So I've been looking at my works (and I will be updating them over the next few days) and I feel a lot of my early writing needs to be revised, what does everyone think?

I actually deleted my last story with this cliché to bring my work up to scratch, so let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

Tap, Tap, Tap

Hermione moaned softly in her sleep.

Tap, Tap, Tap

Rubbing her eyes and sitting up annoyed, she looked out her window to see a small brown owl at her window. Careful not to wake the house, she let the bird in and gently untied the letter from its leg. With a low hoot the owl flew off as she opened her letter, which was from Hogwarts. She had been expecting this. Professor McGonagall had explained, while Hermione had been a volunteer, helping to rebuild Hogwarts, that she was inviting all of the last years 7th year students to retake the school year, due to everyones education being disrupted. There were also going to be a record number of first years, after a hard task of finding all muggleborn students who had not got their Hogwarts letter at age 11 as most wizarding children do.

What Hermione was not expecting was her Professor to offer her Head Girl position. Quietly ecstatic, Hermione grinned. Looking at her watch she saw it was 9:30am, and sure enough could hear people moving around downstairs. Walking down she sighed, ready for the drama of the day.

Ignoring the kitchens occupants, she got a bowl from the cupboard, and set about getting herself cereal and orange juice. "If you're ignorant enough to not say anything you can forget breakfast."

Hermione sighed quietly at Lance, and muttered a quick "Morning," to him. She used to love mornings in the Granger house. Though she had known all Her life she was adopted, her parents had been hers. Her mother and father would wake her with pancakes with blueberries, or weetabix with chopped strawberries (trying to ensure she wouldn't had sugar or syrup to her meal, they were dentists after all.) They would talk about random dreams they had, or books they had been reading or Hermione's magic. Her parents had always knew Hermione was different when she was younger, and when she learnt that she was a witch from her Professor when she turned 11, receiving her letter as her Professor explained things to her mum, she had encouraged their daughter to embrace that new part of her life.

However, her father had sadly passed away in a car accident when she was 5, and her mother a year later began dating Lance, and just after Hermione's 7th birthday her younger sister, Melissa had been born. By Hermione's second year Lance and her mother had finally tied the knot, and Lance properly moved into the Granger household. Once officially part of the family, they were allowed to tell Lance and his fourteen year old daughter Sabrina about Hermione. They acted perfectly well to the news and so when Hermione's mother passed away of cancer when Hermione turned 15, she was gobsmacked to find out her stepfather inwardly despised her, feeling that magic was unnatural. Sabrina and Lance had since openly hated Hermione, a shove here, a nasty comment there and finally Hermione realised that it was easier keeping to herself. Melissa felt conflicted. She didn't want to get in the middle, not really understanding the feud that had started, and merely agreed with her father and Sabrina, but making sure to have time with her magical half-sister.

Hermione was shaken from her thoughts when her sister began nudging her. "Hermione can we do something today?" Melissa asked smiling.

"I have a few things to do today, but I'm happy to bring you with me?" She replied kindly, not wanting to leave her out and the young girl nodded, "Go get ready then and we'll leave soon." At that Melissa ran upstairs.

"You better not do any of that stuff around her. I won't have you corrupt my daughter," Lance practically growled at Hermione.

"Magic isn't contagious, but if it were it isn't a bad thing," Hermione bit back.

"I won't have her be a FREAK like you!" Lance spat, storming over to her. He stopped right infront of Hermione and though she could smell the beer off of him she refused to back down.

"At least then she wouldn't be an ignorant, pigheaded bigot like you! You're..." She was cut off as Lance smacked her head off the table, leaving Hermione slightly dizzy.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that! You should be grateful I even let you in my house!" Lance screamed, shoving Hermione into the doorframe behind her, and raising his fist.

A scream stopped him, as he saw his youngest daughter rush towards Hermione. Scoffing he ignored the two, grabbing another bottle of beer and went out to the garden, slamming the backdoor so hard the window pane smashed. Melissa was inconsolable, so instead of trying to reassure her, Hermione took her upstairs as she silently levitated her belongings into her trunk, and grabbed her trusty bag. Pausing she then packed a small backpack for her sister, and took hold of the young girls hand, apparating them both away.

A/N ~ So this took a turn I didn't expect for a few reasons but I decided to go with it. Let me know what you think!