Hermione Granger looked at the letter in her hand with glee. She had always known she was special. That she was better than her pathetic family. And this piece of parchment proved just that. The Professor that came to tell her that she was a witch. A McGona something or other had told her and her parents everything. Luckily she hadn't realized that the terrified looks on her parents faces was because they truly feared what Hermione could do now with that type of power.

Hermione wasn't a normal child. Even for a witch she was different. She had a mean streak about her. She was cruel and violent towards those she deemed lower than she was. Which was anybody she had ever met before. Before the professor that is. While she now knew that they were on the same level the professor seemed kind. She seemed to truly care about the young muggleborn witch. And Hermione hated people that cared. She hated those people that did what was right. They were annoying and pathetic to her.

Now that the day had come for her to collect her school things she couldn't wait to enter this new world. This new and powerful world. She couldn't wait to learn how to use magic. She couldn't wait to prove just how truly special she was.

She smirked as she went to wait in the living room. Her parents were silent as they tried to hide their fear of their only daughter. They hoped they could be free of their violent daughter. They loved her but she terrified them. They hoped that school could keep her away from them. But they also hoped they were prepared for their daughter. Few ever are.

(I know it's short but let me know what you think. Let me know if you want me to continue it. Thanks! I do not own Harry Potter no matter how many memory charms I use. It belongs to JK Rowling.)