A/N: JK never told us much about most of the semi/major characters pasts before Hogwarts, so I thought I would give you guys my opinion. So here starts my series of one-shots on the pasts of Hogwarts characters

Disclaimer: I own a brand-new copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie, but I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling gained that right.

Hermione POV

"Hermione! Are you cleaning your room?" I heard my mum yell from the base of the stairs. I quickly set down the book I was reading and started shoving clothes inside my dresser.

"Yes Mum! I'm working on it." It was almost as if I could hear her rolling her eyes as she walked up the stairs towards my room. I quickly shoved a jumper and a couple pairs of pants into my dresser before my mother walked into my room.

"Hermione Jane Granger are you actually cleaning your room, or are you reading again?" My mum asked me, folding her arms with a tauntingly smug grin on her face. I put on an appropriately abashed face on and mumbled, "reading…"

"Of course. Now come downstairs, someone is here to see you." She then turned and walked out of my room. I sat there for a couple seconds, who would want to see me? I don't have any friends, and Mum's friends were all over yesterday. So, who could it be?

Eventually, curiosity got the best of me and I ran down stairs. Sitting in our living room was my mother, my father, and a strange old lady. Now normally I am not the kind of girl to call people strange, as I have seen plenty of strange things in life, but this was ridiculous! She looked to be in her seventies with severe looking green eyes and black hair tied tightly up in a bun. She was talking softly to my parents who had a slightly worried look on their faces.

Soon, she noticed my presence in the room and looked up at me. When she saw me a happy and surprised look came upon her wrinkled face.

"Ah, Ms. Granger," She stood up and walked over to me, holding out her hand. I took it, shaking it gingerly. "Pleasure to meet you, my name is Professor McGonagall." I brightened up slightly at her title, as I had always had a respect for the profession.

"You're a teacher?" She smiled back at me.

"Yes, I teach at a school that is very much interested in having you attend." She spoke in a soft, reassuring voice. Why I needed to be reassured, I have no clue.

"Hermione, why don't you come sit down." My mum motioned towards the only open seat, my granddad's old recliner that she never let anyone sit in. So now I was really confused. What was going on that Mum was actually letting someone sit in Granddad's chair?

I quickly sat down, somewhat scared of what was to come. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and handed me an old envelope that looked like it had been dipped in vinegar: old and wrinkled.

I looked down at it, and written on the cover, in acid green ink was:

Miss Hermione Granger

The Room next to the Stairs

5th place Dewley Road

London, England

My name, my address, my room (A/N: btw I made up the street road. Sorry I don't know much about England). I turned it over, expecting the worst and found an old-fashioned wax stamp imprinted with a crest. The crest had a lion, a badger, a snake, and a raven on it, surrounding a large "H".

I slid my finger under the crest and pulled up, hands shaking slightly. Opening the envelope, I found a letter written to me in the same acid green ink. But what I was not expecting was the name written in the upper left-hand corner: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I looked up and saw my parents and Professor McGonagall watching me. Mum and Dad both had anxiety and curiosity etched all over their faces, while Professor had a calm, composed demeanor about her.

"Witchcraft and Wizardry." I said slowly. They all nodded at me. "Is this someone's idea of a joke?! Because if it is, it's not funny!"

"No Hermione, this is not a joke. There are actually witches, wizards, dragons, werewolves, vampires, and oh so much more." Professor was trying to be calming, but I was even more stressed than before.

"Prove it." I know, I'm being stubborn, but someone just can't come into my house tell me I'm a witch and that I have to go to some school for it.

McGonagall raised an eye in my direction but nonetheless pulled out a foot-long stick of wood from the folds of her cloak. She pointed it at my dad's glasses that were sitting on the coffee table. He had not worn them in almost a year, considering they had a large crack right down the middle of the left lens.

"Occulus Reparo." Suddenly, the lens repaired all by itself and it was intact once again.

I could feel my eyes as well as my mum and dad's bug out of their sockets.

"Whoa," was all I could muster from myself.

"Hermione, do you remember any instances when something suddenly appeared in front of you or anything out of the ordinary?" I quickly searched through my memories and came across a time when I had been sent to bed without dinner. When I had turned my back to look through my meager candy stash, I heard a small pop! And when I turned around, there was a small stack of chocolate-chip biscuits. I nodded my head and Professor McGonagall smiled knowingly.

I was still trying to process all of this so I pulled out the letter from the envelope.

Uniform
First year students will require
 sets of plain workrobes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Set Books
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade One) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

I reread the letter several times over, thinking to myself that none of this stuff could be real.

"Is it possible to get these things?" I whispered in awe.

McGonagall smiled at my wonder, "Of course, if you know where to go. And you decide to join us at Hogwarts."

I looked at my parents with a question in my eye. Mum answered almost immediately. "Hermione, this choice is up to you. We cannot decide if you go to learn magic. But please remember that no matter what you choose, we will support you."

I thought for all of two seconds and looked at Professor McGonagall.

"When do I start?"

Well here we go! If you have any suggestions, let me know and I will try to write as many as possible. At the moment I am writing Ron. Also, if I have any readers from the UK, let me know if I get any words wrong, I would like to make this as authentic as possible. THANKS Y'ALL!!!