Hi everybody,

I never thought I would ever even read a fanfic, let alone write one. But after reading some fanfics I changed my mind. I want to write one where Harry, Hermione and everybody else aren't lesser versions of themselves, one where you can feel Rowlings magic. So I will try my best to do that. Draco is more human, more reasonable and more likable than Rowlings Draco, otherwise the idea of Dramione would not be possible and I like that just a little bit too much to give up on. It's probably going to be crap, but if there is just one person who likes it, I will be very happy. I'm going to write Hermione's side of the Harry Potter story, the whole story. From the day she gets her letter from Hogwarts till the day they defeat Lord Voldemort. But I will change a lot, a lot a lot. I'm sorry if my English isn't perfect, it's not my first language.

Hopefully there's someone who will read it and like it. Have fun reading! (I sure had fun writing!)

Chapter 1 – "I think you should leave now"

"Hermione, what did you do this time?"

Hermione's mother looked up when she heard the angry voice of her husband. Their eleven year old daughter got in trouble a lot.

"I don't know, I am so, so sorry!"

Hermione was sent home, yet again, with an angry letter from the headmaster. She was one of the smartest kids in her school, but around her, many weird unexplainable things happened. This girl who teased her suddenly smelt like fish, a boy that pulled her hair had blood all over his hands. Today three kids began choking, right after they called Hermione a smarty-pants. She didn't know why but everybody blamed her. She was sure she didn't do anything.

"Honey, we've talked about this, hurting people isn't the solution," her father told her after giving the letter to his wife. "We love you very, very much, you know that, but this has to stop. You need to grow up some time."

"I am grown up, I didn't make them…!"

"Sweety, we know you didn't, but still, the school didn't make your dad pick you up if you weren't partly to blame." Her mother sat down next to her. "It doesn't matter now, you just go do your homework alright? I want to talk to your dad for a minute."

"But mom…"

"Now sweety! I will call you when dinner is ready."

Hermione went upstairs, tears in her eyes. Nobody understood her.

.

The next morning Hermione got up early. She had barely slept, crying almost the whole night. Even her parents didn't understand her. She didn't have many friends. No real ones at least. She passed her time reading and learning. When she read a good book, she was happy, but when she had finished it, she couldn't help herself wondering how a life with friends would be like. Friends who weren't scared of her, friends who believed her when she said she had nothing to do with it. The only one who believed her when she said it wasn't her fault was the girl next door, Sarah. She was almost two years younger than Hermione and still believed in Santa and fairies. And magic. She liked it a lot when something weird happened and she had a fun explanation for everything. Hermione was way too smart to believe any of it though. She knew there was something weird about her, something unexplainable, but it wasn't magic. Boy did she turn out to be wrong!

.

When her mother woke up, they made breakfast together. They had so much fun together, Hermione forgot about the eggs until the fire alarm went off.

"Hermione, the eggs!" Her mother looked very angry. "You burnt the last two. Your dad is not going to like that!"

Hermione almost started crying again, she really wanted to have a nice Saturday. But before she could say anything, the doorbell rang.

"Clean this up will you? I will be right back." Her mother handed the pan with the burnt eggs to her and went to the door.

Hermione looked at the pan and put it back on the stove, she would never get that clean. She tried not to cry and drank some juice. She really wished she hadn't burnt the eggs.

"I don't quite understand why you are here. My husband talked about Hermione just yesterday, nobody said anything about a house visit." Her mother walked in with a strange looking woman right behind her. The woman was dressed in green and had her hair in a bun. She looked very strict and stern.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you must have misunderstood, I am not from her current school," she told Hermione's mother.

"Then who are you?" Her mother sounded suspicious.

"I am Professor McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress from Hogwarts." She gave Hermione's mother a hand. Then, she turned to look at Hermione. "You must be Hermione, am I right?"

Hermione gave a small nod.

"Hogwarts?" her mother continued.

"Yes, Hogwarts. Why don't we all sit down for a minute?" Professor McGonagall walked to the kitchen table and sat down, waiting for the two ladies to join her. "I am professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I think you should leave now." Hermione's mother walked to the door, ready to get this crazy lady out of the house.

"I just want to tell you that we have a spot for Hermione at our school. I know this must come as a big surprise but your daughter is a witch."

Hermione's mother started to laugh. This woman was clearly mad. Her daughter a witch… Like witches even existed, not in this world! Hermione though, could not take her eyes of this strange woman. A witch? That was impossible, right?

"Ooh, eggs! Yummy. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, I am …" But before her dad could introduce himself, her mother interrupted him.

"You really have to go now!"

"Hermione, what's going on here?" her father asked her, worried.

"I cooked breakfast, dad, but then I burnt the eggs and now this woman says I'm a witch."

"Because you burnt the eggs? That doesn't make you a witch," said her father jokingly. He seemed to be in a much better mood than yesterday. "And your eggs look perfect to me."

She took a look at the eggs, they did seem perfect, not burnt at all.

"Honey, the eggs are burnt, you can't actually think about eating them!" Her mother tried to take the pan away from her husband. "Mrs. McGonagall, you should really leave. We don't like people calling our daughter a witch."

She looked in the pan and was as surprised as Hermione, the eggs did look fine now. How was that possible?

"I have a letter here, which tells everything you need to buy before attending Hogwarts. Also, there is a train ticket and I am her to explain everything else. I really don't mean to scare you, but your daughter is a witch. There is a whole world with people like her." Then she turned to Hermione. "Do strange things ever happen to you? Like when you're upset or angry?"

"Sometimes. Like, with the eggs, I was really sad about burning them and now they are fine. And yesterday people teased me and then they all started to choke. It was kinda scary."

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw her mother looking from the eggs to her and to Professor McGonagall. She took the letter from the table and started reading it.

I don't know if Hermione ever goes into details about how she finds out she was a witch, it has been a long time since I read the books, but since both Harry and Tom Riddle where visited by somebody from school, I think that would also have been the case by Hermione. Because, be serious, if you get a letter like that, would you actually believe it? I would think it was some sick joke… And my mother would never believe it! I am pretty sure Hermione would have got the letter already, before McGonagall would explain it, but I liked this more. Next time they visit Diagon Alley :) That will be fun! Muggles in Diagon Alley… Hope you enjoyed it! If you feel like it, please let me know what you think.