-Happy Smiles Home for Young Children-
Name: Hermione Jean Granger
Age: 12
Date of Birth: September 19th, 1979
Siblings: None
Parents: Unknown
Chapter 1 Hermione's POV
I know what you are thinking; Hermione, what kind of name is that?! Well, apparently my mother was a fan of Shakespeare's 'The winter tale' and that's how I got my name. Pathetic right? So anyways, 12 (almost 13) years ago I was left on the doorstep with a blanket, The Winter's Tale book I was talking about and a letter saying when my full name and that they could not take care of me and with no parent in sight. They say my parents died because they searched on an endless loop because they found every person on the planet with the last name Granger and none of them are my parents. So for the past 12 years I have lived in Happy Smiles (Much to my dislike). But let me tell you, this isn't a "Happy" home at all, it is more like a prison than a home that takes you in to care for you. The main worker that works here, Joe, hates me with all his life! I know people say that hate is a very strong word but if there is someone hurting your feelings and yourself, I think hate is the word you are looking for. And life must hate me also because they say that workers can't ever lay a single finger on the girls but they must have lied to us because, like I said, he hits and says mean things to me. This home is the best home in the state of Washington so they don't check on us; assuming everything is peachy keen. So I get beaten on a daily basis.
So, I lie in my bed Number 22 and read the book my mother had given me for the millionth time in a row. I think it's getting a bit worn out at this point. I always wonder what would happen if I had a family like other kids in society has today. I bet it feels nice to have your mom to come to you if you are having a problem and your dad to tuck you in and annoy you about boys. But, I came to except that my mother and father had better things to do than to raise me and be there for me.
I snap out of my thoughts as the door opens and a little girl walks in with some bags and a worn unicorn plushy underneath her armpit. She must be new, she looks tiny. Poor kid. Everyone takes a glimpse and gets back to their own things. I walk over to her and tap her on the shoulder very lightly and said warmly, "Hello, I'm Hermione, what's your name?" She looked at me and shyly grinned. "My name is Josie! I'm 5, how old are you?" the girl said still grinning ear to ear. I looked quickly for spare beds near to mine and I remembered my old neighbor, Katie, got adopted last night so bed number 23 was open. "I'm 12 and would you like to sleep in the bed next to me?" Josie nodded eagerly and plopped on the small bed. "Did you get your name plate?" I asked her. "Yeah but I don't think I know how to put it on." She responded shyly. "Let me help." I took the plate out of her hands, gently of course, and put it on the front of her bed. She set her bags on her bed and I sat on my bed and faced her like she was facing me.
"Hey Hermione, I like your name and all but I was wondering if I could give you a nick name. Like Mione!" She said so eagerly I couldn't hold back a laugh. "Sure I don't mind." I said as she jumped up and down with excitement. Then I heard a voice that let my grin slip into a very depressed smile. "HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER!" A cold, baritone voice that belonged to Joe. Joy.
All Characters that are in this fanfiction that you would recognize goes to either J.K Rowling or Stephanie Myers and Josie belongs to JustThatGirlThatNoOneKnows (Which I have adopted this story from. Love you JustThatGirlThatNoOneKnows! I'm not posting chapter 2 until I get 3 reviews! Love You All! Byee!