Chapter 2

Hermione Granger was sitting on her bed, crying. Today she had gotten expelled from her school. She was so mad at the kid who kept making fun of her that she looked at him square in the eye and told him to leave her alone. Before she knew it, he was lying motionless at the bottom of the concrete staircase. Her heart was pounding when she looked at him at the top of the concrete staircase.

Now here she was sitting on her bed, crying. She didn't know how she did it. It was just so scary when it happened. Hermione looked down at her hands. She started to remember that she had her hands on his chest, but she wasn't really pushing him that hard. The voices of her parents made her feel scared and worried. They were talking about their daughter. About her.

She couldn't take it any longer. She wiped the tears away with the cuff of her sweater, got up, and walked out of her bed room.

Hermione was in the hallway and she could hear her parents' voices more clearly now. All she could do was stand there and listen to them.

"What are we going to do now?" said, Mr. Granger.

"I have no idea. We can't home school her. We are too busy with appointments." Mrs. Granger said.

Then the doorbell rang and Hermione ran back into her room, wishing it wasn't the police telling her parents that the boy had died and she was going to be under arrest.

Mr. Granger stood up and walked over to the door. He opened it and saw a really old looking man with a long snow white beard. Mr. Granger was a bit confused to see the man wearing purple robes.

"Yes?" Mr. Granger asked the man standing on the porch.

"Hello Mr. Granger. I am Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore pointed to himself and then to the lady next to him. "And this is my wife Minerva McGonagall." He said.

Mr. Granger looked at the McGonagall who was right next to Dumbledore. She was wearing emerald green robes and a black hat on her head. Then he realized who these people were. He remembered reading the letter that was on his daughter. He smiled and motioned for them to come in. Dumbledore and McGonagall walked in and Mr. Granger closed the door.

"Honey, these two are Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall." Mr. Granger said to his wife.

Mrs. Granger smiled and shook hands with Dumbledore first than McGonagall.

"Please sit down." She said, motioning to the couch.

"Thank you." Dumbledore said, walking over to the couch and sitting down. He patted the spot next to him for McGonagall to sit, but she shook her head no.

"I want to see Hermione, dear." McGonagall said.

"HERMIONE!" Mr. Granger called.

Hermione walked out into the living room a few minutes later with tear stained cheeks.

"Y-y-yes." She stuttered.

McGonagall blinked several times to hide the tears that threatened to fall. She could feel them burn her eyes.

Hermione looked at the two people who were in her house. She hadn't seen them before and she felt scared. Her mother walked over to her and led her to the couch.

After a while everyone was seated. Dumbledore and McGonagall were on the couch and Mr. and Mrs. Granger were sitting on the seats in front of the couch. Hermione was on her mother's lap.

McGonagall took Dumbledore's hand and squeezed it. Dumbledore could feel that McGonagall was trying her hardest not to say that Hermione was their daughter. Dumbledore just squeezed her hand back, letting her know that the time to tell Hermione will be soon.

"Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I have some VERY good news for you. Your daughter, Hermione Jean Granger, is a witch and she has been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Dumbledore said. He reached into a pocket in his robes and gave Mr. Granger Hermione's letter.

Hermione got off her mother's lap instantly and walked over to her father, she looked at the letter and sped read it. She then looked at Dumbledore with a confused look on her face.

"Are you sure, sir? I mean I can't be a witch. I haven't done anything magical. At all."

"Have you done anything you couldn't explain when you were angry or scared?" McGonagall said.

Hermione thought back to what had happened at school.

"See. You are a witch." Dumbledore said.

"How do you know?" Hermione asked.

"Well, my dear, I am a witch." McGonagall said.

"And I am a wizard." Dumbledore said.

Hermione folded her arms across her chest and gave them a Are-You-Serious look. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at Hermione and nodded once together. Hermione then relaxed and got all excited. She danced around some and everyone just laughed.

"I have something else for you." Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore reached into his sleeve and took out his wand. He gave it a wave and a book called Hogwarts, A History was sitting on the coffee table. Hermione walked over to the book and picked it up, she examined it like a scientist would a bug, before she opened the book.

"This book will give you everything you need to know about Hogwarts and its past." Dumbledore said, putting away his wand.

Hermione closed the book and held it to her chest. "Thank you sir. I will get started on reading it." She said, smiling.

"Hermione, honey, please go to your room. We need to talk to our guests for a bit." Mrs. Granger said, giving Hermione her Hogwarts letter.

Hermione smiled and took the letter, before running into her bed room. She closed the door behind her.

"I just have one thing to ask. When are you going to tell her the truth?" Mrs. Granger said.

McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and Dumbledore looked at her. "Soon." Dumbledore said, still looking at his wife.

"Sweetie, they don't want to tell her now, because it will be too hard on her. She may be a brilliant girl, but she is only 11." Mr. Granger said, reaching over and taking his wife's hand in his.

"We will let her get used to being a witch and then we will tell her." McGonagall said.

Mrs. Granger nodded. She just hope it was sooner than later.