Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, anything or anyone you recognize belongs to JK Rowling.


I've never tried being normal because lets face it; I've never been normal. My parents have always said that I'm special but I think that that's there way of saying, "Hermione, you may not be normal but we still love you because we are you're parents and we are genetically programmed to love you." That makes me feel so much better. The reason I'm not normal is not because I eat paste or talk to my imaginary friends out loud and believe in leprechauns. The reason I never fit in is because… well, I just never really fit in.

I have no friends in school, unless you count Dorothy. I try to avoid her most of the time because she has the nasty habit of picking her nose and eating the er… nasty things afterwards. That girl, unlike me is the real definition of weird.

It was summer and I was having a pleasant Dorothy-free time. I spent most of the nights reading preparing myself for boarding school. I had been accepted into some fancy boarding school in London who will definitely have no Dorothy in it. It is said that out of every school in the country, they get the best GCSE test results and have the highest academic performance. I can't wait to go and see it all for myself. I'm so excited.

Today I woke up like every other day this summer. I went downstairs for breakfast and my Mum and Dad were already there, reading the paper and sipping coffee out of the old coffee mugs I gave them for their 9th anniversary. "Hello Hermione. Sleep well?" My Mum asks without lifting her eyes of the paper "Yes Mum. Do you have any real food I could have for breakfast?" That's the thing, My parents never, ever have breakfast. They usually just grab a cup of coffee, read the paper and go. They're dentists and because of them I know that dentists will never hurt me. Besides, they always do all my dental work. "There's some cereal in the left cupboard above the sink," I make my way to the cupboard and find the box of cereal. The expiration date: May 10th 1989. That was over a year ago! "You know what," I say, " I think I'll just have toast. Again." I've had toast for breakfast practically every single day in my entire long 10-year old life. It starts to get boring after a while. "Alright, just remember not to burn it. Remember the fire alarm incident 2 weeks ago. I don't want that to happen again."

I put the toast in the toaster and watch it carefully so that I don't burn it again. "Hey honey," my Dad speaks up for the first time, "can you do me a favour and get the post?" "Okay." Well, it's better than watching some stupid toast not burn.

The postbox is outside and it is warm out. According the weatherman, the one with the huge mustache, it is the warmest summer in Kent in over 30 years. I rush to get the post and run back before I start sweating. Seriously, this global warming thing is real and people should be doing something about it. Do they think this whole thing is made up? When I'm older I'm definitely going to do something about it, you'll see.

I'm back inside and I notice the letters for the first time. An electric bill, a post card from my Uncle Jack and a strange, and an unusual, think, brown envelope addressed to… me.