A/N There is a reason that this is called fan fiction, not fiction. I feel no need to remind you of that every chapter. This is the prologue, so it is much shorter. I would love to receive corrections and advice.
Despite what her parents thought, Hermione did actually enjoy being at Hogwarts. It wasn't as though she had no friends (her owl counted, didn't it?) and plus, the teachers liked her. She was good at the work, and this was her last year anyway. So what if everyone thought she was a bossy now-it-all! So what if she was ignored by almost everyone. She was a strong, smart, independent witch. Those comments didn't bother her!
Okay. That was a lie. They did bother her. And the amount of times she felt like a 'strong, smart, independent witch'? Well, she could count them on one hand.
She had kind of hoped that after all she had done to help Harry and Ron win the war, she might have gotten some credit. But it seemed that that was too much to ask for. It was all about the Golden Duo with no mention of the girl who actually did all the work. It wasn't like she had been expecting recognition. The boys had told her again and again that they weren't friends, that they just needed her brains. She had managed fool herself for years that they actually did care about her. But she couldn't keep up her delusions any longer.
At least she had a Head Girl Badge to comfort her.
And she did enjoy her classes. Most of the time.
Anyway, she was Hermione Jean Granger and she would be fine.