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It was a hot day in late June and the last day of Hermione Granger's school year. Anxious to get out of her sweaty school clothes, she raced up the path to her house. She was eleven now, and it was a somewhat recent privilege to be able to walk home from the nearby school by herself.
Although happy to have the summer at her disposal for independent study, she couldn't help but think about her teacher Ms. Jacobs from years ago. She said Hermione may be more suited to a different school. They hadn't switched, but perhaps the teacher had been right. Socially speaking, things weren't easy for Hermione before or since.
Her parents came home and asked some questions about her last day. It was a routine Hermione was well used to. Still, she answered them in a disinterested tone, just to keep them happy. Halfway through one of her father's questions, her mother pulled a very large lollipop out of her bag. Hermione immediately forgot what her father was talking about to look at the candy. The spiraled rainbow pattern was fun in and of itself, but it was very rare for her parents to surprise her with sweets.
"Its your end of the year present dear. For all your good grades." her mother explained. "Don't eat it now though, it will be dinner soon."
Later, while the family was cleaning up their dishes from supper, there was a knock at the door. Hermione's parents were doing the dishes together, so she went to answer it herself. At the door was a woman not much younger than her mother wearing in a strange sort of dress, and she exclaimed "You must be Hermione Granger!"
Hermione took a step backward. Looking down at the floor, she said, "Yes, how do you know my name?" There weren't many good explanations for why somebody may be here looking for her, unless of course this woman was a friend of her parent's and they'd happened to share the fact that they had a daughter at some point. She exhaled slowly. Yes, that must be it.
"Mum! Dad! There's somebody here at the door!" she called back into the house.
When all were gathered at the door, the woman pulled out an envelope from a briefcase that Hermione was now noticing for the first time. On the envelope was the name Hermione Granger. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Granger, my name is Lisa Dupree. I am here to offer your daughter a spot at a very special school. Do you have a moment?"
Her parents exchanged a look, but her father ended up saying "Yes, please, come inside. I believe we've just put the kettle on."
"I am here to offer Hermione a spot at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"That cannot be true. Unless you have a serious offer for my daughter, get out of my house." her father demanded, standing up out of his chair. For her part, her mother crossed her arms over her stomach and looked quite uncomfortable.
However, the woman representing Hogwarts would not be shaken. She explained that she was from the Ministry of Magic, and pulled out a long red coloured stick. Pointing it at the remote control on the table, the woman said "Wingardium Leviosa", and up it flew.
Mr. Granger was turning a shade of dark pink that Hermione was certain couldn't mean good things for his blood pressure. "Look, lady, I don't know how you did that, but I know for a fact that magic is not real."
"If that demonstration was not enough for you, and indeed it is not enough for most families, is there perhaps an item in your house that needs mending? There will be no further harm done to the object, and I am fairly sure I can fix it, given it is not mechanically complex."
Ms Dupree was speaking loudly enough for Hermione to hear her throughout her sentence, but halfway through, she had run to her bedroom. She had barely stopped talking when Hermione thrust a small porcelain doll into her hands. It was missing an arm, and had been that way for years.
"Reparo!" Ms Dupree said, training her wand at the doll. The parts fused back together instantly, and it was as if it was new from the store.
"How did you do that?" her mother asked, speaking for the first time since they'd sat down in the living room.
"Magic." was the short but friendly reply.
The rest of the night was a blur as a few more demonstrations were made and many questions were asked, but ultimately it was decided that Hermione would enroll for now, with the option to pull out before summertime began. She couldn't tell if her parents were relieved or more worried when they discovered that there was a secret wizard shopping area where she would need to buy her supplies.
Before bed, Hermione tried as best she could to change the colour of her hair. Of course, it wouldn't work. "maybe I just need a wand" she muttered to herself as she was falling asleep.