Hey everyone! This is a fan fiction about Hermione's family, because supposedly every Muggle born wizard must have someone magical in their family. This is actually mentioned in a Harry Potter book (The tales of Beedle the bard on page 41), and a person's name who I think maybe related to Hermione. His name is Hector Dagworth-Granger (page 57). ALL RIGHTS GO TO J.K ROWLING except for my characters. Please like, subscribe, and comment!

Dumbledore's POV:

I was looking over the people who ur owls were going to send letters to. We have yet another Weasley, a Malfoy, who I am quite suspicious of, the famous Harry Potter, and a new family, Granger. I think about this name for a second, but then suddenly realize it. Hector Dagworth-Granger, the founder of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers. Yes, but i see that her family is of muggles. I feel bad for the child. I know that someone, maybe this Malfoy child, will give her a hard time. But I can't linger too much, so I keep moving through the names, thinking about the houses and about the excitement that will come in the fall.

Hermione's POV

I am checking the mail one day when I suddenly see an owl. I look at it as it drops a letter, fairly weighted, into my palm. I look to see where it came from, but the suddenly, the owl flies away. I crane my neck, to see where it is going, but it's white feathers blend in the sky and I can't see it any longer. I go into my house, and I look at the pictures of me with my mom and dad. They call my name. "Hermione dear?"
"Yes?"
"Could you bring the mail here?"
"Sure, I'm coming!"
I hand them the mail, and they start looking through it. I forgot that I put the strange letter down on the table and leave to go get it. "Wait, one last thing!" I say, handing them the letter. I see that my mother looks confused and my father stares at it blankly. He seems to know what it is, but not quite. then he looks up and suddenly remembers. He finally directs his attention to me. "let's call your uncle."

Hermione's Uncle's POV

I get a call, which is pretty unusual for everyday. I pick it up, and say, "who is it?'
"Hey Hugo, this is John."
"Hey John, what's up?''
"It's Hermione."
"What happened."
"She got this letter, and looked a little bit like the one you got."
I should have known. "And Hermione is how old again?"
"Eleven." Yup, I definitely knew what was up.
"Could you possibly send her over for a visit, and make sure that she brings the letter over?"
"Okay, what about this Saturday?"
I smile, "Okay then, it's a deal."

Hermione's POV

I hear my dad talking on the phone with my Uncle Hugo. I love that name. When I grow up, I might name my child that, I don't know. Dad finally puts down the hone, talks to my mother a little, and then turns to me. "Your uncle will be picking up on Saturday, and you guys can talk."
"Dad, about what?"
"I honestly don't know honey, but also you haven't seen him for a while, so you two can catch up?"
I put on a brave face. i don't know what my uncle is going to talk to me about, but this might not be good. I have hiope that it will go well now. I might as well prepare questions. I don't have any friends, I'm pretty shy and I've always seemed "different." Maybe uncle Hugo can help me with that. He has always seemed like me, but not dad. I wonder what he has to tell me.

(Skip forward to the meeting) Hermione's POV

My father and I go into a cafe, where I will be meeting my Uncle Hugo. He sees us, "Hi!"
"Hugo! How are you," returns my dad.
"Fine thanks. Hermione, would you like you like to talk?"
"Sure, okay," I respond, but I know that there is no other answer. We sit down at a table. He looks a little too excited.
"So-," he starts, "I understand that you got your letter," putting extra emphasis on your.
"I guess, now, what does it mean?"

Hugo's POV

I knew that she would ask this question. Eventually, at least. I don't know how exactly I should tell her. "Well," I start, "you understand that your father and I, are, not that in touch." All I get is a head nod."Okay, so there's something I have to say, but you can't say it to your friends, no one. You may not even believe me. But, on the other hand, I don't have any reason to lie to you. So here it goes, I am a wizard. And because you got that letter, that just proves that you are on. Now, you get to go to a special school called Hogwarts, where there are many others, just like you. They may be mean o you, but that does not matter. You are strong. Okay?"
She looks confused, and I know that she is trying to soak it all in. I didn't need to, as her father was a squib, I was the child that got to go to Hogwarts.
"Are-Are you going to help me?" She looks scared.
"Of course! Now, do you have any questions?"
"Yes, Uncle Hugo, how are you magical, but dad is not. Also, how do I do this?"
"Well Hermione, your father is what people call a squib. You see, your grandparents are both magical. That is why you don't see them too often. Your father did not go to the school, but I did. I am absolutely sure you will like it. To answer your second question, you are already a brilliant young witch, and not like the scary ones that you may see. Listen, once you get your supply list, we will get you stuff. Okay?"
She looks better, "okay," she says with a smile, and suddenly, I feel better. I don't know why.

Skip forward to the day when Hermione gets the list, Hermione's POV

Today, as I go to check the mail again, I see another owl, who, like the last one, drops a letter onto the bundle. I know what it is. Uncle told me to call me. My parents also seem excited. The first thing I do is call Uncle Hugo.

Hi everyone! Did you like it! Please tell me, and if so, I can continue. I have some ideas, but if you can give me some, that would be awesome. Thank you so much everyone!