A/N: All of the one-shots in this collection pertain to 'The Ultimate Hermione Competition II'. If you love all things Hermione, please read on. The prompts will be at the start of each chapter.

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Title: The Ultimate Hermione Competition II

Author: hpjkrowling4ever

Prompt: Hermione wakes up in her eleven-year-old body on the day she received her Hogwarts letter.

The Letter from the Sky

A beam of light struck the small eleven-year-old girl lying down in the bed, making her curl up tighter under her sheets in a futile effort to avoid the light. Hermione Granger groaned and rolled over in her bed, only to fall right off it. Almost immediately, her eyes flew open and her hand flew out to grab her wand, only for her to realise that there was no wand. Her mind caught up with her body and Hermione slowly sat up on the floor, feeling a bit dizzy.

The first thing she realised was that she was not in her bed. Well, that was perfectly obvious considering that she was on the floor, but it was not her normal room, nor was it her normal bed. Hermione knew this because her normal bed contained Ronald Weasley, her long-term boyfriend. Slowly, Hermione stood up.

The second thing that Hermione realised was that she was young. A lot younger, in fact. Gingerly, she touched her face and grimaced when she felt her long front teeth. Touching her rather untamable hair, Hermione had to chuckle at her luck. How in Merlin's name had she ended up in this situation? She looked around her childhood room, a wry smile gracing her face. Somehow, she had ended up eight years in the past, with all her adult memories intact - except for that elusive reason why she was back in the past. Hermione wracked her brains fiercely - why, why, why - after all that horror and disaster that had been wrought by the Second Wizarding War, why was she here? Hermione sat down on top of her bed, tapping her fingers in an absent tune on her knees as she tried to organise her thoughts. There had obviously been some very powerful magic involved, and a reason behind the magic. Hermione wasn't sure what the date was, but if the reason for her being in the past was to alter the future, then the only thing she could do was try and remember how she had acted when she was a pre-teen.

Hermione lay back down on her bed and had to giggle to herself about the situation she was now in. Bookshelf after bookshelf adorned the walls, filled with all of her childhood favourites: Pride and Prejudice, Treasure Island, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd being some of them. She laughed, rather overcome with the sensation of being in her old bedroom, in her old body.

"Hermione?"

Hermione whipped around to face the door, a wide smile splitting her face when she heard her father's voice. She had yet to go to Australia to find her parents, too scared to find them and hear them voice the fact that they had no idea who she was. But this – this – this was more than she had ever imagined could ever happen to her in her entire life.

"Dad?" she asked and her father, Dr. Daniel Granger, stuck his head around the door.

"Well, my little birthday girl, it looks like you're awake already!" Daniel rushed over to his daughter and picked her up, rather overwhelming nineteen-year-old Hermione inside eleven-year-old Hermione's body. Her birthday? That must mean her Hogwarts letter. Deciding to go with this rollercoaster of powerful emotions, Hermione started laughing gleefully.

"Let me down, Dad!" she cried out when he father started tickling her.

"And what do I get in return?" her dad asked playfully, smiling. Hermione, hanging from her father's arms, pretended to think deeply.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked, rather hesitant, afraid that seeing her parents again was all a dream.

"Of course you can, sweetheart." Daniel put Hermione to the floor gently, knelt beside her, and she hugged him tightly around the neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He did not seem to think that there was anything amiss with Hermione's behaviour, and she remembered with a flash that she had always been quite a shy child, afraid of disappointing her parents in any way, shape or form.

"I love you, Dad."

"Love you too, bookworm." He whispered, stroking her hair. They stayed like that for long moments before Hermione's door opened once again and her mother stuck her head in, followed by the rest of her body. There was a disapproving look on her face.

"Dan, Hermione, what is this? I asked you to come up and wake your daughter, not to distract her." The grin on Dr. Clara Granger's face belied her harsh words. Hermione giggled and broke away from her father.

"'Morning, Mum." She said cheerfully, pushing past her mother and running down the stairs. She paused at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, taking in everything once more. The kitchen table, the picture frames, everything. Hermione took a deep breath, and the feeling that overcame her was almost better than anything magical. She walked to the breakfast table and was about to sit down at what looked like her absolute favourite food in the world (crêpes with melted chocolate to go on top) when there was a light tapping at the window. Hermione whirled around and her parents, who had just got to the bottom of the stairs, rushed to the window.

"It's an owl!" her mother cried out, looking astonished. Dan looked around in confusion and picked up a broomstick. He opened the window a tiny bit and stuck the broomstick out of the door. The owl fluttered out of the way, letting out a mournful hoot. Hermione put her hand to her mouth, feeling rather sorry for the poor little bugger.

"Dad, it's got something attached to its leg!" she cried out, deciding that it was time to take action.

"So it has. Clara, open the window wider." Dan changed tactics completely and the Granger parents threw open the windows. The owl landed on the windowsill and looked at them rather balefully, as if resenting them for making its journey so undignified. Dan then rather reluctantly sidled up to the bird and stuck out his hand. The owl open and closed its beak with a snap, making Dan jump back. Clara sighed, and a remorseful look appeared on her husband's face.

"Can I try, Dad?" Hermione asked hesitantly. She saw her parents give each other a glance, but neither of them were any good at refusing Hermione on her birthday, and after a moment, Clara nodded. Hermione jumped up and walked confidently towards the owl, who held out its leg for her.

"Hey! I resent this treatment!" Dan exclaimed. Hermione heard her mother chuckle, and she let out a giggle, resigning herself to the fact that her voice was rather higher than what she was used to it being. She carefully untied the scroll from the owl's leg and slowly unrolled it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at 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 owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hermione did not look at the second page, and instead let the scroll fall to the ground, her face draining of blood. She had expected this, but it brought back so many memories.

Running full tilt into Harry's arms, laughter ringing out around them.

Throwing an arm around Harry and Ron's shoulders, a wide smile on her face, chuckling at the joke they'd played on Malfoy.

Feeling triumph and joy and pride when she looked into Umbridge's face and knew that she could blast the witch to pieces.

Kissing Ron underneath the mistletoe, and listening to Harry and Ginny laughing from the sofa behind them.

"Hermione, are you okay?" she felt her mother's arm wrap around her and she nodded numbly.

"It said I was a witch…" she said, her voice trailing off as she shook herself from the cloying memories. It was no use thinking of them now; they weren't any help to her in this situation. Her father bent down and picked up the scroll. His eyes scanned the elegant writing and he wordlessly passed it on to his wife, whose eyes widened fractionally as she read the letter. Hermione's mind was racing ahead, trying to work out how in the world she had time travelled eight years.

"Somehow, I don't think that this is a joke." Clara said. "It looks deathly serious."

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Clara? Have you even heard of such a place?" Dan asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. Hermione felt blood come back to her face and she stopped feeling so lightheaded.

"What happens if it's the truth, Mum?" Hermione asked, looking at her mother. She then looked at her father. "Dad? Am I a freak?" she asked nervously, remembering her fears from eight years ago.

"No! Never, darling, never." Dan dropped the scroll again and wrapped his daughter in his arms, squeezing her tightly. "We love you, darling, so, so much."

Clara nodded and kissed her daughter's cheek softly. Hermione smiled faintly and was rewarded with a smile in return.

"What do we say to this letter, though?" Dan asked. "I mean, I'm not accepting anything until I actually know what the majority of this actually means."

Hermione felt her mind jumping ahead, twisting and turning down impossible routes. The adrenaline rushed through her, and she smiled brightly, loving this feeling. The last time she'd had it had been with Ron and Harry, being chased by Ginny and Neville and Luna in a game in the woods near the Burrow, but now, Merlin –

"Well, we're going up to Waterstones later today to buy some books, right?" Hermione asked, pouting at her father. He caved immediately.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Well, it says we need to buy some uniform and stuff…so I assume that's in London." Hermione frowned, trying to remember the letter. Dan picked it up off the floor and read through the second page.

"It doesn't say where…" he trailed off, looking intently at the page. The owl hooted and Hermione glanced at it at the same time as her mother did.

"Why don't we send a letter by this…owl…to whoever sent us this letter?" Clara asked. Dan beamed at his wife and kissed her chastely on the lips.

"This is going to be an adventure, Hermione!" he cried out, twirling his daughter in his arms.

Upstairs, in Hermione's bedroom, piece of paper which had previously been lying on top of her pillow, fluttered to the floor. The writing, elegant and sophisticated, read: "Do the dead justice."

A/N: I hope that this is good enough!