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This is just a chapter to explain things, so it is short, and boring. Sorry.
Okay, in this fic, I am going to make Hermione born September 19, 1979 instead of being in 1980, because if she went to my school here in America, she would be because her birthday is in September, after school has started, but is in the same year as Harry. So she is one of the oldest of the first years, she is almost twelve, while Harry just turned eleven.
I OWN NOTHING BUT ALAYNA + CHRISTOPHER GRANGER. EVERYTHING ELSE COMES FROM THE IMAGINATION OF J.K. ROWLING AND OTHER PEOPLE. MAINLY J.K.R. THOUGH. (I only named Violet and Mark, also I made Violet Lily Evans's sister.)
"Mother! We're home!" came the sound of a young voice ringing throughout the incredibly large house. There was a jangle of keys and the clunk of shoes being ripped from their owners' feet.
"Ugh, I can't wait to get out of these ghastly uniforms." Hermione Granger said with a scowl. "Oh come on Herm, they aren't as bad as you make them out to be," her younger brother said sensibly. Hermione just sighed at him, knowing how much that irritated him.
"You're only fighting with me because you're cross that I achieved a higher grade on our last mathematics exam than you did!" Hermione said, peeling off her knee socks.
"I am not." Harry said sourly. "Besides, you are the one who instigated it so you could bring that up, showoff. Where is Mum? She should be home by now. It's almost four-thirty." He said, changing the subject.
"Will you two stop bickering please? It's getting dreadfully annoying." Piped up their younger sister, Alayna. She was only eight years old, compared to Harry's ten years, and Hermione's eleven.
"Sure, if you stop acting as if you're fifty, instead of eight." Harry snapped at her, opening his backpack, pulling out his homework and tests. Hermione did the same, but Alayna walked into the living room, as the children had entered the house into the kitchen from the back door.
She walked into the very large living room and saw a post-it note stuck to the television set. "Harry, Hermione…" she said a bit louder than her normal voice.
"What is it Alayna?" Harry asked from the kitchen. Alayna walked back to the kitchen and looked over to Harry and Hermione.
"Mother went out grocery shopping with Christopher. She said she should be back home about six o'clock when Father returns home."
Harry nodded and Hermione and he went to work at the dining room table, they preferred to work together opposed to alone in their bedrooms at their own personal desks. The two sat, scribbling madly at their papers, then re-doing the papers neater afterwards. Schoolwork was of great importance at the Granger residence.
By the time all three had finished their homework and Hermione and Harry had started on their end-of-year science projects, it was almost six o'clock.
"Hermione! Harry! Alayna! Is your father home yet?" their mother called from the living room, setting her car, house, and work keys onto an end-table.
Harry shook his head 'no' as they all went to the living room to see their mother.
"Hmm… Hermione, Harry, be dears and go bring the groceries into the house please," Violet Granger said to her children… well, daughter and nephew, but he was a son to her and Mark. Most people assumed that Harry was their son anyway.
Violet and Lily had gotten the unruly and curly hair, while Petunia and Violet had received the blonde hair. Petunia and Lily though, the only thing they had gotten the same was their height. They both were short, only 5'3" each while Violet was only 5'4" though. Another trait that Violet shared with her sister Lily was their eyes. They both her incredibly green, a bright, emerald green.
Hermione received a mixture of her parents' hair, and her mother's height, and her father's eyes. Alayna had her mother's hair, blonde, but with the straightness of her father's, and had her father's brown eyes as well.
Harry could easily pass as Violet and Mark's son, with seemingly, Mark's hair color, Violet's type of hair, height, and of course, those eyes.
So no one asked any questions about it, they had legally adopted him, so Harry was Harry James Potter Granger, but he never went by Potter, it was just his legal name, but he was a Granger throughout his entire soul.
"And here Alayna, take Christopher up to bed, he needs to take his nap," she said as she handed her daughter her eight month old son, who, surprisingly, looked remarkably like Harry so far, green eyes, messy hair, and Christopher's hair was also black.
Harry and Hermione had lugged in the shopping bags and their mother had already started to put them into the refrigerator. Violet looked out of the window.
It was the middle of June, school was about to end, and Harry's eleventh birthday would soon be approaching. Also, the two eldest Granger children would be receiving some very peculiar letters very soon, from a magical place called Hogwarts…………
And I leave you there, much better next chapter, sorry about this one! ^.*
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