Chapter 2
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Hermione's POV:
Hermione waited in a familiar compartment of the Hogwarts express. She thought about her summer and looked down at herself. She wasn't comfortable but it was better than being the book worm she once was.
2 Weeks ago at Hermione's house:
"Why do you spend so much time reading!?" Hermione looked up and saw her father looking down at her. Ever since she found out that she had become a witch he seemed to always be on her case. Her mom couldn't help out since she had been in a car accident; she lived but needed her rest and spent most of the time lying down in the bedroom. Her father seemed to be under so much stress though, so Hermione obeyed him. He took to beating her if she didn't anyway. She took out her wand and started to practice a spell to get her father to laugh. She tried to conjure up a bird but she made a mistake and ended up burning her rug.
"What the hell! I should have known that witch stuff wouldn't result in anything worth while!" Her father yelled. Hermione started crying while she tried to take the ashes out of the carpet. "Why can't you do anything normal? You spend all your time in your room looking up spells! You don't even look normal, teenage girls wear make-up and go out but of course you don't! I wish your mom never had you, you were just a mistake!" Her father looked at her and immediately felt bad, but he couldn't handle how abnormal she was. Hermione just sat and cried while her father left her alone.
'I am a mistake. Nobody likes me at school….. I'm just the book worm.' Hermione cried herself to sleep for the rest of the vacation, but the Monday before she had to go to school, she finally decided to do something about it. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, wand in hand…………….
Hermione tried out her new look, she fixed her hair but still needed the clothes to go with it. That's when she decided to go shopping with her child hood friend, Lana. Lana was a witch too, but went to an American school. She knew what the new style was so they went shopping all over London to find Hermione's old look. After they got home, Hermione told Lana that she needed to read a little before school started.
"Okay Hermione, you can't just change your style, you have to change the way you act. No more school books except for homework." Lana instructed.
"Then what do I do?"
"Gossip, flirt with boys, you know." Lana looked like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Why?" Hermione asked. Surely she could still study, even if she did want to change, she wondered if it was the better way to go, but after Lana pointed out the way Hermione always complained to be the 'abnormal' one, and immediately she remembered the night when her father yelled at her. Hermione looked herself in the mirror. 'This is for the better,' she thought.