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Summary: Hermione Granger is a formidable witch with a remarkable mind. But just how much more formidable would she be if she already had the knowledge of all 7 years before even going to Hogwarts?

Authors note: So I might continue this but at the moment my muse isn't in it to win it lol

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Modus Vivendi

mo·dus vi·ven·di

ˈmōdəs vəˈvendē,-ˌdī/

noun

noun: modus vivendi; plural noun: modi vivendi

an arrangement or agreement allowing conflicting parties to coexist peacefully, either indefinitely or until a final settlement is reached.

a way of living.

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Growing up, was a strange experience for all involved. My parents were two years married and decided they were ready for their first child. They weren't quite as ready as they thought, though I don't think anyone is, no matter how much preparation is involved (especially considering the circumstances).

The pregnancy went by the books, to the T. With only a few weeks of morning sickness and mild cravings. The only complaint my mother ever had was that she was so tired all of the time. That could have been due to the magical core I was growing at the time…

My name is Hermione Jean Granger, but that wasn't always true.

You see, I can remember the life I had before this one. I can remember the smile my mother used to make, how my sisters were always calling for me and how my older brother had to take up the mantle of 'man of the house' when my father died. I can still remember the exact shade of my curtains and the pattern of the raggedy bath mat by the tub. And I can also remember every book I've ever read (a feat I couldn't even accomplish back then!). Including the Harry Potter series.

Especially the Harry Potter series.

My early childhood in this new life of mine was much of a blur, and I didn't really connect the strange happenings around me with magic until I was old enough to understand the implications of my name.

Hermione Jean Granger. Muggleborn. Witch. 1/3rd of the Golden Trio…

At first, I thought it was a coincidence that I was reborn as a girl named Hermione Granger! I mean, what are the odds of that? But as I grew closer and closer to my 11th birthday, I began to hope feverishly that it was all true. That Harry Potter did exist in this world. That I would be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But I just couldn't leave it to fate, I needed to know for sure.

I had just turned 7 when I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Seeing as it was the late 80's, and the internet was still in it's infancy, I had a choice to either try and get a hold of a phone book or call the operator and ask for the number. Getting a hold of the number through the operator would be easy enough, but what would I do with it? Call up the Dursley's and say, "Hullo, yes, my name is Hermione Jean Granger and I was calling to ask if you have a nephew named Harry Potter whom you keep under the stairs?" Not likely.

So after calling the operator and getting the number, I stashed it away in a thesaurus and plotted. And I waited, and waited until the perfect opportunity fell right into my lap.

"Hermione, dear, are you certain you don't want to trick or treat this year?" My mother called from the hallway. She was putting in some small diamond earrings to complete the outfit for her date with my father, they were just about to get going as soon as the sitter got there.

I smiled slightly as if uneasy with the question, "Yes mum, I think I'll sit this year out. I just.." I trailed off and shivered as if remembering something horrid. "For sure next year though!"

A few days earlier, I had finally came up with a way that I would be able to call the Dursley's without being interrupted, unfortunately it involved skipping Halloween that year, but it would be completely worth the trouble. As we walked around the shops to pick out Halloween costumes and candy to hand out when I saw a rather disturbing display. Quickly I screamed in fright and hid behind my father. When my parents saw what I had been startled by they tried to tell me that it was only a display and that it wouldn't hurt me. That was when a sales attendant dressed as a zombie jumped out from behind a costume rack and I went to town. Suffice to say we left with a Tinker Bell costume and candy at half price.

When we got home I calmly explained to my parents that I would be skipping trick or treating that year, and with as much confidence a 7 year old could muster that I thought it best they went out on a date instead. After some prodding and encouraging from my end they decided to go out on a date, since they hadn't properly been out for months. A sitter was called and the plans were made that night. However, I still demanded to be dressed as Tinker Bell and help the sitter pass out candy. My parents reluctantly agreed and that was that.

It was nearing 6 o'clock when the first trick or treater showed up. My parents had just left with kisses and promises to be home by 10, and I was dressed to kill. Well, not literally but I did look just like a fairy! My hair was done up in a top knot and I had glitter on my eyelids and cheeks, paired with my Tinker Bell costume I thought I looked like something out of a fairy tale. Passing out candy with the elderly woman that was my sitter, I was jumping all over the place pretending to be a fairy and biding my time. Finally around 7:30, my sitter claimed that the candy dish was empty (though I still saw quite a few pieces left), and went to watch the telly. Finally left to my own devices I skipped around the house as if playing with my small magic wand and nabbed the number from my bedroom.

Still using the ruse of playing I twirled and danced in the hall to see if the sitter would be getting up any time soon, and saw she had a drama playing. Knowing I only had a limited time before the show ended and the sitter fed me dinner, I went to the phone in the kitchen and dialed the number from the tiny slip of paper. I prayed feverishly to any god that would listen, even magic herself, that the Dursley's were still out trick or treating with Dudley. I hoped that Harry would pick up the phone. I hoped and prayed and finally after several rings, someone answered.

"Hello?" said a terribly small voice. I let out the breath I had no clue that I had been holding and tried to articulate a response. After a few moments I finally came out with an equally small, "Hi." and promptly hung up the phone.

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