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I honestly have no idea what this is. I was just really bored, and I hope that you might enjoy it.
Planned
When she was born, her parents couldn't have been more thrilled. They'd already had her whole life planned ahead of her.
…Literally.
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At the age of two, she was expected to walk and talk, and so she did. She would walk about the house as she pleased, asking politely for things that she wanted, and always coyly engaging small conversation with guests who visited their home.
It had gone according to plan.
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At the age of five, she could read with comprehension and write unusually neat for a child of her age group.
At her preschool, she completed every one of the books on the bookshelf, even the chaptered ones for the first through third grades.
She would complete workbooks and write her name at the top of every entry.
She could fit every piece into a puzzle within five minutes.
This too, had been planned.
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At the age of eight, she had planned something for herself.
She was to be the most intelligent child at her private school. She knew all the text from her school books by heart, and always had her homework completed three days in advance.
She accomplished this task, also.
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At eleven, she vowed to make friends.
For the first time, she struggled with something. She met quite a couple people on the Hogwarts Express, but had not yet found anyone that she could call a friend.
While looking for a toad on behalf of a boy named Neville, whom had lost his, she stumbled across a compartment with two young boys in it.
She had shown off ever-so-slightly, using her newly learned magic, and received a glare from the red-headed boy in return.
When the two said boys ended up saving her from a mountain troll, however, it had been accomplished for her.
She hadn't needed to do anything at all, and she didn't know quite how she felt about that.
Later that year, she solved a riddle with logic as to help the fate of the Wizarding World.
The plan had been set. She just placed it together.
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At twelve, she researched and became petrified.
Either way, she knew what was going on in the castle before even some of the teachers did.
She had been taught to always be one step ahead.
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At thirteen, McGonagall planned for her to take more classes than anyone else.
She was to use a Time-Turner and be expected to handle more school work, more studying, and less time for eating and sleeping. Her friends became concerned.
Despite the exhaustion, she did this.
Dumbledore then planned for two innocent lives to be saved in one night. Before he had finished speaking of his vague riddle, she knew what to do.
The plan was fulfilled.
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At the tender age of fourteen, she was planned to deal with hormones, just as she had read about in books.
When a boy asked to the Yule Ball, she, as her mother taught her, graciously accepted with a curtsy and a smile.
Her mother would have been proud.
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At fifteen, she fought off Death Eaters, despite the fact that she hadn't wanted to come along on a dangerous mission at all.
She had been injured, but before falling into unconsciousness, she knew what she had been hit with. She had, of course, read about it.
She managed to pull her head down, as to help the affection from spreading, while she waited.
It was what the five-step plan in the book had first said to do.
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At sixteen, she had a stronger force of hormones, and began to lose her grip.
Viewing a boy that she had known for years snog another girl hadn't exactly been on her to-do list. She found jealously rage deep inside her.
Her father had taught her to be strong. She held in her emotions for as long as she could have.
That had, after all, been the plan.
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However, the only thing that she hadn't planned on…
"'Mione! I'm home!"
"In the kitchen, Ron!"
…was to fall in love.
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