My first Harry Potter fic! I usually write Maximum Ride, a few Hunger Games. I really wanted to write a HP story. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K's wonderful series, though I won this plot and any unrecognized characters.

I was born to Muggles, expected to be a bright girl, become a doctor or a lawyer. "Whatever will grant you a good adult life," my parents said.

That was my life's plan - my plan. Travel to Harvard in the United States, or University of Oxford in UK, at least a Master's degree (Bachelor's degree if I feel like more school). School and learning were my basic hobbies. I wouldn't play with my friends outside - the few people who would befriend the 'weird' girl. I would set under the big oak tree in my yard with my nose in a book.

I was named an outsider in my school pretty quick, because I actually liked it. When I was little I wouldn't steal my mother's makeup and beg to wear it to school like the other girls, or throw big temper fits when she said no. Toys bored me.

When I grew older, I wouldn't cause drama at school or spread rumors or gossip (so most of it was about me). Starting in third grade I, along with everyone else, started realizing I was different - in a scary, unusual, unnatural way. Natural body chemistry couldn't explain this one.

My love for novels about wizards and werewolves (which, by the way, I now realize are vicious and offending stereotypes) didn't tip them off - I'd always been interested in that. It was when I started attacking - without laying a finger on - the Drama Freak Gossip Girls (DFGGs).

-Flashback-

"Did you hear?" a blond-headed DFGG said, just feet away from me. "Hermoine Granger is crushing on Caleb Smithers!"

"Really?" a brunette DFGG laughed. "Caleb would never crush on her, no one would! She doesn't stand a chance!" She smiled as Caleb ran past with one of his friends. She twirled her hair and winked, even though his back was turned. She giggled. His head turned and he frowned at her and rolled his eyes.

We were on the playground. I sat on a bench reading about Bigfoot sightings - most of them were bored guys dressed in monkey suits.

They continued to laugh about how Caleb Smithers (Who, by the way, I never had a crush on. I didn't even know his last name.) would grow up to marry one of them and would never date a freak like me if I were the last girl on earth.

"She's a hermit!" the blond yelled. "Her and those stupid myth books!"

I was on my feet before I even realized what she said, my Bigfoot book in the dirt. The DFGGs stopped giggling, their faces turning to fear.

Instantly the blond shot through the air, landing in the top of a huge pine tree. Everyone's glances switched from me to the DFGG and back. The second DFGG's eyes were glued to her friend in the tree and screamed, "Hermoine you freak! How did you do that?"

It scared me to death. I just wished she wasn't wasn't standing in front of me, then she was in the pine.

-End of Flashback-

My teachers and principal were baffled. There were plenty of witnesses, but they didn't really have any explanation. No one did.

I went home and cried. Everyone was right - I was a freak. Even my own parents were scared to come close to me, which just hurt my feelings worse. I was even more detached from the rest of the world. I was scaring myself worse than anyone else.

That was the first time my witch's powers started showing. More followed. Everything slowly felt normal again - or, as normal as it could get for someone like me. All I knew was that strange things happen when I got mad or upset. Everyone tried to keep me happy so I wouldn't burn their house down or inflect a case of leprosy or something.

But that's beside the point. What I wanted to tell you started one year later - in the forth grade. You know, the start of the awkward body-changing, even more drama, hormone stage you don't think will ever end, the grade that everyone shutters when you ask if you can take them on a field trip to their business.

"Hermoine," Principal Warren said, sticking his head in the classroom door. "Come with me, please."

The class did that annoying 'Oooo!' thing when you're called to the office, and normally it's just to pick up a package. The teacher started yelling at them to stop, Principal Warren laughed. I slowly stood up and followed him out the door.

"You're not in trouble, Hermoine," he said. "You're mother wants to talk to you. She said it's urgent."

Mom thought the crashing of the Titanic was 'bad, but not a big deal'. Her version of urgent would be the end of human life as we know it.

"Principal Warren, urgent for her is what we'd call disastrous."

"Call me Mr. Phil, Hermoine. I like for students to call me by my first name."

"Alright Princ - Mr. Phil."

Sure enough, Mom was sitting in ... Mr. Phil's office, next to a man in a white labcoat, a crumpled copy of a PHD medical degree sticking out of his pocket, his face shielded by a black flat top hat tilted to the side so you could only see his sharp chin.

"Hello, Hermoine," the freak doctor said, not moving his hat. His voice was slow and thick, showing no emotion.

Mom stood up and hugged me. "Hermoine, I've found a way to fix you're supernatural problems!"

That what my Mom called the early stage of my witch's powers. Supernatural problems.

"I don't need them fixed," I said, my face hard. "Nothing has happened for two months. Maybe... maybe they're gone."

"They're not gone," the man in the hat said. "They're just under more control." He lifted his head and took off his hat. His shoulder-length black hair was greasy with way too many split ends, a long, sharp face and black eyes that split through you like a knife. "I'm Dr. Snape."

Mom grinned. "Dr. Snape thinks he might know why all of this is happening. You might be normal again!"

In other words, my mom was calling me a freak. "I wasn't normal to begin with, I'll never be normal. I'll never fit in with a crowd like you want me to and still get into Harvard or UO like you want. It's one or the other, and we both want it."

"I know where you can be normal," Dr. Snape said slowly.

"Yeah, the mental institution. I don't think anyone has ever gone through all this weird... almost magic disease."

Dr. Snape's beady eyes turned colder. "Yes, they have. Thousands have. I have."

I blinked.

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