Dumbledore silently crept through the night. Even though he was an old man, he still managed to creep quietly, like a cat. Perhaps he was channeling McGonagall. He tapped his wand to the lock and heard it click open. He pushed the door and stepped into the house. It was…clean. Very clean, considering both parent worked full time. Perhaps Miss Granger has been dabbling in a bit of at-home magic, he thought. He shrugged and quickly analyzed the house. If I was a teenager, where would I put my bedroom? He caught sight of the stairs. Dumbledore quickly walked up them, admiring the pictures on the wall. They were of Miss Granger and her family, Miss Granger gradually growing older and older in the nonmoving pictures. But no matter. There was a job to accomplish tonight.
Finally, Dumbledore reached the landing. He looked to the left. An open door from which was an incredibly loud snore. Probably not her room. He turned to the right. A closed door that seemed to emit just the smallest amount of magical signature. He slowly approached it. Pressing the door, he found it unlocked. It creaked open.
Miss Granger was sleeping in her bed, her wand clutched in her hand. Smart girl, he thought.
"I'm terribly sorry about this, my dear."
"About what, professor?" she asked. No part of her, not even her lips, moved as she spoke. As he watched, however, the image disappeared to reveal a very alert Hermione with a book in one hand and holding a wand…which was pointed at him. "What color was Professor Quirrel's turban, and who was beneath it?"
"Purple and Voldemort." He said. Hermione smiled and lowered her wand.
"Sorry professor. I just wanted to check."
"Quite alright. I would have done the same. But, Miss Granger, I'm very sorry about this." And with a wandless, wordless spell, Miss Granger fell back to bed, asleep. Dumbledore magicked a stretcher into existence. He placed Miss Granger on the stretcher and, grabbing of her the stretcher, Disapparated.
Hermione awoke in a dark room. She reached for her wand and found nothing. Just as she was about to panic, the lights flicked on,
"SURPRISE!" Everyone was there. The Order of the Phoenix, the entire Weasley family.
"Happy 17th Birthday, 'Mione!" shouted Ron. She laughed and ran it him, enveloping him and Harry in a giant hug. Everyone laughed happily, and Hermione decided it was the best kidnapping ever.