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Blurb: Hermione is a normal Muggle who starts to get strange dreams about people and places she doesn't know. Fascinated by her connection with this world of magic and Hogwarts Hermione sets out to find out more about it. Only too late does she realise she's got caught up in a magic plot and soon she is searching for the reason that her Hogwarts letter went missing they day she turned 11.

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Hermione shuffled in her bed, she was in that fuzzy, half waking-half sleeping state, her mind still partly focused on her dream where, for some reason, she'd been talking to Emma and Kelly about her cat- she didn't even have a cat. Dreams can be like that. She sighed and turned over in her covers, irritably untangling her duvet, oh Harry, where are you? He hadn't been in her dreams at all yet that night. The dreams were getting so fascinating, if only they were real, but they were her beautiful fantasy that she could visit every night and talk to her new friend Harry Potter.

In her head Harry Potter was a Wizard and he went to a magical wizarding school, named Hogwarts, and learnt lots of spells, he never did anything he just sat and talked to her about his life and all around them was dark fuzz. It was as if that's as far as Hermione's imagination would go, like she couldn't make the places she'd invented physically real so she imagined it was because Harry couldn't take her there. He'd had a sad child hood where an evil wizard had killed his parents and he'd grown up with his horrible aunt and uncle, Cinderella style, but he didn't talk about it much.

Hermione sighed and tried again to sleep, Get a grip girl, you're Hermione Jean Granger and you're a normal person. No magic, no spells, no Hogwarts- and you're acting like a child. This isn't real.

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Hermione stood on a rutted driveway that led towards an old house. She looked back and saw a gangly red haired boy walking up the path with two shopping bags in his hands.

"Hey!" She called out to him and began to run forwards, the boy frowned,

"Er hi. How did you get here?" Hermione frowned, she didn't know.

"Well I- it doesn't matter. Do you live here?" She asked. She felt inquisitive about the old place; it looked homely.

"Yes." He looked around furtively, "You shouldn't be here. I have to go." The boy moved past her but Hermione followed anyway.

"Why shouldn't I?" Then she muttered under her breath "I can't be here by accident." She blushed, unsure whether the boy had heard her.

"Are you a Muggle?" He asked her,

"I don't think so. Muggle?" Hermione giggled as she repeated the word, "What's that, a nasty disease?" The boy cursed under his breath and looked around oddly, (he was expecting an armed guard of ministry officials to swoop on him at any minute for nearly break the statue of secrecy).

"No it's just…never mind. I have to go, Mum's expecting this shopping." He shrugged almost apologetically and then turned away again. Something stirred in Hermione's memory from one of her conversations with Harry.

"Ron?" She called tentatively. The boy spun round,

"How do you know my name? Who are you?" He asked quickly, a threat present in his voice.

"No one, it doesn't matter. I just- you're Harry's friend aren't you?" He faltered and frowned,

"Well…yea! Harry Potter?"

"Yes, that's him!" She cried,

"Oh…" Ron seemed awkward. "I didn't know Harry was friends with any Mug- I mean, I didn't know he was friends with you. Did you know him before he started…our school?"

"No. We just met this summer. It's sort of hard to explain actually." She cleared her throat and Ron shrugged.

"Well it was nice meeting you…erm?"

"Hermione. My name's Hermione Granger." Ron half smiled at her and Hermione beamed back, "Can I come in please?" She asked bluntly, always so much braver here than in her usual life. Ron laughed,

"Sorry but I don't even know you and-"

"I know you're a wizard."

"Oh!" He looked taken a back and then narrowed his eyes, "If you're going to say that keep it down and keep it to yourself." He whispered, "I don't know how you know this much about me. Look, I would let you in but- I'd be in huge trouble. I just can't. Sorry." He turned away again with a certain finality and Hermione decided to let it drop and look around this town. But no sooner did she step away than it began to fade…

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Hermione was bitterly disappointed when she open her eyes and realised she was lying down, not stood up in a road outside Ron's house. She got dressed and fixed her hair in a daydream, ready to go out shopping with Kelly. Another day as a- what did he call it?- Muggle. And I'm so sick of it, why can't I be like them?