She had always been the bookworm with bushy hair. She was known as the "know-it-all Granger girl" at her Muggle elementary school. She never quite fit in with the others; there was just one thing about her that prevented her from finding her place among the Muggles in her class.

Sure she had friends, people to sit with at lunch, kids to talk to about basic stuff, but she never had that one best friend that knew everything about her. Those close friends that always had a free shoulder to cry on, the ones that would be there with you until the end.

The girl with the large front teeth had had a few good friends, but they always ended up not being what she hoped. She always realized, in the end, they were not good friends. A few used her; some were just not what a best friend should be. Those girls just made her feel bad. The people who disappointed her to no end always fueled her cries of loneliness.

For a long while, she just felt sorry for herself. She saw all the other girls and boys with their close-knit groups of friends and that just made her feel worse. She walked around moping, though she hid it well, only crying on her mother's bed when it got really bad.

This young girl, after wanting and wishing for a friend forever, finally found the reason for her sorrow and discomfort.

She was a witch.

Since that faithful day that she got her letter, she thought she was closer to finding where she fit in than she ever was. She thought Hogwarts was where she would meet the kind of people she had been reading and dreaming about.

But, to her dismay, she was wrong. She realized it was almost the same here as it was at her Muggle schools. She was known as the girl who knew everything, the witch who read her way through the library. The teasing of one Ron Weasley and his friends did not help the girl's self-esteem, not that it was very high to begin with.

So once again, she found herself crying in a bathroom stall just like before she found out about her powers (the only difference being this lavatory was haunted by a wailing ghost).

She noticed all the friends everywhere and noticed that even though she had one huge thing in common with all these people, there was one more thing on the list that made her different from the others. Being a bookworm and a muggleborn just pushed her farther away from all the other witches and wizards.

She tried to hide her pained face behind a book like she did in the Muggle school, but crying in the middle of halls when red-haired boys with dirt on their noses made fun of you made you hard to miss.

For the first two months in this new school, she was as lonely as ever, maybe even more without her parents, but that all changed on October 31, 1991.

Her friend-dilemma turned around at an alarming rate with the help from a troll and a teasing boy and his friend.

When Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter saved her in that bathroom she had just been crying in earlier from a mountain troll, a bond was forged that would never be broken.

Because of that distraction in the form of a green troll, Hermione was introduced to one Potter and many Weasleys, which changed her life forever and for the better. She made two best friends, which led to her befriending a freckled sister, meeting many pale brothers, being welcomed into a new family immediately, and, incidentally, finding the love of her life.

Also, because of one Dark Lord, Harry and Ron were teamed with Hermione, who helped with the downfall of said wizard.

(A/N: Now all I need is a Hogwarts letter, an evil wizard, and a troll to attack me….)