Chapter summary: Hermione finds out she's a witch!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters, the idea, blah blah blah.
Rating: G Again! Yay!
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"Hermione! Are you awake, dear?" Judy Granger called up the stairs to her daughter's bedroom.
"Yes, Mum! Is something wrong?" Hermione chided herself silently for asking a redundant question. From the tone of her mother's voice, something was obviously amiss.
"Well. Could you come down here, please?" Judy turned back to her husband, who was sitting at the dining room table, his breakfast untouched and cold. Hermione came down the steps two at a time, a slight frown on her face.
"What's going on?" She asked tentatively. Her father looked up at her sternly.
"Did you apply to another school, and not tell us?" His voice was both quizzical and confused.
"No, Dad. not besides Kensington. Why?" Now Hermione was confused as well.
"We received this letter in the mail this morning," Judy said, picking up a strange-looking letter from the table. She handed it to Hermione, who turned it over to see that the old-fashioned wax seal, with some sort of fancy letter on it, had already been broken. The paper was thick, like parchment. There was, oddly, no stamp. The address was correct, right down to the spelling of Hermione's name, which was hard for most. Puzzled, Hermione withdrew the letter inside, which was of the same heavy material as the envelope. The heading of the letter was all Hermione had to read before she dropped the letter in shock.
"Do you know about this?" Judy asked sternly.
"Do I know? Of course I know!" Hermione was ecstatic, she picked the letter up again and skimmed through it. "All the fairy tales, all the stories. true! All true! Did you read it? Did you read the letter?"
"No, we were waiting for you," Judy said, giving Hermione an odd look. Phillip took the letter from her outstretched hand and read it thoroughly.
"Are you sure it's not a hoax or something? From kids at your school, maybe?" Phillip could just not get a hold of this. "No, no, it's no hoax. My classmates aren't this advanced," Hermione said, still smiling.
"But-" said Judy.
"Mum, I've read about these schools. They're said to be just myths but it's real! You know the stories, about witches and wizards and how they have an entire secret world? Well, now we're a part of that! I'm a witch!" Hermione said it all in one breath, her grin widening as she spoke, if that was possible.
"Look!" Exclaimed Phillip, pointing out the window. Just outside, tapping on the glass with a talon, was an owl - nearly five hours after sunrise! Hermione ran to the window and opened it, and the owl flew in and seated itself casually on the table. Hermione gave her parents an 'I told you so' look.
"It says, 'We await your owl by no later than August 31,'" said Judy, having picked up the letter again.
"What's the name of the school? Pig-something?" asked Phillip.
"Hogwarts," said Judy and Hermione simultaneously. Hermione took a piece of paper and a pen and began to scrawl a quick note.
"I have no idea what I'm doing," she said to herself as she wrote. She then folded the paper twice and handed it to the owl, who took it in its beak and promptly flew out the open window.
"What did you write?" Asked Judy, no more than curious. Hermione shrugged.
"Just that I was happy to be accepted, but that I had no idea how to get there.. I'm hoping they'll answer soon." Hermione was past excitement now, past happiness - all her dreams, though not specifically about a wizarding school, were coming true.
~*~
Hermione walked up the stairs slowly, deep in thought. For the past three days, she could not take her mind off of the letter, the school, and the fact that she was a part of it. She opened her bedroom door to find an owl, though not the same one as the previous encounter's, perched on top of her computer, watching the screen saver upside-down with much interest. Hermione took another step inside and the owl looked up at her, its piercing eyes seeming to go right through her. It stuck out its right talon, onto which another piece of parchment was attached. Hermione crossed the room and untied the string which held the letter to the owl's claw, and unfolded it excitedly.
"Dear Miss Granger, I am pleased that you seem so calm about your acceptance to Hogwarts. Many muggle-born students don't understand as well as you have. To get your supplies (you must have seen the list attached to the acceptance letter) you must go to the Leaky Cauldron on 3rd street of London. Tell the bartender your business and he will help you. Attached is your train ticket, it has all the details you need. Don't be late! Best Wishes, Minerva McGonagall
Except the train ticket wasn't exactly 'attached' - it fell off the paper and Hermione had to make a swooping backward-hand catch to retrieve it. She read its contents, and it seemed like a normal train ticket except for one thing - it read "Platform 9 ¾," which had to be either a mistake or magic. Magic, Hermione thought, how strange it is to finally accept it as something real. She looked up from the letter and saw that the owl, still present, was now tapping curiously at the keys on the keyboard with it's claws, and watching the screen, which had a word processor open, fill up with letters. It looked fascinated.
"I suppose there are no computers in the wizarding world, are there?" She asked, half to the owl and half to herself.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the characters, the idea, blah blah blah.
Rating: G Again! Yay!
~*~
"Hermione! Are you awake, dear?" Judy Granger called up the stairs to her daughter's bedroom.
"Yes, Mum! Is something wrong?" Hermione chided herself silently for asking a redundant question. From the tone of her mother's voice, something was obviously amiss.
"Well. Could you come down here, please?" Judy turned back to her husband, who was sitting at the dining room table, his breakfast untouched and cold. Hermione came down the steps two at a time, a slight frown on her face.
"What's going on?" She asked tentatively. Her father looked up at her sternly.
"Did you apply to another school, and not tell us?" His voice was both quizzical and confused.
"No, Dad. not besides Kensington. Why?" Now Hermione was confused as well.
"We received this letter in the mail this morning," Judy said, picking up a strange-looking letter from the table. She handed it to Hermione, who turned it over to see that the old-fashioned wax seal, with some sort of fancy letter on it, had already been broken. The paper was thick, like parchment. There was, oddly, no stamp. The address was correct, right down to the spelling of Hermione's name, which was hard for most. Puzzled, Hermione withdrew the letter inside, which was of the same heavy material as the envelope. The heading of the letter was all Hermione had to read before she dropped the letter in shock.
"Do you know about this?" Judy asked sternly.
"Do I know? Of course I know!" Hermione was ecstatic, she picked the letter up again and skimmed through it. "All the fairy tales, all the stories. true! All true! Did you read it? Did you read the letter?"
"No, we were waiting for you," Judy said, giving Hermione an odd look. Phillip took the letter from her outstretched hand and read it thoroughly.
"Are you sure it's not a hoax or something? From kids at your school, maybe?" Phillip could just not get a hold of this. "No, no, it's no hoax. My classmates aren't this advanced," Hermione said, still smiling.
"But-" said Judy.
"Mum, I've read about these schools. They're said to be just myths but it's real! You know the stories, about witches and wizards and how they have an entire secret world? Well, now we're a part of that! I'm a witch!" Hermione said it all in one breath, her grin widening as she spoke, if that was possible.
"Look!" Exclaimed Phillip, pointing out the window. Just outside, tapping on the glass with a talon, was an owl - nearly five hours after sunrise! Hermione ran to the window and opened it, and the owl flew in and seated itself casually on the table. Hermione gave her parents an 'I told you so' look.
"It says, 'We await your owl by no later than August 31,'" said Judy, having picked up the letter again.
"What's the name of the school? Pig-something?" asked Phillip.
"Hogwarts," said Judy and Hermione simultaneously. Hermione took a piece of paper and a pen and began to scrawl a quick note.
"I have no idea what I'm doing," she said to herself as she wrote. She then folded the paper twice and handed it to the owl, who took it in its beak and promptly flew out the open window.
"What did you write?" Asked Judy, no more than curious. Hermione shrugged.
"Just that I was happy to be accepted, but that I had no idea how to get there.. I'm hoping they'll answer soon." Hermione was past excitement now, past happiness - all her dreams, though not specifically about a wizarding school, were coming true.
~*~
Hermione walked up the stairs slowly, deep in thought. For the past three days, she could not take her mind off of the letter, the school, and the fact that she was a part of it. She opened her bedroom door to find an owl, though not the same one as the previous encounter's, perched on top of her computer, watching the screen saver upside-down with much interest. Hermione took another step inside and the owl looked up at her, its piercing eyes seeming to go right through her. It stuck out its right talon, onto which another piece of parchment was attached. Hermione crossed the room and untied the string which held the letter to the owl's claw, and unfolded it excitedly.
"Dear Miss Granger, I am pleased that you seem so calm about your acceptance to Hogwarts. Many muggle-born students don't understand as well as you have. To get your supplies (you must have seen the list attached to the acceptance letter) you must go to the Leaky Cauldron on 3rd street of London. Tell the bartender your business and he will help you. Attached is your train ticket, it has all the details you need. Don't be late! Best Wishes, Minerva McGonagall
Except the train ticket wasn't exactly 'attached' - it fell off the paper and Hermione had to make a swooping backward-hand catch to retrieve it. She read its contents, and it seemed like a normal train ticket except for one thing - it read "Platform 9 ¾," which had to be either a mistake or magic. Magic, Hermione thought, how strange it is to finally accept it as something real. She looked up from the letter and saw that the owl, still present, was now tapping curiously at the keys on the keyboard with it's claws, and watching the screen, which had a word processor open, fill up with letters. It looked fascinated.
"I suppose there are no computers in the wizarding world, are there?" She asked, half to the owl and half to herself.