Chapter 1.
My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I am a muggle-born witch at Hogwarts. My best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. I am 16 years old. I am in my 6th year at Hogwarts. If I had to sum myself up in fewer than 10 words, I would say: Harry and Ron's sister; the brains.
Well, I don't know that I would say sister. Not to Ron. Ron is special…
Tomorrow dawns my first day of 6th year. I honestly can't wait. All summer I've skimmed all my books for this semester, and am pretty certain that any first day pop quizzes are in the bag. I happen to know that neither Harry nor Ron have even peeked at books in their trunks, buried what may as well be miles of Quidditch whatevers.
I woke up this morning in Ginny's room at the Burrow, with a skull-splitting headache. It was peculiar, I felt as though someone were seriously trying to break open my cranium with a crowbar from within my head. I couldn't hear properly either. Oh well, it's gone. If it comes back I have some Aspirin that my parents made sure I packed.
I went downstairs to find that I was, per usual, the only one up yet, aside from Mrs. Weasley, who was out feeding the chickens. I opened up my trunk to do my last and 5th check to see that all the necessities were accounted for. They were. Crookshanks pranced in to the kitchen and mewed. He's the sweetest kitty I've ever met! I was sitting on the sofa and petting my darling kitkat, when suddenly I heard something. I set Crookshanks down and stood up, walking to the window. In the sky there was a large crashing… item… I had no idea what on Earth it was, but then it disappeared! I ran out to find Mrs. Weasley to ask if she knew what happened.
"Mrs. Weasley! Did you see tha-that thing?"
"Oh good morning, dear! What do you mean?"
"It was just there!" I pointed out above the swamp. "It just disappeared, but it was falling, and I must be seeing things… Are you quite sure you didn't even hear it? It was very loud," I asked nervously.
"Sorry, dear, I didn't hear or see any falling objects this morning," she said calmly.
"Ok, sorry, Mrs. Weasley,"
I walked away hesitantly. When I got back inside to the kitchen, Harry was lugging his trunk down the rickety stairs. He seemed confused and looked at me.
"Did you, I don't know, hear, or see anything odd this morning?" he asked.
"Yes! I did! Mrs. Weasley must think I'm going mad, but yes, I did see something falling and making a booming noise!" I said with relief.
"Ron's comin down in a sec, we can see if he saw or heard it," Harry noted.
Just then, Ron came stumbling down the stairway, looking half asleep. "Ron, did you hear or see anything odd this morning?" Harry asked.
"Nah, I woke up hours ago though, couldn't go back to sleep," Ron mumbled.
"Are you sure, you heard nothing?" I asked.
"Nope, nothing."
Ron sat down and served himself some bacon that Mrs. Weasley had made early in the morning. "So, 6th year. Crazy, right?" He said.
"Insane… It'll be good to see everybody again," said Harry.
For the rest of breakfast, we sat in silence, each of us thinking through what we learned in our past years that we might need to carry over for this year. Well, I guess that was probably just me.