Sunlight poured through the windows. She rolls over covering her face from the rays. Late nights reading her scrolls have left her tired and unwilling to start the days tasks. It was to repetitive for her. Get up, get dressed, Abigail does her hair and then hours in court hiding her true self. For you see she isn't your average eighteen year old maiden. No far from it. Lady Hermione Granger is a witch.

When she was eleven she received her letter to Hogwarts. Along with a visit from the headmaster to explain it to her parents. Both loved their daughter greatly and took the news rather well. Witches were still burned now a days if caught though most were fake, the real ones usually got away or weren't caught in the first place. Thankfully though the Granger household had a history of sending their children to schools. So when young Miss Granger left it wasn't a surprise or shock.

Her time at Hogwarts was interesting to her. She learned all about the Wizarding world and those in it. She was even more shocked to find the number of households in court whose children also attended Hogwarts. One such family caught her attention quickly, the Potters. James Potter, the head of the household, was the Kings best friend. Nothing happened in his personal life that James didn't know about. Lily Potter was a quiet woman, keeping to herself though rather close to the Queen. Their son, Harry, was her age and quite the loner. Other children tended to want to be his friend simply because of his fathers status. He seemed to be quick to realize who these people were and eliminate them from his friendships. And that was how he met Hermione.

The school sorted the students based off of gender. Relationships between the two were not encouraged but friendships blossomed anyways. Hermione and Harry's especially. School went by to quickly for the pair and soon they had graduated and were sent back to their families to live their lives.

A knock came on her door and Abigail came in.

"My Lady, it is time to wake up."Abigail began moving around the room cleaning up the scrolls and hiding them in Hermione's locked trunk under her bed.

"I'm up." Hermione said sitting up in her bed.

"Good, and what would my Lady like to wear today?" she asked moving towards the wardrobe.

"Hmm I'm not quite sure." Hermione picked up her wand that she always slept with under her pillow and waved it at the wardrobe as all of her dresses came floating out. Abigail being a squib was used to the displays of magic but still hurried to the open window to shut the curtains.

"My Lady you must be more careful! What if someone had seen!"

"The red one I believe" Hermione said ignoring Abigail's distress.

And so the day began.

So this is a new idea i'm playing around with in my head. Updates wont be very frequent though I'll be working on it. I have a general idea of where I would like this to go but I'm also working on my other two stories.

I hope everyone had a Happy Holidays!

Risa