Harry Potter and the Philosophers stone.

Hermione Jean Granger was sat in the middle of her back garden on the grass, giggling to herself. It wasn't a big garden, and there was a small but deep pond in one corner. There was a large green frog bounding around the pond and on the rocks in the middle, and Hermione had never seen anything like it before. She was one year and 11 months old, quick learning though still unsteady on her feet. She could read all the children's books in the house and a few of the simple novels. She was, you could say, a child genius. Her parents watched her from the kitchen, whilst her father washed the dishes and her mother sipped a cup of tea. In the living room, the news was on.
-thirteen dead. Viewers are warned that this man is extremely dangerous and not to be approached. He is armed and violent. If you see him please contact the police immediately and I repeat do not approach or try to apprehend him yourself!-
Mrs Granger frowned and went to see what was going on. A picture of a man was shown. He looked about 30, and had long brown hair. He was quite rugged and handsome and had the beginnings of a beard. There was a pained expression on his face, as though he had lost something he valued above all else. The photo showed him sat on a park bench, holding a stick with both hands, his arms on his knees. It seemed someone had seen him as they passed in a car and recognised him from the older photos that had been showing all week. As Mrs Granger looked on the man, she was vaguely aware of a new feeling of pity she hadn't felt before. He looked so miserable, like his life was been stolen. He didn't look like a murderer.
-Sirius Black is a cunning criminal and very good at deception. If you come into contact with this man ensure that you notify the police immediately and do not approach or communicate with him.-
"John come and see this!" she called, "that Sirus man is on the telly again…"
"Martha its Sirius, has he killed anyone else?" her husband asked coming through from the kitchen to see.
"No. I would have thought they'd catch him by now…

In the garden Hermione was fascinated by the frog. She pulled herself up onto her wobbly legs and started forward with her arms outstretched. The frog splashed down into the water and then back up onto a flat stone at the side. Hermione shrieked with laughter and sped up. As she reached the edge of the pond, her left leg wobbled dangerously, followed by her right; then simultaneously they gave way. Hermione overbalanced and fell face first into the cold water. She didn't scream as she fell but gasped in a sort of exasperated way.

John turned his back on the TV and walked back to the kitchen to finish the washing up. He reached the sink and glanced into the garden, then reached for a glass. The glass shattered into seven pieces when it hit the floor. John threw the towel he was holding to the side and threw himself out of the door, hurling across the garden he yelled his daughters name. He couldn't see her anywhere, damn her freaking investigative mind! He thought as he scanned the bushes as fast as he could. Then he noticed small bubbles rising in the pond. His heard skipped a beat…but he had barely hurtled half way to the rescue when a sharp crack echoed across the garden. He thrust his arms into the muddy pool, but there was nothing there, except for one shoe. He pulled it out and stared at it for a moment, then his wife screamed.
"John! JOHN!" she screeched from the living room. He stood up and looked around the garden again, he couldn't see his daughter, and had been sure she was in the pond moments before…but she can't have been if she wasn't now. He was an intelligent man and knew that small girls couldn't teleport. He quickly entered the house and found his wife in the living room, pressed up against the wall in an effort to get away from the small girl in the middle of the room. She was smiling happily and dripping wet as though she had just come out of the pond in the garden. Hermione waved at her dad when she saw him, a happy lopsided smile on her face that showed her two front teeth.
"John she just appeared, there was a bang and she was there! John how did she do that…John! John how did she do that!"
"Martha, she…I don't…"

The doorbell rang about two minutes later. Martha was wrapping Hermione in a towel and John was still working out the logic. He had come to the conclusion that both he and his wife had blacked out at the same time, something to do with a polar eclipse, and in that time Hermione had crawled out of the pond into the house…
He got up and answered the door. Ten men stood outside with funny sticks in their hands. One man was holing a police badge. "E'scuse me sir but we have reason to believe you are 'arbouring a wan'ed criminal. Sirius Black is 'ere isn't 'e sir. I strongly suggest you le' us in." John stepped to the side without a word. It had been a strange day so far, this seemed reasonable. Of course we're harbouring Sirius Black. He said to himself. That's the only way this day could end…
One of the men raised his stick and whispered something…then shook his head at the others who all started to spread out and search everywhere they could. One of the men then stood right in front of John and smiled kindly. "Now sir, I need you to answer a few questions…" he said
"Marty, the muggle's not going to know about any apparition in his house is he?" said another. John just let the words wash over him.
"What's your name sir?" the first asked.
"Doctor John Granger." He replied, making no attempt to focus on the man, or make eye contact like he normally would have done when expressing his title. Then he had an idea. "Actually, can you help me with something, you see my daughter just did something very odd…we are not really sure what happened?" Understanding seemed to dawn on Marty. He smiled even more kindly.
"You've had a rough day haven't you Doctor Granger. Ok Mrs Kendall here can explain everything to you…just after," he raised his stick to point it at John. "Obliviate." He said.

It was like someone wrapped a blanket around John's head. All of his worries and problems lifted. He didn't forget the strange men, or his daughter's ability to teleport, but he understood why it was necessary and normal. Then Marty said something to all of the other men who cleared out of the house, muttering things to John as they went but it was all very distant. Then someone shut the door for him and took a firm grip on his arm to lead him through to the other room. Martha was wearing a similar blank but happy look on her face. John was sat down next to his wife and Hermione was handed to him. Then a woman, presumably Mrs Kendall, sat down opposite them.
"Your daughter is very special Mr and Mrs Granger. She belongs to another world, very different from the rest of the world. You won't really remember this conversation or what she did this morning, but you will be aware that she is different. When she is eleven she will receive a letter inviting her to a wizarding school. You will be surprised but happy for her to go. Hermione will do some strange things between then and now, but they shouldn't faze you too much. We'll keep a closer eye on you than we would a wizarding family and if you require assistance, we'll be there."
"So who are you then?" Martha asked blearily.
"Jane Kendall from the Ministry."
"Are you taking Hermione away from us?" John asked in a slightly strangled voice, tightening his grip on his daughter.
"No sir. Hermione will stay with you apart from the time she spends at school. If that's all I really have to go, there's a wand wielding murderer on the loose." She smiled sweetly then stood up and turned on the spot. With a crack she vanished and Mr and Mrs Granger gradually forgot the conversation so that within about five minutes their day was completely back to normal.

10 years later.

Hermione sat at the breakfast table eating her cereal – bran flakes; good for the teeth – when her mother walked in with the post.
"Hermione dear there's a letter for you! Strange looking crest on the back I wonder what that means, John dear have you seen that before? Funny, it looks like a school, did you apply anywhere else Hermione? I thought we agreed you were going to Welton?"
Hermione took the letter and stared at the crest for a moment, before opening it to see what was inside. There were two pieces of slightly yellow parchment with green ink writing on it. Handwritten.

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 a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equiptment.
Term begins on 1 September. Due to your Muggle Parentage a Ministry of Magic representative or equivalent will arrive at your place of residence shortly to answer any questions you may have. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Hermione finished reading then handed the letter to her father who looked up from his newspaper to take it from her. His frown became more and more prominent as he read the letter and when he was finished he handed it to his wife with one word… "hoax."

Hermione stared at the letter indignantly. It was cruel of those bullies to actually find out where she lived and make her feel special only to have her hopes and dreams shattered when she found out that this Hogwarts was not real. Yet something inside her did feel like she had been waiting for this…
Just at that moment there was a knock at the door. John put down his paper and got up with a sigh to answer it. Hermione listened keenly to hear who could be calling this early on a Sunday morning. She also couldn't help shake the feeling the letter was not a hoax, and that the person at the door would be this ministry official…

There was hushed talking in the hallway, then the front door closed with a click. John then re-entered the kitchen looking entirely bemused and with a hand to his head like he had just remembered something long forgotten, leading a very clean looking lady behind him. She was dressed very peculiarly with a tartan suit and her hair dragged into a bun. She looked very stern, but not unkind. Hermione could tell instantly however that this woman was not to be crossed.
"Good morning Mrs Granger," the woman addressed Hermione's mother who was eying the new arrival with concerned interest. "You must be Hermione." She added taking a seat beside Hermione. There was a slight Celtic touch to her accent. "My name is Minerva McGonagall and I am the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am here to answer any questions you may have concerning your enrolment at the school. Ah! I see you received our letter." She was smiling down at Hermione who stared from the woman to her mother and father who were also staring at Minerva.
"er…miss McGonagall? I-"
"Professor McGonagall you may call me. Go ahead."
"I don't understand." Hermione said quietly. It was not often that she didn't understand something that had been explained to her.
"Naturally, nothing to be ashamed of. Hermione, you are a very special girl. I trust you can do things, or have done things that seem unnatural? Things other girls your age haven't?" McGonagall replied.
"Uh yeah…" Hermione considered. Last year she had somehow inflated the model sun of her primary school's solar system so that it was to scale with the earth. The year before that she had wiped clean every white board in the school just by thinking about it. She knew it was her who had done these impossible things; she could feel some kind of power when she did, but she couldn't possibly understand how. Just last week she had had a dream about her room being a mess, and when she woke up, all of her clothes were neatly folded in her wardrobe, and the books all over the room, on her bedside table, under the bed, beneath her pillow, had stacked themselves on the bookshelf in alphabetical order. All of these things were impossible, yet she had accomplished them, one of them in her sleep…and somehow what Professor McGonagall was saying was starting to make sense.
"Professor, are you saying I am a wizard?" Hermione asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"No Miss Granger, I am saying you are a witch, and perfectly eligible to join Hogwarts School. Now this is not compulsory, however with your abilities, we ask you train yourself should you chose to not attend the school. Term begins on 1st of September, you should get the train from platform 93/4 and your school books can be purchased from Diagon Alley. If you find the pub The Leaky Cauldron in London and ask for Tom, he'll show you. Any more questions?" She asked politely.
"No Professor. This is real then?" Hermione asked in disbelief. "You really mean this, it's not some stupid prank?"
"No miss Granger."
"Then I'll come! Of course I will!"
It was then that Hermione's mother interjected. "No! We don't know anything about these people or this school…I mean…you could be kidnapping her! I want to see some credentials!"
"Of course." McGonagall answered, then she pulled a long thin wand out of the middle of her bun. Hermione stared wide eyed…there was no way there was enough space in that bun of a wand like that…then the professor pointed the stick at the sideboard where a dozen dirty plates and cups were resting. "Scourify." She said. The dirt on the plate began to move as though someone were blowing high pressured air at them…and before long the plates were completely clean. "There, now I'm going to have to ask you to sign this, it's nothing big it just means you won't be able to tell people about the wizarding world. We work very hard to keep it secret from muggles - sorry, non-magical people – and though we are happy to accept your daughter, we need to be sure you won't tell your friends where she is…this will just hold your tongue for you." Then she produced a letter from a pocket in her suit.
"Actually miss, can my wife and I please talk to you alone? Hermione can you please leave the room…" John said looking at Hermione.
"Dad! This is my future! I want to go! I…"
"Hermione we know your position…don't worry." Martha said smiling at her daughter. Hermione pouted but left the room. She stood right outside the door however, to listen to exactly what they were saying about her. Her dad was asking the questions about health and safety whilst her mother kept mumbling about food and sleeping quarters "But there will be a place for her to stay comfortably? You wizards do eat? Can she come home on weekends?"

Hermione listened for a good ten minutes before her parents finally agreed to send her and signed the contract not to tell any muggles where she was going or what she was doing. Minerva McGonagall emerged from the kitchen with a very faint look of exasperation on her face and nearly walked into Hermione.
"It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Granger, I look forward to seeing you in September. I told your parents how it is to get to the school, and I presume you couldn't help but overhear. Good day." She said as she passed, before letting herself out the front door. Hermione stood up and resumed her original seat. Her parents were both sitting down at the other end of the table looking shocked about the whole thing.
"You do want me to go don't you?" Hermione asked uncertainly. They both blinked and focused on her.
"Yes dear! We want what's best for you! And if you have a talent then we want you to be able to show the world!" her mother replied. "Now, I'm going to make some sugar-free pancakes to celebrate and we'll go to this Diagon alley after breakfast. Hermione smiled to herself as she looked back at the letter…she was special…