Disclaimer: This is the first chapter edited of the new story! Updates will be coming soon! Characters and Wizarding World isn't mine, the plot is- no plagiarism and no intended plot stealing x

Chapter 1

Beep. Beep. Beep…

Hermione Granger slowly opened one eye as the sound of her annoying alarm clock woke her for the first time in over a month. Throwing her arm out to one side, she hit the infuriating machine onto the floor where it finally stopped its irritating beeping. Sitting up, still completely in a daze, Hermione pushed some of her unruly hair out of her eyes before picking up the fallen clock. 8:00, it read. Unlike what her friends believed, Hermione was really not a morning person, and the girls in her dorm learnt that in her first year after she threatened to hex them for waking her up. Just then, she finally figured out why the annoying little muggle device dared wake her up… it was September first. Back to Hogwarts!

Jumping up, she dashed around her small bedroom picking up all her last-minute possessions and throwing them into her trunk. Looking around her room, she nodded to herself satisfied. Sitting back down on her bed, she picked up the clearly well-read letter on her bedside table and looked it over.

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to welcome you back to Hogwarts for your 7th and final year. The school faculty has decided that, as one of our finest students, you are invited to be this year's Head Girl. Please reply with your confirmation of the positions. We hope that you take this opportunity and enjoy the privileges it includes.

Included is the list of school supplies required for this year.

We hope to see you on September 1st.

Deputy Headmistress

Minerva McGonagall

Hermione looked down as the shining red badge that had come in her annual Hogwarts letter. Sparkling gold lettering spelled Head Girl and the beautiful badge looked perfect alongside her uniform. She remembered how happy she was when she got her badge and how she had run down the stairs to tell her parents, her euphoria.

"Mum, Dad! Guess what? I got Head Girl! All those year paid off!" she said excitedly as she hopped from left to right in happiness.

"And? You think we care about your school? We told you never to mention it in our house! You are never to mention it under my roof, understand!" her Dad yelled.

Hermione's Mum had stood behind her father, eyes downcast.

Tears filled Hermione's eyes, but she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Even if they didn't appreciate her accomplishment, she knew her friends would. Hermione turned sharply on her heel and walked out of the room. It was only once she was in her room that she let any tears fall.

Much to her confusion, Hermione's parents never quite accepted that their daughter was a witch. It had been fine before she started showing accidental magic, before that they were like any other family. But after that, they had tried to simply ignore her 'strangeness', as they called it. They seemed to believe that if they just pretended they couldn't see their daughter doing odd things like floating down a book from the top shelf, that it didn't really exist. Hermione never truly understood why her parents seemed to hate her magic. There were times before her Hogwarts letter came when her parents seemed to look at her like they were afraid of her. Or like they barely even knew her.

After she started at Hogwarts, Hermione seemed to spend less and less time with her parents. She spent a lot of the summer with her friend, Ron's family. The Weasley's also seemed to hold her at arm's length, although the warmly accepted her best friend Harry Potter into the fold. Hermione thought it might have been because Harry didn't have a family of his own, whereas the Weasley's were under the impression she came from a very loving background.

Wiping away the tears that fell at the memory, Hermione walked over to her cupboard and started to pick out something to wear. She hadn't changed at all over the summer. Her usually curly hair had perhaps grown even bigger and more difficult to manage, and it still had its light caramel brown colour to it. Every year it seemed her friends got taller, whereas Hermione seemed to have permanently settled at 5'5, much to the humour of her friend Ginny who continued to grow. Hermione didn't believe her looks were anything special but knew she wasn't hideous. She threw on a pair of jeans and a red checked shirt, adding her favourite crimson converse before grabbing her trunk and lugging it to the bottom of the stairs, leaving it in the hallway.

She shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing some bread to make her own breakfast while her parents sat at the table, enjoying their full English.

"You finally off today then?" Her mother asked quietly, an odd on her face. Hermione just nodded her head before buttering her toast and going to sit at the table.

"Now as you'll be 18 by the time you get back, we have decided you can move out as soon as you come home. We want you out by this time next year. Understand?" her father said, without looking up from his paper.

"Yes, I understand," she said with a small sigh. Hermione had expected this and already had her eye on a tiny cottage in one of the wizarding villages surrounding Hogsmeade.

Looking at her watch she saw it was still two hours till her train left but she didn't want to stay any longer. She got up from the table, quickly did a once over of the house to check she didn't forget anything before grabbing her trunk and wand. Hermione called out a goodbye as she opened the front door, and shut it behind her without waiting for a reply. Just as she was about to call for the Knight Bus, she heard someone say something behind her, and all went black.