I know, I know. I should be working on Rise of The 379th Hero, but I had this crazy idea here... Basically this is the Harry Potter books, but everything's changed. It's almost entirely gonna be in Hermione's Point of View.

I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own this crazy idea!

I didn't fit in to well. For one thing, my classmates thought of me as a bit of a know-it-all. For another, I could do strange things. Like the time that Rob was teasing me, and his shoelaces, on there own, tied together. AND NOBODY KNEW WHAT HAD HAPPENED!

I was dreading going to another new school (my parents didn't like me getting bullied). But then it all changed. In a good way.

It all started with an owl...

My name is Hermione Granger.

It was a normal Sunday, and I was up in my room watching weird orange and yellow bubbles float around in the air. Well... I was actually controlling them. Sort of. Like if I wanted it to sit in my hand, that's what it did.

My mom called me for lunch. I went downstairs. We were all sitting around ready to eat, when an owl swooped through the open window, dropped something on me, and flew right back out.

I picked up the thing the owl dropped: an envelope. There was a weird seal on it: the letter H surrounded by 4 animals: a Lion, a Snake, an Eagle, and something that looked like a ferret. Naturally my parents were confused. Since when do owls fly around in the middle of the day delivering the mail?

I broke the seal. I opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. Hang on, is this letter even for me. She turned it over. Yes. That's my name, my address and even my bedroom. That was a little creepy. I unfolded the letter. I read it out loud:

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. Due to you being Muggle-Born (an explanation of which will be given), a representative of the school when be at your place of residence shortly after receiving the letter.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I immediately came up with several questions, but just then someone knocked on the door. Could this be the representative from the school?

My mom answered, revealing a rather timid looking man wearing a purple turban.

"H-hello," he said. "I-is this the r-residence of M-miss H-h-Hermione. G-gr-granger?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" my mom answered.

"Sh-she has b-been acc-s-septed to Ou-our s-school. H-Hogwarts."

"Oh, yes. She just received a letter from an owl about that."

"Alright th-then. I am Pr-professor Quirrell."

I spoke up, "I accept this position." It had to be better. She guessed that the strange things she did was magic. Well now it seemed she would learn to control that. "Just one question; what does the letter mean by me being 'muggle-born'?"

"Ah. Y-yes. A m-muggle is s-someone who is n-not a w-wizard. Y-you are m-muggle born b-because your p-parents are muggles."

"That makes sense... but what about all this stuff this list says I need. I don't think you can walk into a random store and buy a wand." I was curious.

"Th-that is wh-why I am h-here. T-to help y-you f-find all y-your s-supplies."

"How do I know that this isn't all some joke?" My father asked.

Professor Quirell just pulled out a stick, pointed it at our empty fireplace, and suddenly there was a blazing fire.

"Alright then, I believe you," My father said. "But we're going with you."

"G-good. I d-don't know h-how to n-navigate this pl-place. W-we just h-have to g-go to L-London."

"We have a car, and it isn't to far away, London," My mom offered.

"L-lovely. Sh-shall we go, then?"

Linebreaks can be very scary...

It turned out that traffic in London was pretty bad, and Quirrell had us make u-turns quite a few times. Finally, we pulled up in front of some pub called The Leaky Cauldron.

"Is this it?" My mom asked. "This bookstore?"

"N-no. I'm sorry. I P-professor Quirrell, give y-you, Mr. and M-Mrs. Granger, p-permission t-to enter The L-Leaky Cauldron."

My parents gasped. Apparently they had just noticed The Leaky Cauldron appear out of nowhere.

We all exited the car and entered the pub to find all people inside crowding around a supersized man. People were muttering things about some guy named Harry Potter. We all got pushed to the center of the crowd, and Quirrell came face to face with a boy with glasses and messy hair.

The giant man spoke. "Professor Quirrell! Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

"P-P-Potter," Quirrell bagan. "C-can't t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you."

"What sort of magic do you teach Professor Quirrell?" the boy asked. It was then that I noticed a curious mark on the boys forehead.

"D-Defence Against the D-D-Dark Arts," Quirrell answered. "N-not that you n-need it, eh, P-P-Potter?" Quirrell let out a nervous laugh. "You'll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose? I've g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself. A-and I am-m also showing around a n-new student."

He gestured to me to walk towards this boy, Potter... that could not be his first name...

I held out my hand. He took it. "I assume you know who I am?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I replied.

"Well then, I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

"Hermione Granger."

The giant of a man spoke up, "is it all right if I take Miss Granger around to get her stuff, Quirrell?"

Professor Quirrell seemed relieved at that idea. "S-sure. I'll just go get some money out of my bank."

Unfortunately for Professor Quirrell, though, some ugly looking guy bumped into him. He whirled around, let out a terrified scream, and promptly fainted.

The giant shouted, "clear some space, he's fainted." Then he said to us, "I'd help him, but I don't really know first aid."

"Alright, I suppose we're going to have to go get some money," Harry said. "Except for the small fact that I don't have any."

The giant replied, "Harry, your parents left you some money in a vault in Gringotts, the wizard's bank. Oh, by the way, Miss Granger, call me Hagrid."

"Ok. Those are my parents over there." I indicated my parents. "Mom, dad!" I called.

They came over. "So your Miss Granger's parents? Pleased to meet you. Hagrid held out his hand and shook my mom's arm. "Alright then. Next stop Gringotts."

Things will be changing this early then... Oh, yeah. The contents from the letter and a few of the quotes from when Harry met Quirrell I copied from the book.