom screeched and swatted it away with the frying pan, but it stayed where it was. Hermione walked slowly over to it, and saw a letter hanging from it's beak. She carefully grabbed it, and looked on the front of it.
It was adressed to her, and on the back was a wax seal, that said Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She ripped the seal, and took out two pieces of paper, or rather, parchment.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
Hermione carefully read through the letter twice, and then looked up at her mom, who was staring at her.
"Mom, read this please." Hermione said, handing her letter to her mother, and just as she did, a crack sounded through the room, and a person appeared. It was a tall man, who had very greasy black hair.
"Miss Granger, is it? Yes, you have been accepted into Hogwarts, it is true, magic is, in fact, real. You may not believe so, you seem the type of person who needs facts." he said, and just as he did, he took out his wand and waved it, using quick and sharp movements.
He had turned her bacon into a Grand Piano, and then back again. Her mouth hung open, and she sat there wide eyed.
"Do you accept that your daughter is a witch?" he asked Mrs. Granger.
"What did you just call my daughter?" she yelled at the man.
"Sorry, do you accept that your daughter has magical talent, then?" he asked her.
"This is all happening so fast, um... I guess I have to accept it. Where will she be going?" Mrs. Granger asked the man.
"I will be back on the 28th to pick her up and take her shopping, you will need to give her money so she can transfer it into galleons, sickles, and knuts." he told her.
"Okay, and anything else?" she asked.
"Yes, she will need to be at King's Cross station, on platform 9 and 3/4 by eleven on the 31st, that is when the train leaves. She will come back for holidays, and then for the summer. She will attend for seven years, that is unless you chose to transfer her, or take her out of school." he said.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked, apalled that her mother was giving this man information when she didn't even know who he was.
"Severus Snape, but you will call me Professor Snape or Sir. Same with all of the other Professors." he told her. His facial expression never changed, he grimaced all the time, like his face was frozen, or glued even.
"Okay Sir, what time will you be here on the 28th?" she asked him.
"Twelve." he said, and then, another crack and he was gone.
"That was so weird." her mom said, with her mouth hanging open.
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