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Hermione Granger was not your average 10 year old girl. She didn't like to play with barbies, didn't like the colour pink no matter how much her mother would insist on her wearing it, and she definitely didn't like playing dress up and make believe with all the other little girls her age. On the other hand, she also didn't like to play or watch sports, play with toy cars, or play with water guns. Hermione loved reality and the world. She loved technology. She didn't feel the need to make up alternate universes, because to her there was nothing to escape. Hermione's parents were both engineers and had raised her to follow in their footsteps in some way, which she was extremely excited for.

Hermione's father was a chemical engineer and would come home smelling atrocious every day, but it would always be a different smell from a different chemical. Once in a while he would take Hermione into work to show her exactly what he did, and to give her something to visualize when he came home telling stories of work every night. He would explain each chemical to her and show what would happen when some reacted with others. Mr. Granger would even let her do an experiment of her own, and she would walk around the entire lab boasting about what she had just managed to do, not noticing the giggles of her father's coworkers, laughing at how cute she was being so happy over such a small thing. She would always read his old textbooks from university, finding them just as interesting as any fiction or fantasy novel.

Mrs. Granger, Hermione's mother, worked in the field of computer engineering. She designed and created technology on a daily basis, along with creating apps and software for the hardware that she contributed to. At a young age she taught her daughter how to use simple coding languages, and for her 6th birthday bought her a laptop. While most kids would have used it to play games, Hermione used it to create them. Even by the age of 10 Hermione was already fluent in JavaScript, Java, Python, and C+. She mastered each syntax as if it was the English language herself, and liked to think that every piece of code she wrote was one step closer to becoming more and more like her mother. Mrs. Granger was obsessed with anything Marvel (and secretly DC though not the the same extent), as well as any fantasy novel that could inspire her for a video game or just bring her enjoyment. She had managed to pass the love along to Hermione who was quickly caught up with all the Marvel movies, The Princess Bride, Star Wars, and every other iconic movie she needed to know.

Hermione's parents knew what path their daughter was headed on, and that is the lonesome, nerdy, and friendless path. As this was the path they had both taken throughout their own childhoods. They could not stand the thought of their bubbly and brilliant daughter being unhappy over something as avoidable as annoying children, so they found her a robotics club to join when outside of school. This team became close extremely quickly, and from that point on it was a struggle just to separate them. They had each other's backs in school and found ways to be liked by a large sum of the elementary school student body. The team consisted of Anna Bienstock, a girl with an eye for design and excelled at making their creations completely over the top, Jenna Muller, a petite girl with thin, quick fingers to put equipment together faster than should be possible and a brain moving at a speed to match, Ryan Boxer, the muscle of the team to lift the heavy parts and give a firm nudge when they got off course, and Josh Baker, the guy who seemed to know just about everything somehow. Hermione was pretty much the human computer of the team, being the most familiar with the coding and programming. Together they were made The Supper Squad, mostly because Anna tried to write 'super' and spelled it wrong, turning the name into an inside joke as well as their official team name for all the competitions they dominated.

Hermione was living on the top of the world and everything seemed like it could only get better. It was the middle of the summer and Hermione was walking home from a robotics meeting. The squad had decided to approach the school about creating a robotics team for the school, and while their proposal was rejected because 10 year olds were too young to start a club, they were granted access to the classrooms and labs in the high school near by to work on their projects for their team. At the meeting the squad just had on that warm July night, they had finalized what resources they would be borrowing from the school and had picked a classroom that would be perfect for them to work in instead of the basement of whoever would host their meeting. She approached the door to her house, anxious to inform her parents on what had just been said at the meeting, and as soon as she locked the door behind her and kicked off her shoes, Hermione sprinted into the kitchen.

Her parents were usually home by the time she came back from her meetings, waiting for her so they could start eating dinner. Tonight's dinner would be particularly special because they were celebrating Hermione's 11th birthday. They didn't do anything big like throw a party or go out, but Hermione's mother always make a delicious dessert that could make even the toughest critic squeal with joy at its taste. Running into the kitchen Hermione was not greeted with a warm chanting of 'Happy Birthday', not was she even greeted with a 'Hello'. In fact, she was greeted with silence as she stood, alone, in the kitchen. Wondering where her parents were, Hermione wanted around her house in search. Eventually she found them sitting on the couch in the living room and opened her mouth to greet them when she noticed some they were talking to that she had never met before.

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