Author's note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I want to address a couple of reviews first before you read this though.
To BonniaFeltontoolazytologin; first off it's okay that you didn't log in haha. And to answer your question, Raelynn is a pureblood, and during this time purebloods tended to marry because of arranged marriage. This is the reason why I didn't have Draco/Raelynn. I did change it though, because eventually they do get together. Just not til their fifth or sixth year. It will all be explained later on though, after Hermione meets her.
To Armal; ha yeah I realized that just a bit to late with how much people hate Draco. It's all good now though, because I did change it.
To everyone else, I'm glad ya'll are enjoying the story. Now I won't hold you back any longer...enjoy!
Music for chapter: Superstition-Stevie Wonder
My Own Little World
By: SincerelyChris
(02)Granger, A History(02)
Previously:
"Well, why don't you go over and ask her and her family if they'd like to go to Diagon Ally with us? After Professor McGonall drops by of course. She has to explain everything to Hermione's parents first, and they have to decide if they want her to attend or not," His mother said with a nod of her head. Cedric nodded his head in return, and left his letter on the table. Rushing back outside, he waited patiently for Professor McGonnall to appear...Oh this was great! Now she wouldn't be near those bullies. Maybe they'd be in the same house!
Summer of '91
Granger home, mid-morning.
The morning was an ordinary one for the Granger family. Daniel and Emma Granger were already awake, the latter of the two working on breakfast while Daniel sat at the table drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. The two didn't say much, just enjoying eachother's company, and the sun beaming in through the window. It was obvious to see that today would be a good day, and there was hope for something unknown. Meanwhile, Hermione Granger was only stirring out of a dreamfilled sleep. She had imagined herself at a beautiful school, sitting by the lake, and doing some odd things and saying odd incantations. Rubbing her eyes, and sitting up, she yawned. "Now that was an interesting dream...To bad it could never be real," She murmured to herself, sadness at the brink of her voice. Yawning again, Hermione pulled her quilt off of her, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The moment her feet touched the ground, she scampered off into the bathroom across the hall. She quickly did her normal morning routine (restroom, teeth and hair brushing, etc.) before fully taking a look at herself in the mirror. In only a few short months, Hermione was on the brink of puberty, and had grown at least two inches. She smiled happily to herself, before quickly stopping. Her two front teeth were still abnormally large, in her and her bullies opinions, and there was no way she could get rid of it. She sighed another sigh, before walking out of the bathroom and down the stairs.
"Morning Mum. Morning Dad," She said, sitting down in her usual seat. Both of her parents issued their only child a good morning before setting a plate of eggs, turkey bacon (it was much healthier than regular), and a small bowl of fruit in front of her. "Milk or Orange Juice dear?" Her mother asked.
"Milk please!" The words came out with a smile as Hermione sat straighter in her chair. Daniel Granger set his newspaper to the side, as his own plate of food came down in front of him, and looked at his daughter.
"How did you sleep Hermione?" He asked, sipping some of his coffee.
"Really good! I had an odd dream though...it could never happen in real life, but I did enjoy it," She replied with a smile, taking a bite out of some of the strawberry that was in the bowl. Her father nodded his head in understanding, listening for the familiar sound of mail being pushed through the slot. When the noise hit, Daniel Granger looked towards his daughter. "Hermione, dear, do you mind bringing us the mail?" He asked. Hermione nodded her head, and stood. She went through the opening, that led to the living room, and over towards the foyer. Picking up the mail, the eleven year old looked at each one nonchalantly. She raised an eyebrow at one. It was addressed;
J. Granger
Kitchen
42 Hemming Drive
North London
The only reason the envelope even looked slightly familiar was because of the letters that she received from Cedric every year. Stilling looking down at the envelope, Hermione absently handed her father the rest of the mail before sitting down. She turned the envelope and barely glanced at the official stamp before tearing the envelope open. Inside were several sheets of parchment, again not surprising because of Cedric. "What is that Hermione?" Her mother asked.
"I don't know. A letter from Cedric's school...I think," She answered in return. Emma nodded her head, thinking that it must have been sent to the wrong home.
"Well lets go and take it back to Cedric, they probably sent it to the wrong place," She told her daughter.
"They didn't. On the envelope it say J. Granger." Hermione looked up at her mom with a small smile. Her father had sifted through the rest of the mail by this time, and looked up at the two women. "Well go ahead and read it aloud Hermione," He said with a smile. Said girl nodded her head, before unfolding the first page.
"HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear ,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress"
Hermione read the letter fairly quick, not bothering to really think about what the letter was saying. Once finished she looked at both of her parents. "It must be a prank. There is no such place." Her father spoke seriously, his eyes glaring holes into the sheet of parchment. Just as he finished speaking there was a knock on the door. "Now who would be here this early in the hour, with the exception of Cedric?" Her mother wondered, walking to the front door and opening it. There stood a stern looking woman, dressed in the oddest thing the Granger's had ever seen. She wore dark emerald robes and a pointed hat, the colors suited her beautifully, but it was still odd. "Hello can I help you," Emma asked.
"This is the Granger residence?" The older woman asked in return. Hermione's mother only nodded her head, because as she was about to speak the woman spoke again.
"That's good then. May I come in?" She didn't even give Emma or Daniel a chance to refuse, and adverted entered the house, and walked into the living room. Hermione stared at the woman with awe, and sat down on the couch, her parents coming to sit on either side of her.
"Ah, you must be Hermione Granger. Well congratulations my dear, you have been accepted into Hogwarts. I am one of the professors at the school, and also the Deputy Headmistress. My name is Minerva McGonagall, though you may call me Professor McGonagall." She said with a steady smile. Hermione's eyes widened considerably. How did this woman know her name? Wait, it was obvious. She was the same woman who had sent her the letter.
"How do we know this isn't a hoax," Her father finally spoke, acting more confident than what he was. The Professor only smile, and pulled a wooden stick from her robes. Looking over at the lamp on the table, she flicked her wand and the family watched as it floated in air. Setting it down again she looked at them before taking a seat in one of the armchairs. "I can promise you , this is not a hoax. Hogwarts is one of the finest intuitions to learn Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world. Your daughter has been on the list since the moment she was born. Your daughter, sir, is a witch." The only thoughts that ran through Hermione's mind were, Me? A Witch? Yeah, right! Both Emma and Daniel glared at Professor McGonagall.
"Our daughter is no such thing. Apparently your book was wrong, because Hermione is not a witch! She is a normal girl, with a normal life. I will not tolerate you outright lying to my daughter about this, so "Professor" I ask that you leave my home right now or else I will call the authorities," Daniel said slowly, seething with anger. Emma looked at her husband, and put a hand on one of his clenched fists. This automatically began to calm him down, and he turned to look at his wife. She gave him an assuring smile before speaking.
"I'm sorry Professor. My husband is just protective of our only daughter. I do know that Hogwarts exists," She began slowly,"but only because my grandfather was a wizard. I remember him hoping that I would become one, but that didn't happen obviously." Both Daniel and Hermione looked at Emma with shock. Professor McGonagall nodded her head in understand before continuing to explain the school and Diagon Ally, where they would be buying all of Hermione's school things. Daniel sat quiet, fuming about the knowledge that he had just learned. Hermione, on the other hand, was ecstatic because that meant she would finally be able to go to the same school as Cedric. Soon after, Professor McGonagall left, and Daniel turned to face his wife. "A wizard! Your old-crackpot grandfather was a wizard! That is a load of bull and we both know it!" He said, after shooing Hermione out of the room. What they didn't know, was the Hermione was sitting by the opening, listening to the entire conversation.
"No it's not Daniel. My mother and father thought he was insane, convincing you the same. When I was a young girl, though, he showed me some magic and began teaching me about it, hoping I had gotten lucky. I didn't, unfortunately, but Hermione has. She can go to the school if she wishes, but you are not going to try and force her to stay if she wants to go. If you do, you can just leave." Emma said sternly. She didn't want Daniel to leave, but if he wouldn't be accepting of his daughter then he didn't deserve to be her father. "My grandfather was what they call a muggle-born. Just like Hermione. Meaning his parents didn't know about magic. He married a muggle, someone who didn't know about magic, and settled down. Magic was always a part of him though, and though he's gone now, it is always going to be in our lives. Think what you will Daniel, but Hermione is a witch. I see nothing wrong with her going to this school. In fact I think it'd be a good experience for her." With that Emma left the living room, barely noticing Hermione trying to scurry upstairs as not to be caught. With a sigh Emma looked at the rest of letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY REQUIREMENTS
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
She nodded her head, and moved it to the side, for her to take a closer look. Taking a sip of her own coffee, she looked up to see her husband, tears threatening to fall. Setting down the cup of coffee, Emma walked over to her husband and he wrapped his arms around his tightly. "I'm sorry Emma...It's Just...a lot to take in you know?" He mumbled. Emma nodded her head in understanding before pulling slightly away from her husband. They shared a short, but sweet, kiss and gazed at eachother. Even though they fought sometimes, the two would always end up making up. So, it was no surprise when Daniel Granger gently grabbed Emma's hand and led her upstairs. The entered their bedroom, closed and locked the door, and let their angel and love for eachother show...
Author's Note: Well there you have it. I hope ya'll enjoyed it, but now I have a question that confuses me greatly. I see everyone hates Draco, but why is it that almost every story I read that is Harmione, Draco and Harry become friends? I guess it just doesn't make sense to me, but then again it does in a way. I don't know, any help in the would be great.
Next chapter will be Harry's first appearence in the story, and more on Hermione and Cedric's friendship.
