The Queen made it to her bedchamber and sat on the chair near the vanity. She couldn't take this. The letter was still in her grasp. The letter she had recieved 23 years previous, on her own eleventh birthday. She had read the letter before, and knows exactly what it says.

She turned and stared at herself in the vanity. Her mind was running a million miles, wondering how Hermione would react and how her husband would react. No one ever knew of her letter except her mother. She hoped that it would stay that way and any future children would never find out. In her mind, giving up her abilities would give up those of her children. Looking back at the letter, she knew that was wrong.

She picked up the envelope once more and knew that no matter what would happen Hermione would be curious. There was no way she was going to be able to keep this from her. How on earth was she going to be able to tell her about this?

As if someone had heard her plea, a pop echoed through the room. Turning she saw the woman she hadn't seen in 23 years. "Professor"

"Your Majesty." Professor Mcgonagall's hat tilted forward in a small bow.

"I thought when I gave up my powers," she picked up the envelope and held it up, "That this wouldn't happen again."

"You know thats not how it happens."

"I can't let her go...she is too much in the spotlight, Everyone in London always wants to know what we are doing at all times. I simply cant send her to a school for witchcraft nine months out of the year. People will start to wonder."

"Unfortunately Janet, it is not your decision. Remember when you were eleven and I came to you and told you the same thing I tell everyone who is born to two Muggle parents?" The Queen nodded, "After you talked to your mother, it was your decision to say no. It is not your decision, It is hers."

"I already know what she will say."

"You need to tell her."

"I know, I'm going to have to tell Roger as well." She sat back on the chaise and breathed in deeply.

"I can be here to help you explain certain things, if you wish." Janet nodded to the elder professors statement.

"Let me get them. Please stay here."

"As you wish, Majesty." Professor McGonagall stayed in her spot while the Queen left the room. She walked down the hall to the Kings office and looked in.

"Roger, can I get you to come with me a second, Dear?"

"Sure, Darling." He stood up and followed her to his daughters room a few doors down. She poked her head in.

"Hermione, dear, come with me." She got out of bed and grabbed her robe, throwing it on before following her parents back to the sitting room. She opened the door and usherred them in. "Roger, Hermione, this is an old aquaintence of mine, Professor Minerva McGonagall."

Roger stepped forward and extended his hand although apprehensive because the bright emerald robes and black connicle hat were so out of place. "Nice to meet you."

She bowed forward slightly, "Honor is mine Majesty."

"What's going on Mum?" Hermione said sitting on the chair in the middle of the room.

Janet looked to the Professor for help, and she nodded leading her to another chair, "Just start at the beginning Majesty."

Janet sat down and took a deep breath. "Alright, When I was eleven, I recieved the same letter that you just recieved. When I read it, I thought it was a mistake. I went to my Mum, your grandmother and asked her. She read it and said it was also a mistake

"Then the professor showed up and explained to the both of us, what I will tell you. My mother still didn't believe and I decided to not go. The letter was an invitation to a school."

"A School?" Roger interjected

"Yes, Dear. Its a school for gifted students. Students with abilities that are not of the normal world." She looked to her husband and daughter and noticed she wasn't getting anywhere.

"The school I teach at is called Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." McGonagall interjected.

"Wait wait wait, Witchcraft?" Hermione asked this time, not quite believing her ears.

"Yes, Miss Granger. You have abilities like no one else. This school is an oppourtunity for you to refine your magical abilities and use them in a day to day basis."

"I could have a normal life?" Hermione asked smiling brightly.

"As normal as possible." Roger interjected, "Your still a princess."

"I dont want to go and be the princess in the room, I want to go so that I can be just Hermione."

Janet shook her head, "Think about that Hermione, everyone in England knows who you are. You will always be a princess, and everyone will know."

"Actually, there is a way for us to make it so that no one will know who she is."

Everyone in the room, stopped to look at her. "How?"

"There is a spell that we can use on the entire student body, to alter Hermione's persona. We can make her be a simple, plain girl from London born to two Muggle parents. No one would know who she is and she could go to school like all the other students."

"Thats possible?" Roger asked quickly. Professor McGonagall nodded.

"What else can I learn?"

"Well there is Herbology, which is care of Magical of Magical Creatures, Flying..."

"Flying?" Hermione shuddered.

"Yes, on a broomstick. There is also Defense of the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms, Divination, which is the study of tea leaves, tarot cards, and crystal balls; Arithmancy, which is the study of Magical Math; History of Magic, and Transfiguration, which is what I teach."

"What is Transfiguration?" Hermione asked, her curiosity peaked.

"It's the study of transforming objects into different objects. Watch this." McGonagall pulled out her wand and transformed the vase on the table into a cup and back again.

"Wow." Hermione was interested. "Daddy, I want to go."

"Hermione dear, this is for you." Her mother handed her, her letter. She opened it and read the first line.

Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Magwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School
of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and
equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

"How will I get to school?" Hermione asked quickly.

"The students take a train that leaves Kings Cross at 11 on September first." McGonagall answered.

"Uh, that might not be a good idea." Roger stated.

"Everyone knows who we are, we can't just simply walk into a train station." Janet added.

"In this case, since she is the Princess of England, I could come to this room on September first and floo her to Hogwarts myself."

"Floo?" Hermione asked.

"Transportation by way of fireplaces. I could add this fireplace to the floo network and restrict it to only come to my fireplace, that way no one would come here without permission."

"I guess we could do that." Janet sighed, "What about security? We obviously can't send her bodyguards."

"No, you can't, but I can assure you Hogwarts is one of the safest magical places in our world."

Janet and Roger nodded. Janet took Hermione's letter and saw the school list. "How are we going to get all this, without people seeing us?"

"Give me a week, I will apparate back in here, same time, with all her stuff for next year."

"Alright." Janet said quickly.

Hermione turned to her mother and with wide eyes, "So can I go?" Her mother looked to her father and she turned to face her father, "Daddy?"

"Yes, Hermione, you can go. But the condition still stands... No one can know about your true identity."

"Thats not a problem, Daddy, I want this normal life. Thank you thank you thank you." She fell into her fathers embrace and he hugged her gently.


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Authors Note:I know there are spelling and grammar mistakes, but I don't have spellcheck and don't have time to check myself. I just wanna get the story out! 3