Summary: This is about a girl named Hermione Parish (who has been nicknamed Minnie). She lives with her single mother, Eleanor Isaacs in New York City. But her mother has a secret. Her secret is that there is another world out there. One of witches and wizards and magic. One of Harry Potter. The only reason she knows this is that her ex-husband is a wizard. One who is very high in in the American Ministry of Magic. She knows that there is a great possibility that her daughter (named after her father's grandmother- yes, the one and only Hermione Granger.) Two years from this chapter, she will be brought into the magic world and brought into the world of Wolfmount School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of Maine, USA.

DAY OF HER 12TH BIRTHDAY AND FIRST DAY OF MIDDLE SCHOOL (6TH GRADE)

My mom picked up from my first day of middle school.

"How was your day?"

"Good… But something really weird happened today." An odd look on her face flashed before she went back to normal.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we were playing dodge-ball and a ball was headed straight for my face. And right before it hit my face, it just fell at my feet! It didn't make sense!"

Her face hardened, just a tad. I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't lived with her my whole life.

"Sounds like they have a bad throw," She joked. I just laughed along but I could just about feel the tension rolling off her in waves. I didn't understand. Why was that such a big deal? Then I heard her mumble something. I couldn't quite catch it all, but I caught a few words.

"… Hoped… She… Squib…"

Squib? What's that? Did I hear her right? Probably not- I probably heard fib, bib, lid… What's squib? Maybe she said squid. I didn't make sense…

LATER THAT WEEK

I peeked in my mom's door to ask her a question I had about homework. I rarely feel the need to 'sneak' around the small, two bedroom apartment. But her bedroom door was rarely closed. She was sitting at her small desk with a piece of paper in from on her. She was scribbling madly.

"Ugh!" She crumpled up the paper and threw it against the wall. She was taking out another paper when she saw me behind the half-closed door. "Minnie? Sorry, I didn't see you there." The frustrated and angry face turned calm and happy, like she usually is.

"Sorry, I just had a question about math."

"Okay, bring it over."

LATER THAT NIGHT

As my mom made dinner, I went into her room. I'm not usually bad, or rule-breaking. But technically, I'm not doing either. It's not against the rules to go into her room. I found the paper, not on the floor like I last saw it, but in the garbage can. I crumpled it. It was a letter.

Dear F. William,

I apologize for contacting you after so many years on these terms. But I need your help.

First of all, Hermione, our daughter, has been showing the signs you had told me of. Will, I'm scared! I don't know how to raise a witch! (Excuse me! I thought. Did she just call me a witch?!) I need your help! When did you say that letter is to come? She turned twelve this week. Is it coming soon?

I also need you help with something else. Will, I need money. Hermione has school activities I want to say yes to, but I just can't I can barely pay the bills.

Answer back soon, please. I miss you, William.

Love, Eleanor

So F. William is my father...? Whoever that is… Most of the letter made sense. She misses her ex and needs money from him. BUT SHE CALLED ME A WITCH! How could she? I thought I was always good! I do what she says. I follow the rules and get good grades in school. I get along just fine with everyone. Why did she call me a witch? …

A/N: So this was kinda like an intro chapter to the story. Do you like it? Should I continue on with it? Tell me what you think! Thanks!

P.s. If you have read The Selection, I also have a fanfiction on that, too.

Thanks!