"Where can I go? Who can I trust?" thought the little red-headed girl. Then a dark figure of the boy she had once trusted rose up from the darkness,"Hello there, we've been expecting you!"

Hermione woke with a start. "Oh, it was just a nightmare!" she mumbled to herself, "Honestly I've got to stop thinking about him before I go to bed!" she scolded, "If I keep this up I'll never get over him!" She stood up, stretched, then looked at the rats-nest she called her hair.

"HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Coming, Mother!" The young girl quickly changed into her favorite red and gold t-shirt, brushed her teeth, then headed down the steps to where her cranky mother stood.

"How many times have I told you Hermione that you need to be down here at exactly 8am?"

"At least a dozen times, Mother-Dearest!" Hermione said with fake sweetness, she hated it when her mother scolded her for sleeping, it's not like she missed school or anything, it's summer!

"Exactly! It's 8:05 and your hair still looks like you were electricuted by lightning!"

"Mother, don't you need to be getting to work?" And not nagging me about my five minute tardiness to breakfast. Hermione added in her head.

"Well, now you've got me off schedule! I'll be home at 6:10 on the dot! Good-bye."

"Good-bye, Mother." Hermione said as she watched her mother walk out the door. Hmm, what should i do today? It is my birthday! Then, in the middle of her daydream about her and her old best friend climbing trees like when they were five, she heard a tap, tap on the kitchen window. She slowly made her way across the room to the window and with a creeeeaaak opened the little window to see nothing but a barn owl sitting there looking quite dignified.

"Was that you, knocking on the window, little fellow? she mumured to the little owl. Just then the owl swooped into the kitchen, and the sight of a little envolope tied to its leg made Hermione even more curious. So she waltzed over to the table were the owl perched and grabbed the envolope.

"It's addressed for me!" She tore open the letter as fast as she could. It read:

Dear Miss Jacobson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been excepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On the next sheet of parchment you shall find a list of supplies.

Deputy Headmistriss,

Minerva Mcgonagall

"Wow!!! I'm going to Hogwarts!!" Hermione said gleefully dialling her mothers cell phone number.

"Mrs. Jacobson speaking may I ask who's calling?" said Hermione's mother with a buisness-like tone.

"Mother i just recieved a letter informing me that I have been accepted to a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Hermione explained happily.

"No daughter of mine will go to a madhouse, and even if it's not a madhouse it must be some kind of trick!"

"Mother, that's not fair!"

"I'm your mother I don't need to be fair!"

"You cannot stop me from going, Mother!"

"What does that mean missy?"

"It means I'm moving out! I'll find someone to take care of me and to understand me!" Hemione said automaticly thinking of someone and shook her head, her eyes full of tears. No I won't do this to myself I'll just stay somewhere for a while! She thought suddenly angry that her life had to be so difficult.

"Like anyone would take you in?! Your father and I didn't even really want to adpot you, we felt bad for you so we adopted you!" Hemione's mother said with a sneer.

"Wh-what?" Hermione said while anguished, relived, and horrified tears streamed down her face like a flowing stream.

"That's right! You were adopted! If you leave it would be the greatest thing you've ever done for us!" Hermiones mother said in a triumphant whisper just before she laughed and hung up leaving Hermione standing in the middle of the kitchen, crying, and clutching the phone.