A/N: I know, I know. Why am I starting a new story when I already have one I need to work on. This was a just a plot bunny in my head that I had to do.
Now, what is this exactly? Well, I'm glad you asked. I will be taking different scenes from any of the books and putting them into little mini stories. Each one will be from a point of view other than Harry, and are mostly moments missing from the books.
Now first: How did Hermione get her letter?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or anything recognizable.
I'm used to the name-calling by now. Nerd, bookworm, geek, and, of course, my favorite, freak.
I couldn't help it. It isn't my fault books are so fascinating. They can bring you into worlds that are so amazing and well, magical that it can make you forget all of your worries. Did anyone else understand that? Nope.
As for freak, I honestly can not think of an excuse. Things just happen to me that shouldn't happen. When I was little, I accidentally made my mom's hair turn pink because I couldn't get a book I wanted. Another time, Missy Gardner was picking on me because of my overlarge teeth, and next thing I knew, she was covered in worms. It scared me sometimes. Why was this happening to me? Am I doing this without realizing it? Do I have some weird ability that no one else has? What if the other kids at school are right?
What if I am a freak?
"Hermione! Tea time, darling!" My mother's voice called from the kitchen.
"Be down in a minute, mum!" I shouted back. I placed my bookmark inside my copy of War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. A brilliant read, by the way. I hopped off the bed and jumped down the stairs.
My parents were watching the telly, and chatting about the day's events. It was my birthday in a couple days, and I was ever so excited. My father promised to take me into London to go shopping. It was just two days away, but I couldn't wait!
"Hermione, your cup is on the counter," my father said, grabbing a biscuit from the plate.
I took my tea and sat down beside my mother. "How was school, darling?" she asked, taking a sip from her cup.
"It was fascinating! We learned so much," I replied enthusiastically. It was true, although I found it quite a shame that I seemed to be the only one listening to the lesson. When would people realize how important knowledge is?
"Any accidents?" my father turned to me. I cringed.
"Yes," I shrunk back a little.
"What happened?" Mother reached and grabbed my free hand with hers.
I sighed. I knew this would come up. "The teacher said that I couldn't read ahead, and that she would take points off if I did. She is always doing that, so I just got a bit mad. Her chair got stuck to her next time she sat down."
I heard my mother suppress a giggle. Yes, she never like Ms. Hauker. She said she was rude and had a horrible sense of taste. Personally, I agreed. It was so hard to learn with her flouncing around in neon pink scarves, headbands, and dresses, distracting me.
"As funny as that may be, you need to learn to control it, sweetie." Father said, sending a pointed look at my mother, who removed the small smile from her face.
"I know, dad," I tried. "But, I can't. No matter what, I always seem to lose control and cause some sort of chaos."
He softened. "I know. Maybe, we'll find someone who can help."
A knock sounded at the door. Placing his tea down onto the table, my father stood and went to open it.
"Now, who could that be?" my mother muttered.
We waited, and my father came back into the sitting room, with a woman in tow. She seemed a little bit old, her gray hair in a bun and wearing a long emerald green dress with long sleeves. She seemed strict, but kind at the same time, so I couldn't help but to trust her.
"Hermione, Jane, this is Minerva McGonagall," Father introduced. The woman, Ms. McGonagall, held out her hand for my mother to shake. When she did, she turned and gaze a small smile to me. I smiled back.
"Ms. McGonagall, please, sit," Mother said kindly.
"Now, you said you are here to speak to us about our Hermione?" Father started. Ms. McGonagall nodded.
"Yes, I am. Currently, I am Deputy Headmistress of a very special school. A school for gifted children, such as you, Miss Granger," she explained.
"Gifted?" I said incredulously. She nodded.
"Yes, gifted," Ms. McGonagall offered me another smile.
"Excuse me," my mother cut in, "but what is this school?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is a fine institution for young witches and wizards like yourself who need to take control of their abilities." My head started to swim. Witch? Wizard? What on Earth was she talking about?
"Witch?" My mother gasped.
"Yes, now I am aware that the term has rather a bad reputation." My parents nodded. "However, in our world, and at Hogwarts, it does not hold such."
"But," I spoke up, my voice wavering, "I can't be a witch, magic is not real! It is just in stories like Snow White and the Seven Dwarves and Cinderella. Made up to be something small children can believe in." I couldn't believe it.
"I can assure you, Miss Granger. Magic is quite real." Ms. McGonagall took out what looked like a stick from seemingly nowhere. "For example," she said, before waving at at the end table.
Before my very eyes, it seemed to change. The legs shrunk and the body widened. Its color slowly shifted to a pink. A head sprouted from it, and pretty soon, a real live pig stood before me. I turned to my parents, who looked just as shocked as I felt.
"That was just a little bit of magic. Some that young Miss Granger could learn to do," Ms. McGonagall said, turning the pig back into a table and putting the stick away. "I teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts, which is the skill of changing something into something else."
I was speechless. What just happened? Was there really an animal in our sitting room a couple of minutes ago? Magic sure did seem real now. Immediately, questions sprung into my head, along with doubt. "Ms. McGonagall?" I asked timidly.
Ms. McGonagall smiled again, "You may call me Professor. I daresay I am far to old for the title of Ms."
"Alright. Professor, How can you be sure that I am, well, a witch? With magic?" I had to get rid of my doubt.
Professor McGonagall shifted in her seat. "Ever since you were born, Miss Granger, Hogwarts has had your name on a list. This list has the names of all the magical children. But, if you are still having doubts, may me ask you a question?"
I nodded, and she continued. "Have you ever made something strange happen? When you were feeling strong emotions like fear or frustration?" I nodded. "Do those strange things usually inflict some sort of discomfort or strife on the people who cause these emotions?" I nodded again. "That is what is called accidental magic, Miss Granger. Every young witch or wizard experiences it before they go to school."
"So," my father interrupted, "All these weird incidents that have happened, are they really just this accidental magic you speak of?"
Professor McGonagall nodded. Suddenly, relief was sent in shock waves through my body. So, I wasn't a freak after all! There were other kids like me, who cause these strange things too! It all made so much sense now.
"Here, how about you read this?" Professor McGonagall said, handing me a yellowish envelope. There was a wax seal containing a lion, snake, badger, and eagle around an 'H'. There were words written in green ink.
Ms H. Granger
The Bedroom by the Balcony
11 Jurren Road
London
Wow, they even knew where my bedroom was! I opened it and read.
Dr Ms. Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your answer no later than 19 September.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagll
Deputy Headmistress
I looked up at Professor McGonagall. Was this all real?
"So, what is your answer?" she asked.
My mother and father whispered to each other. They looked towards me. I was so excited. Being accepted into a special school for kids just like me! Maybe I'll be able to find really nice friends there. No one at my school wanted to be my friend, because of how much freaky stuff would happen. Plus, they thought I read too much. How can you read too much? This seemed to be an amazing opportunity!
I nodded, and they turned to Professor McGonagall, smiles on their faces.
"Yes."
A/N: So that was chapter one!
Hope you all liked it! Does anyone know Hermione's actual address? I just made it up. Sorry if any characters were OOC.
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Next up: Ronald Weasley and That Bit of Dirt on His Nose that Won't Go Away
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-Hogwarts914
