She clicked through the pages, each giving a detailed description of the boy who lived. Then, she went onto a site that she has used to gather information from in the last few months, The Daily Prophet.

A new article written by Hermione's least favourite journalist, Rita Skeeter was posted on The Daily Prophet's homepage, so she clicked on it eagerly and ignored the advertisements for Bertie's Box of Every Flavoured Beans.

A Hero Comes Home By Rita Skeeter

Yes little wizards, Harry Potter has been seen down Diagon Ally, buying supplies for his first year of Hogwarts! It was over ten years ago that he defeated he who could not be named, without training, so who knows what he's capable of.

Watch out first years, you may be struggling to keep up with him. He was being accompanied by Hogwarts ground keeper, Hagrid, who revealed to him the world that he was not aware of when he was living with muggle relatives- yes, muggles indeed! Although, no wizard in history has been loved more than little Harry Potter, and today he begins his first day of school.

The betting polls down at Billingboots have been swarmed this morning with all kinds of wizards placing bets on which house he will be entering (3/1 on Gryffindor)

He brought the spark back to the wizarding world, and now, under the watchful eye of none other than Albus Dumbledore, who is getting on with age, he will flourish into one of the best wizards our world will know!

Three cheers for Harry Potter. May he sprout into one fine, and good-looking, wizard!

Hermione clicked the red exit button on the screen. Harry Potter, she thought. How fascinating it would be, so many questions I have for him.

"Hermione!" her mother called and she quickly rose out of the chair and switched off the screen. Mrs. Granger opened the door, a wide smile across her face that reached her ears.

"It's time to go, sweetie." She announced. Hermione nodded with a toothy grin and picked up her cage that held her cat, Crookshanks. He looked more like a ginger furball than anything else. She pressed her lips together when he started licking his tiny paws. Just as long as he doesn't bringing any wildlife, she thought to herself, she had read that there was a large variety in the castle, let alone the woods surrounding the grounds!

"Your fathers starting the car, why don't you grab your trunk, I'll get the... big bowl and I'll see you downstairs" Mrs. Granger smiled. Her parents had seemed thrilled when she received her letter, Hermione was a bit astounded.

"I'm a Witch?" she said in denial "Father, you didn't set this up, did you?" she asked but her father shook his head, making his greying hair shake.

"Mother?" she said, turning to her. She was starring at the letter with large, gleaming eyes.

"Why would I do something like this, Hermione?" Mrs. Granger said. Hermione pulled her bushy eyebrows down that cast a shadow beneath her eyes. Surely this can't be true.

She flipped the letter over in her hands and ran her bitten fingernail over the red wax stamp. It looked real, it was flew in by an owl that now sat perched on the top of her front garden fence, but how, if it really was true, had she not known about it before.

She thought back, thinking when she had ever done something out of the ordinary. She always gotten good grades at her school, surely that was real. She was always a model student and daughter.

Well, except for that time last Christmas when her mother got the wrong volume of the Oxford Dictionary and it only had ten-thousand different words instead of one-hundred thousand. Hermione ate her turkey in silence and as her grandmother went to cut a slice the fire blew up and sent a piece of coal flying, and it landed on the un-opened dictionary and then the sofa caught on fire too.

Her mother didn't know what to do, and Hermione just stared without saying a word. Maybe it had been her fault, she thought.

But as time went on, Hermione's parents started to become resentful. They didn't want Hermione to be away from them for a whole year, a few weeks in-between or not.

"Hunnie," Her mother said to her, "are you coming?" Hermione took a deep breath and followed her mother out of the door and watched as her face and hands turned purple from the weight of her cauldron.