Hello Everybody!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know the previuosly submitted document just happened to be the one for my other story. stupid me. here is the really one
Now this story was started before Deathly Hallows, so screw what happened in that book (not that it wasn't good i loved) but this is my spin.
The Only One Left
Hermione Jean Granger sat hunched over a book in her tiny bedroom, as usual.
Why she was reading that particular book, she didn't know.
Maybe it was because her grandmother had given it to her and she hadn horribly rejected to reading it for the past nine years?
Maybe is was that she was just bored?
Or maybe it was because her parents had just enrolled her in the University of Magical Studies in St. Andrews?
No, unfortunately the last two are no where near true, the first is sort of. Hermione was reading this book because she was NOT enrolled in the University she wanted, but because he parents had just informed her that she was to attend the University of the Arts for Witches and Wizards.
She had begged for hours to switch but it was no use.
"You use to love to sing and dance Hermione. I remember when you would put on shows for your father and I in the den all the time. You're going to love it at the University." her mother had said.
Hermione went to her father for support but all she got was the please-just-make-your-mother-happy look.
In defeat she locked herself in her room with her only company Crookshanks. Now, she sat in her window seat hovering over a book on theater and other arts. And no, she was not happy at all...
A/N: so what do you think please stay with this story i know i am bad at finishing things but please give me a chance) i also love reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!
ps. i know it is starting out slow, but gets better
