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Chapter two: The Letter

Hermione met Drake at the ice cream parlor every Thursday for nearly a year. Most of their time was spent talking about Hogwarts and the magnificent world that Hermione would someday enter. She had never, not once in her life, ever been so fascinated with anything. Not even books or even literature. She was fascinated with all of it; the magic, the Quidditch, wands and even the scary Dementors.

Hermione and Drake were as thick as thieves; they were inseparable, but most of all they were a family. Magic had given them something not many people can have; a true genuine lasting bond. And for Hermione it was the greatest gift she had ever received.

All of the other children, well, they didn't like Hermione, she was too smart, her hair was slightly more than bushy and her teeth were a little too big for her mouth; and they did all that they could to make fun of her. But Drake was different; he had never done any of that.

She knew that once she was at school that things would be different. They weren't all going to be as nice to her as Drake was, they wouldn't all treat her same way, and most of them would hate her; and it would all because of her blood. To her, it all seemed trivial, all blood meant was that you were alive, but not everyone thought that way.

For her birthday, Hermione received more presents than she could count on two hands, but it didn't take her long to pick out her favorite. The bracelet Drake got for her, held the biggest spot in her heart. Initially it was a thick silver chain, but on it were large glassy hearts, spheres, and diamond shapes all made of the same green and silver glass. She swore to never take it off.

Winter turned to spring, and spring turned it to summer, and as the summer came to an end, Hermione was gone. Her family had decided to move her to France. Both Hermione and Drake were devastated. On the day she was to leave, Hermione met with him one last time at the little parlor, and as they stood at their booth, embraced in each other's arms, they made one last promise. They promised to meet again, but next time it would be at Hogwarts. That was the last time she saw him.

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It wasn't until two days after Hermione's eleventh birthday, that she had any kind of contact with the Wizarding world. On August twenty first, just before supper, a loud knock sounded against the Granger's front door. And Richard Granger was less than pleased.

When Mr. Granger opened the door, he came face to face with a very old man. This man had a very long white beard, a long crooked nose; maybe inflicted in his youth, and atop his nose rested a pair of half-moon spectacles. He was dressed in an unusual manner; a large purple dressing cloak covered his body, and deep with in his pockets was his wand.

Hermione stood at the foot of the stairs watching as her father opened the door. The moment she saw the man, her heart nearly exploded with joy. She shrieked with excitement as she ran to stand beside her father.

"You're from Hogwarts aren't you?" her voice shook as she looked up into the man's smiling face "So it is real then, Drake wasn't lying to me!" She all but shouted at him as she jumped up and down, her hair, now bushier, was bouncing with her.

"Yes," The man said as he stepped in over the threshold, "I am from Hogwarts." From the looks on her parent's faces, there were many mixed emotions. Her father looked surprised, confused and affronted, but her mother looked collected and unsurprised.

"What is a Hog Wart?" Mr. Granger asked as he led the man, and his daughter, into the sitting room.

"Ah, I am so sorry, I have forgotten to introduce myself." The man said ignoring Mr. Granger's question. His eyes turned Hermione's mother, she knew exactly what was going on.. He made his way over to a chair in front of the family.

"I am Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts." The Grangers exchanged looks as Hermione continued to bounce up and down in anticipation.

"Hogwarts is a school of Magic." He explained calmly to Mr. Granger.

"Magic, what are you getting at? There is no such thing." Mr. Granger exploded, nearly turning purple at the thought.

"Ah, I wouldn't expect you to believe me so willingly, but I see that your wife and daughter do." Dumbledore said eyeing them closely.

"Laura, how can you believe this mad man, you know there is no such thing." Richard asked in outrage. His face was still a bright purple. Richard Granger was much like Vernon Dursley, only he wasn't nearly as round, or evil. He was like Vernon in the way that he thought. He only saw in black and white.

"Richard, Amethyst went to a similar school when she was Hermione's age." Laura hissed as she looked over at her husband. "Her school was here in France." Amethyst was Laura's estranged younger sister. When Hermione had been younger she had had a very close relationship with her aunt. That had all changed when her family moved to France. Suddenly, a few things began to make sense for Hermione. When she had met Drake his stories had been riddled with familiar words that she couldn't quite place, but now she knew where they had come from. They came from her aunt's bedtime stories.

"Why didn't you tell me about this? Hermione is my daughter to!" It was easy to see that Richard wasn't pleased.

"I didn't know! Ame, was the only witch in the family, I didn't know it would be passed on." Laura hissed back at him, hoping that he would restrain himself around Professor Dumbledore. After a moment's pause, Laura looked back over at her daughter and took in a deep breath. "Honey, do you want to go to this school?" Laura asked her daughter, her father let out another outraged objection.

"I do mum," Hermione told her happily.

"Why our daughter though, Mr. Dumbledore, Why was she chosen?" He still didn't grasp the concept that it wasn't a selection, but instead that it was a birth right.

"She possesses those magical qualities of which a student should possess, she possess the magic. She has powers that non magical people such as your selves do not." He explained "If you wish to allow her to attend, she has a spot. Whilst she attends our school she will learn to control her powers and learn about the history of magic as well as meet other students like herself."

"How do we know that what you are saying isn't hogwash?" Mr. Granger asked.

"I am sure that by now you have noticed the things your daughter is capable of doing, things that can only be explained by magic. Also you wife's sister is a witch; it is not uncommon at all." He told him "That should be proof enough.

Her father sighed in defeat; he had noticed what Dumbledore was talking about."

"We will let her go." both of her parents said without needing to be further convinced.

"Wonderful." Dumbledore said handing the girl her letter. "I will be seeing you again on the first of September.

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'I'm finally going.' She thought to herself. 'I'm really going to Hogwarts, the most wonderful place on earth.' She said to herself for the thousandth time that day. 'Drake' she thought as she looked down at the bracelet, its silver body still wrapped around her wrist. It had been so long since she had seen Drake, her best friend, and she could hardly believe it. She was jarred from her thoughts as she felt the train jerk violently into motion, the loud whistle could be heard throughout the train.

Hermione laughed as she cast one last look of out the exterior window, the sight that met her was a comical one, running on the track after the train was a small little girl with bright auburn hair. Her hands were flying around in front of her, and she was screaming as loud as she could. "I want to go! I can't wait another year!"

It wasn't until someone tapped her shoulder, that Hermione was able to stop laughing and turn around. When she did she came face to face with a small chubby boy whose bright red cheeks stood out against his cream skin.

"You haven't seen my toad, Trevor, have you?" The boy asked as he doubled over, resting his hands on his knees. "I lost him and I don't know what to do." The boy sounded frantic, he looked utterly exhausted.

"No I haven't, I'm Hermione Granger by the way, and would you like me to help you?" Hermione asked politely and watched as the boys eyes lit up.

"You'd really help me?" Hermione nodded, "I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom." He said awkwardly as he extended his hand towards Hermione. She shook it carefully.

"Neville, why don't you go that way and I will go this way." She said pointing down the corridor. Neville nodded and headed down the hall towards a mean looking group of what appeared to be fifth years wearing green emblems on their robes.

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Wow I feel mean for sending Neville towards the Slytherin's! Poor Neville! Well anyways I hope you liked the chapter. I worked really hard on it. Please Review. I promise Draco comes back into the story in the next chapter. Will he recognize Hermione or vice versa? Oh and after the next chapter the chapters may become longer, I have to fit in all seven years though I might just make two chapters per year. I just haven't decided at this point, I just letting you know so yeah well anyways you know what to do. Now REVIEW! The next chapter will be a long one…~Taylor

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