Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor am I J.K. Rowling (the owner). I am also not making any profit off of this story, other that the excitement that fills me when I see that another person has read it. Although I did not invent the characters, I did invent the situations and the personalities of the characters in my story. Please enjoy.

WARNING: THE FANFICTION IS RATED M FOR A REASON, THOUGH THE SCENES WILL BE CLEARLE MARKED, IF YOU ARE BELOW THE AGE OF CONCENT (WHEREVER YOU MAY LIVE) THEN PLEASE EXIT THE STORY NOW.

Summary: Hermione is an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life; until all of the sudden at the age of 11 her life is up rooted when she discovers that she is a witch, follow her on her journey on discovering her herself and finding love, with a man that is a most unlikely partner.

A/N: Just a not so short short note, Yes i am fully aware that in this chapter hermione is fairly focused on appearance, but in my opinion that is pretty typical for a pre teen. The fact that her parents are suppressing it would more than likely just make it worse. Also i do have up to Year five outlined, these are really just going to be short chapters to get the story moving. The real plot line will start when she is closer to the age of content (which is 16 in my story).Reviews and comments are always welcome, though any out right slander is not appreciated, if it occurs you can and will be blocked. Fan fiction is very personal to me and i am obviously not a professional writer, so every once in a while there will be mistakes. I do proof read my work extensively and obsessively, but i am not perfect. If you want to point them out that is fine, but please, we are all here to write and express ourselves, there is no need for hate. That being said any suggestions would be really welcome, and i will try my damnedest to incorporate them into the plot. This is an OCC Fan fiction, and pointing that out in the comments will be a mute point, if you are in the Fan Fiction community to begin with, that generally means that you want to have alternative routes to where the author took the story. As it is winter break now, i am going to try to update one or twice a week, though the exact dates will depend upon what is going on in my life. ( author takes a deep breath) That being said; please enjoy the story!

Chapter 1

First Year

The Letter:

I read the letter again. This was utterly unbelievable! How could anyone actually believe me to be a witch? I was incredibly plain, with my only shining attribute being my intellect; and at this point in my life people found it to be more of a nuisance, rather than magnificent. I reflected that perhaps that was the reason that no one at school has any particular interest in me.

I was a rather geeky girl, nothing notable about my appearance. I was an average size, I suppose, though a bit short. My hair was inevitably a tangled mass of dark brown curls, forever entrapped in pigtails on either side of my head. My eyes were dull and boring, compared to my fellow classmates, with their exotic green and blue eyes; oh how I envied them. Each one had their defining features; what I would not give for a beautiful head of blond hair, or even a dignified nose would do me well. But in life you are given what you are given, and though my parents certainly had the income to afford fancy cloths, and frequent trips to the salon and spa, they were wholly unconcerned about appearance. To them it ranked quite low on the list of priorities, and as they were funding my life at the moment, it ranked quite low on mine as well, as much as I would prefer it to be different.

The news that I could get a fresh start, to be someone that I had always wished to be, was on the whole, exceptionally appealing to me. I dreamed that night of me on a broomstick with hordes of friends; friends who for once did not come with a fee that included my lunch money, and other times my favorite pair of trainers. I am sure that one could imagine the excitement of a young girl when this opportunity was offered freely, and with out hidden agendas. And I'm also sure you can also imagine the utter devastation that had befallen my face when I was told the next morning that I was not going anywhere.

My parent's faces held identical looks of disdain and impertinence. Apparently they had decided that it was utterly unnecessary for them to pay for a school that would do me no good in the 'real world'. That was very obtuse of them, who was to say that this new, wonderful world that I had barley discovered yet was not just as real to me as theirs was to them?

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, I'm not allowed to go to this school, because you feel it is unnecessary?" I asked. Though I hoped to appear calm on the outside, I was anything but. My newly developed dreams were crashing down upon me so fast that even I was having trouble keeping up. My mother looked at me as if I was completely unattached to the decisions they had made.

"We simply do not have the extra funds, to supply you to go to a frivolous school, to teach you about fantasy". Her answer was, for lack of a better term bullshit.

I am wholly aware that swearing in any situation is unbecoming, however I had granted myself the excuse just this once to think it in my head. Even though I was eleven years old, I knew full well that that was crap; they owned their own business, and I had gone with my father to the bank on several occasions. I knew that if they wanted to send me to a school, any school, they were extremely well off and could do it with little hassle.

They must have assumed the conversation to be over for they both moved as if to leave, when a thought struck me.

"What about my money?"

It was quite amusing to watch both of them freeze at the mention of my inheritance. It had come from a seemingly nonexistent relative; we had searched for whom the money belonged to, believing it to be left to me by mistake, but we had never found anything. Whenever the subject arose it brought about immediate awkwardness that was unlikely to dissipate.

Both of their eyes narrowed in anger; I'm sure they took my question as disrespect on my part, though it was a more than reasonable question. The inheritance that had been given to me left me as quite possibly one of the richest people in the kingdom.