A/N: Hey peeps! I am really surprised by the feedback I have gotten for this story. I have 40 reviews, several favorites, and a few alerts. I didn't think this would get the response it did. So thanks! As a special thank you, here's a quick update! This chapter jumps forward quite a bit. I was getting sick of writing about them as children. Well, I guess they still are children, but still.
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The Life and Love of Hermione Jean Granger
Chapter 8: Six years later
Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. In her hand, she held an envelope addressed to her. She had opened it immediately and did not fully believe what she was seeing. The letter read:
Dear Miss Granger,
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
Hermione ran to her best friend and adopted brother Harry Potter to see him in the same position as she had been. He sat on his bed with a letter in his hand and a look of disbelief on his face. "Harry, did you get one too?"
Harry looked up and nodded once. "I wonder what it means."
"What what means?" two voices spoke up from the doorway. Hermione's two younger sisters, Hannah and Heather, stood outside her door.
"Nothing, don't worry about it," Hermione told them, looking at her little sisters. They were both short, with long hair, but the similarities stopped there.
Hannah, the older of the two, had dark, curly hair, though it wasn't frizzy like Hermione's. Her eyes were a deep silver, and her lips were a pretty, pale pink. She wore jeans and a faded old sweater. Hannah was a total tomboy, and loved anything to do with skateboarding or basketball. She had a loud, rough personality, but could be sweet when she tried.
Heather, the youngest, had long, light brown, stick straight hair and beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing a knee length denim skirt and a pale pink tank top with ruffles at the top. Heather was in to music, and had a beautiful singing voice. She was sweet, quiet, and very smart.
There was one major difference, though. Heather could make strange things happen. Hannah couldn't.
"Mommy! Hermione's bein' secretive!" Hannah shouted, being a tattletale like most six year olds were.
"Shh! Don't shout!" Hermione told her sternly. "This is none of your concern."
"Hermione, if something was wrong, you would tell me, right?" sweet, quiet Heather asked.
"Of course, Heather, but go. I need to speak to Harry," Hermione replied, shooing her sisters away and turning to Harry. "What do you think this means?"
"I don't know, but we should tell your parents. The deadline is in two days," Harry reasoned.
"Good idea," Hermione said, thinking of what to say to her parents.
It was sometime later when Hermione and Harry could talk to Hermione's parents. They all sat down on the living room couch.
"Mum, Daddy, read this," Hermione instructed, handing her letter to her parents. When they finished, they looked up at her with confusion in their eyes.
"What is this Hermione?" Mrs. Granger asked, concerned.
"She wouldn't know. Let me explain," a strange, deep voice said from behind them.
Short, I know! Don't be mad! I will update soon with a longer chapter!
