Hello all, I have just thought up a new story, for all you harry potter lovers, well actually Hermione lovers, i guess i should say. When i read Harry Potter, I am in a happy state of mind, and at that point, all is good in the world. but a thought keeps coming to mind, whenever i read the book, Why is it called harry potter the boy who lived , when it should be Hermione Granger the girl who lived, because if you really think about it, she was the real brains behind the operations, so hear is my story to you.... enjoy. oh and if you are a beta and would like to work with my story please contact me for i am having a hard time in getting one , otherwise people please bare with me for i already know my grammar is crap.
Hermione Granger and The Sorcerer's Stone.
Ch.1 the Girl Who Lived.
One dark and quite night, Mrs. Granger was sitting in a small room, rocking back and forth humming an old tune, which she had learned from her mother, to the bundle of joy that was sleeping in her arms. This day had been an event full day for all the Granger's, for it was the celebration of there one year old daughter, Hermione Granger.
While Mrs. Granger was gazing upon her daughter's peaceful face, she was thinking about how the family had absolutely loved Hermione, the whole day consisted of passing her back and forth from one family member to the other.
Mr. Granger was down stairs in the living room setting up the pull out bed for Mrs. Granger's parents, for all of Mr. Granger's family have been dead for quite some time, but the strange thing about the Granger family is that everyone in both families were all only children.
Mr. Granger was talking calmly to his wife's parents, when suddenly there was a load bang from across the room, the door was thrown across the room off its hinges, a black cloaked figure pointing, what Mr. Granger saw was a stick, and the stick was the last thing they all saw as a flash of green light, instantly killed all three of them with no struggle.
Mrs. Granger rushed down stirs to see what was going on, she suddenly seen a man over the bodies of the three people she held most dear to her, lying motionless on the ground.
Mrs. Granger automatically darted to Hermione's room to grab her, she picked Hermione up with one arm, and frantically slammed the door shut with her other hand. She ran to the closet to hide, tears started running down her face as she held Hermione tightly to her chest.
Mrs. Granger herd the door open to the room and she let out a gasp in fright, she could see the moving figure walking back and forth, from the light showing through the closet door ledge, then the figure came to an abrupt stop in front of the closet door and slowly turned the knob.
Mrs. Granger at that moment set her sleeping baby down to the side, as the closet door opened she lunged at the cloaked figure, and knocked him down," you will not harm my daughter," said Mrs. Granger desperately,
Mrs. Granger quickly went to grab Hermione, but the man was too fast and knocked her aside," you silly girl, and pointed the stick at Hermione, in the closet, but Mrs. Granger jumped in front of the light , just in time to meet her death.
The cloaked figure just stood there and laughed at the attempt "you a muggle, thought you could stop me, the greatest wizard of all time, you have sadly mistaken".
Then without a second thought took his wand and performed the spell on the baby, who had started crying.
Far away at the Ministry, alarms went off, causing a big uproar, soon the Minister himself along with Dumbledore and five Aurors were outside the house or at least what was left of the house.
Dumbledore went straight up the stairs, for he instantly heard the sound of a baby crying, and was curious for Voldemort had never taken refuge on children before. Soon Dumbledore was in the small ruined room, to see lying in the closet, was a screaming little baby next to the corps of her mother.
Dumbledore quickly grabbed the baby and noticed on her forehead underneath her thick head of hair was a lighting shaped scare.
It did not take the Ministry long to find out that there was no other living relatives for Hermione to stay with. While the ministry was trying to decide what to do with Hermione they had placed her in the care of Madame Pomphrey the Hogwarts school care taker. Dumbledore and Fudge were arguing about what they should do. "She will have to go to an orphanage far away, its the only way she will be protected from the wizarding world," said Dumbledore calmly and friendly, which always got on Fudge's nerves, for it was always hard for him to disagree with Dumbledore. Fudge went to his desk and sat down, after about a minute he said "I will leave her destination to you Albus".
Well i hope you liked this chapter , and please review I love them and if you have helpful hints on how to make it better please tell me, so I can fix it, please bare with me for i am not the best with grammar. and if you like them I will keep going until year 7, thanks . ....PS this will be a Harry/Hermione story, for i don't like them with any other people especially, Ron or Ginny. Oh this chapter might be short but it's the first chapter and trusts me they will get longer.