A/N: Hey everyone! I know I should have updated my other stories first, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone. I have wanted to do a story like this for a long time, and I know there are a lot of these, but this is my take on one. This whole story is going to be focused on Hermione. It's going to go from her kindergarten year to her seventh year at Hogwarts. Oh, and one more thing. I need a book that would be easy for the average six year old to read. And, as always, read, review, and enjoy!
The Life and Love of Hermione Jean Granger
Chapter One: The Strange Boy
It was a bright and shining Monday morning. A busy haired little girl sat on her bed, staring at the clock and bouncing excitedly. Today was her first day of kindergarten.
Too excited to wait, the young Hermione Granger bounced into her parents' room and sat on her father's chest.
"Daddy, Daddy!" Hermione cried. "Wake up, wake up!"
Slowly, Mr. Granger's eyes opened. He blinked up at his hyper five-year-old, confusion evident on his face. "Honey, why are you up so early?" he asked, looking at his clock.
"Today is the first day of school!" Hermione told him, slightly annoyed that he had forgotten.
"I know, Hon, but you should still be asleep. It's only five o'clock." With that, Mr. Granger shut his eyes, trying to fall back to sleep.
Hermione, however, was having none of it. "But Daddy, I am too excited to sleep!" she whined, re-waking her father. Sighing at his loss of sleep, Mr. Granger scooped Hermione into his arms and stood up.
"It's about time you woke up!" Hermione stated, giggling.
"Okay, now why don't you get breakfast while I wake your mom?" Mr. Granger said, putting his daughter down.
"Okay, Daddy!" Hermione replied, pleased that her father was finally awake. Happily, she skipped to the kitchen, humming to herself as she went.
When Hermione entered the kitchen, she went to the fridge to get the eggs and bacon. She had learned to cook the previous year, and she was pretty good at it.
When breakfast was ready, Hermione hollered for her parents and they came into the kitchen.
"Morning, Mum," Hermione greeted, smiling brightly. "Morning, Daddy."
"Good morning, pumpkin," Mrs. Granger replied, kissing her daughter's forehead as they all sat down.
"Are you excited to finally start school?" Mr. Granger asked as he fixed his plate, already knowing the answer. This had been all Hermione had talked about for months.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hermione cried.
"Kindergarten isn't really necessary for you though," Mrs. Granger told her, noting the fact that Hermione could already read and write.
"That is true," Mr. Granger laughed in agreement.
Hermione just stared at her parents, confused. She had thought that everyone had to know how to read and write before going to school. She had spent over a month teaching herself while her parents worked.
"I thought I had to learn to read and write," she defended, folding her arms across her chest.
"They teach you that," Mrs. Granger told her.
"Oh, well," Hermione shrugged her small shoulders and quickly finished her breakfast, heading to her room to get dressed.
Once she was in her room and the door was safely closed, Hermione picked up the clothes her mother had chosen for her the day before. In her hands were a pair of white jean overalls with a pale pink t-shirt.
She changed quickly and put on her new black and white sneakers. Grabbing her backpack and her favorite book, Hermione left her room.
Hermione went into the living room to see her parents sitting on the couch, talking quietly. She thought she heard her name and the words "shy" and "school."
"Mum?" Hermione asked.
"What sweetie?" Mrs. Granger questioned, looking down at Hermione.
"Do you think people will like me?" she said quietly, suddenly feeling very nervous.
"Of course. Hermione, you are one of the sweetest, smartest kids I have ever known," Mrs. Granger assured her daughter, smiling kindly.
This calmed Hermione, and she settled down to read her book.
"Hermione! It's time to go!" Mr. Granger called from the kitchen, grabbing his keys.
"Hermione entered the kitchen with her backpack, grinning from ear to ear. "I am ready," she stated confidently.
"Okay, then let's go." Mr. Granger helped Hermione into the car and buckled her seatbelt for her before getting in himself and starting the car.
The ride to the school was quiet. The only sound in the car was the occasional "whoa" from Hermione as she saw all of the kids walking to school.
"Daddy, can I walk to school like those kids?" Hermione asked, pointing out the window.
Mr. Granger looked at her in the rearview mirror. "When you're older."
"Okay," Hermione agreed.
When the car stopped in front of the school, Hermione eagerly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car. She ran to the front doors of the school, stopping and waiting impatiently for her dad. When he finally caught up, the two of them went inside and began to search for room number seven.
"Look Daddy! There it is!" Hermione bounced up to the room and glanced back at her dad. He nodded encouragingly, and she went inside.
"Hello. My name is Miss Williams," a nice looking woman greeted. "What is your name?"
"My name is Hermione Granger," Hermione stated proudly.
"It's very nice to meet you, Hermione. Here is your cubby, and your desk is over there," Miss Williams pointed to each in turn and went to greet another student.
Hermione put her backpack in her cubby and found her seat. She saw a desk with her name on it and sat down. Once seated, Hermione studied the room around her. It was very brightly colored, the walls painted in cheerful yellow and blue. There was a large bookshelf with many different picture books on it in the corner. There were a lot of desks, and quite a lot of students.
Hermione was interrupted in her evaluation of the room when she heard the chair next to her slide out. She turned to see that the student who sat there was a black haired, green eyed boy.
"Hello," the boy said in a very quiet voice.
"Hello," Hermione said cheerfully. "I am Hermione, what's your name?'
The black haired boy gave her a tentative smile. "I'm Harry," he answered. It was then that Hermione took in Harry's full appearance. He was wearing taped and cracked glasses, which must have been difficult to look through. He was very small and scrawny, wearing clothes several sizes too big. But the strangest thing about this boy was the lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
A/N: So, did you like this chapter? Send me a review telling me what you like and don't like about this story. The next chapter will be out soon, hopefully. Well, I guess I will see you when I see you.
LittleMissLovable
