I got an idea, so what did I do? I wrote it. Enjoy!
Prologue
As Robin opened the envelope addressed to her, her older sister did the same thing on the other side of the dinner table. A tall, thin woman watched from the side, smiling softly at the familial scene so familiar to her old eyes by now. Robin's mother and father watched from their spots next to their daughters, father with Robin and mother with her sister. Hermione gaped at what was inside, having opened the mail quicker than Robin and having already looked through the contents.
"Well?" the girls' mother, Jean, prompted from her spot next to Hermione, "What's in there?"
"It says I've been accepted to a magic school!" Hemione squealed in excitement, nearly dropping the letter. Her hands were shaking and her already frizzy hair seemed to go wild.
"Oh my gosh!" Robin opened her own envelope while Hermione was talking and now looked over her own letter with excitement.
Dear Ms. 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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall
Robin looked up at the woman in green looking at the family, "It's true, then? Magic- it exists?"
Minerva McGonagall gave a sharp nod, "Indeed, child. Magic is real."
"Prove it," the girl's father demanded. Richard was a man of proof, and if he had none, he wouldn't just send both of his daughters off to some school only for them to get kidnapped.
In response to his demand, Minerva took a long, thing stick out of her sleeve. She swirled it slightly, murmuring something Robin couldn't hear, and a jet of orange light shot out of the tip of the stick- the wand. The light hit a plate, and suddenly it grew two legs and stood upon them, walking around the dinner table. Jean and Richard gaped, and the two girls shrieked in excitement.
Minerva said another incantation under her breath, this time without the wand, and the legs shrank into nothingness making the plate fall over, landing and nearly breaking.
"Woah," Jean muttered.
"Yeah, woah," Richard agreed with his wife.
"Wait, September first?" Hermione looked up from the plate, now flat on the table, to look at Minerva with a distressed look in her eyes. "That's in three weeks!"
"Yes, it is," Minerva agreed, not understanding the child's disappointment.
"We have to wait a whole three weeks?" Robin groaned, slumping in her chair as Hermione echoed her move on the other side of the table.
Jean laughed and ruffled Hermione's hair as the girl sulked, "Cheer up, sweetheart."
"You do know that you'll be going into the magic world today, right?" Minerva told the two girls with a raised brow and casual smile.
The two sat up, looking at her eagerly.
"When?" Robin asked.
"If your parents agree, I can get us to magical London in a few minutes."
The girls gasped in unison and looked over at their parents. "Can we?"
Richard looked to his wife in question, and as Jean nodded so did he.
"Yes," Robin hissed in success.
"But," Richard interrupted, "Only if we come with you,"
It was Minerva's turn to get a pitiful look from the two young witches, and she agreed readily. "I'll have to take you two at a time though, I can't apparate four people and myself at once."
"Apparate?" Hermione asked, always the curious one.
"Basically the real version of teleporting," Minerva explained. "Now go get ready, London is fairly cold today."