Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters, but a few of them are my own.

Chapter 1

The world around Ava flashed once, twice, three times as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Realizing that the day was passing her by, she sat upright in bed.

"Mother!" She bellowed, such a big voice coming from the tiny little creature. She hopped out of bed and flung her new Hogwarts robe around her shoulders and stalked down to the kitchen. Once downstairs, where her parents were drinking coffee and looking over The Daily Prophet, she cleared her throat to gain their attention.

"Excuse me, have any owls come for me today?" She asked with her hands on her hips. Her tone of voice and serious expression made her seem like she was the Minister of Magic expecting a very important owl, rather than an eleven-year-old waiting for her letter from Hogwarts.

"No Ava, the owl has not come yet. However, there is nothing to worry about. It will come soon," her mother said reassuringly.

"Well, I expect to be notified as soon as it arrives and not a moment later. In the meantime I will be upstairs reading Hogwarts, A History," the little girl said haughtily, lifting her chin even further and marching back towards her room upstairs.

"Excuse me young lady but I am not your secretary," Ava's mother said sharply at her daughter's retreating back. Ava paused, and turned around with a sweet smile.

"Daddy? You'll let me know won't you?" She said in a sugary voice.

"Of course pumpkin," her father said without even glancing up from the article about the Chudley Cannon's latest match. Ava shot her mother a glance that obviously said I told you so and hurried back up to her room, robes flowing behind her.

"Ron!" Hermione scolded sharply. His head snapped up at the tone of her voice. He was obviously bewildered as to what had just happened. "You cannot let her keep manipulating you like this! She has got to learn that she cannot walk all over the adults in her life. In less than a month she'll be starting at Hogwarts. What will her professors think if we send her there acting like this? They'll hardly believe she's a Weasley from the way she's acting."

"She's got red hair," Ron said hopefully.

"That's not what I meant Ron," Hermione said, obviously frustrated. She stood up and looked at her husband expectantly.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," and he followed her up the stairs to their only daughter's room. Both Ron and Hermione felt a sense of pride well up in them as they came across her threshold. There she was wrapped in her Hogwarts robes, a scarlet and gold scarf wrapped round her neck (despite the summer heat), thoroughly involved in Hogwarts, A History. Ron shot Hermione a look that said look at our little darling, how can we possible interrupt her now. Hermione stared back icily, refusing to back down. She perched on her daughter's bed, who as of yet had been too engrossed in her book to notice her parents' presence.

"Ava, we need to talk to you about something dear," Hermione started, looking up to Ron for help. With a sigh he walked into the room and sat on the other side of her bed.

"We're worried pumpkin-er Ava," he corrected himself at a glance from Hermione obviously saying he should not be too easy on her. "You'll be going to Hogwarts soon," his daughter nodded enthusiastically. He knew how excited she was to go to school. "And your mother and I are just worried… that you erm, that the other children won't like you." Hermione glared at him, obviously horrified. She'd not meant for him to be that blunt, though this was Ron she was dealing with, what had she expected? Ava looked at her father nervously.

"Ava, that's not what your father meant to say," Hermione started gently. Mothering had never come easy to her; she didn't have Mrs. Weasley's gentle and docile nature. However, Ava did mean the world to Hermione, and she wanted to make sure she was accepted at Hogwarts. "When you get to Hogwarts you're going to be thrown in with hundreds of other students. You've never had to share a room or a bathroom with other children. Merlin knows you've never had to compete for attention around here, but everything will be different at school. You may not be the smartest, or the bravest, or the teacher's favorite. You must realize that Ava." Ava looked at her mother incredulously.

"Mother, you can't be serious. After they realize who I am, everyone will be clamoring for my attention. I am a Weasley. My mother is Hermione Granger, the best Head Girl Hogwarts ever saw. And my uncle is Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived and the man who defeated Voldemort. Those other students just won't know what hit them." With that she stood up, hopped off her bed, and with a shake of her bushy mane of red hair walked haughtily from the room.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at Ron as if to say: Look what you have created.

A/N: Hi everyone, I hope you enjoy the story so far. Please review and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks!