Author's Note: The Night of Graduation, things turn around to be very unexpected.
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Chapter Two: Graduation Night
"Now," Ms. Berkeley began. "I would like to please invite up this year's Top of Fifth Grade Class, Miss Hermione Granger!" With trembling knees, Hermione stood up and dragged her feet across the stage and stepped up on to the stool in front of the podium. She set down her speech on the surface and took a deep breath.
"Thank you Ms. Berkeley. I can't believe that the end of primary school is finally here." Hermione begin, her voice shaky with nerves. However, she then shot a glance towards Ralph and the other boys and noticed they were still getting over there cough. She shook with laughter. Other teachers and parents gave her the strangest look, but Hermione kept going. "I know that the upper grades will be much harder, but I know like in this school, along with the other students I'm sure, we will study that much harder. I know that like I did here, I'll still lock myself in the library and read and study all day." There was some laughter from the audience. It eased Hermione's tension. "I can't wait for the next journey the next school will bring us! Thank you!" Ugh, that speech was so lame. Damn it. Despite Hermione's thoughts on her own speech, the rest of the audience enjoyed it.
"I now present you with Oakfield Primary School's graduating class!" Ms. Berkeley exclaimed. The class stood up and the crowd applauded. Many parents were crying and exclaiming, "My baby! He (or she) is all grown up!" A lot of parents were hugging each other and running to the front of the auditorium to meet their newly graduated children. Hermione's parents some how beat the rest of them.
"We are so proud of you, baby!" Dr. Granger hugged Hermione. "Let's go out for ice cream." Hermione liked the idea. They left the auditorium and got into their car. They soon found out that they were not alone.
"Hello!" The stranger exclaimed. The family jumped with shock and was startled. They looked in the back seat of the car to see the strangest man that they have ever seen in their entire life. He wore purple robes, and the pointiest hat that the family had ever layed their eyes on. He also wore half-moon spectacles and had the biggest, yet most subtle grin on his face.
"What are you doing in my car? I suspect you raid other cars besides my own!" Dr. Granger exclaimed, stopping short in the middle of the road. Many cars behind the Granger's car beeped at them.
"Just pull over and let me explain." The man said.
"I'm not going to be told what to do in my own-" Dr. Granger started, with a red face.
"Just let the man explain, honey. He obviously has a reason for doing this." Mrs. Granger said, smiling at the man.
"Thank you, Jean." The man said.
"Wait," Jean said. "How on Earth do you know my name."
"If you just would let me explain, you'll soon find out."
"Fine. Go ahead. What is it that you need to tell us?" Jean replied.
"I'm really here to speak to Miss. Hermione Granger." The man said. Hermione looked up in the man with great suspiscion.
"Me? Why do you want to talk to me?" Hermione looked right into the elderly man's eyes, right through his half-moon spectacles.
"Hermione, my name is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"I'm sorry, what now?" Dr. Granger exclaimed.
"Hermione Granger, you are a witch." Dumbledore said, matter-of-factly.
"I'm sorry, but a what?" Hermione, Jean, and Dr. Granger exclaimed.
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