Chapter 14
"Little Hermione"
Little Hermione was taken to her rural home just a few minutes outside of London. Her home was a two-storied old country home that her father's parents gave to them. It had old blue window shutters, chipping white paint, and a tiny front porch. Rose bushes dominated the space in the front lawn. Oak trees clung to the old dirt near the home. Hermione had spent her first few years outside, playing on the old tire swing, hiding in her mother's rosebushes, or constantly, reading a book under her favorite tree.
Her parents ran a small dentistry inside one of the rooms. Hermione would watch as various children and adults entered her home, occasionally hearing a child cry. Her parents rarely allowed Hermione to eat anything sweet, claiming sugar ruined your teeth. On one occasion when her parents gave her a sugar-free chocolate bar, Hermione had found that the "Sugar Free Sweet Bar" had somehow changed into a "Hershey's Bar."
Over the years, Hermione had experienced strange occurrences. One year, Hermione "accidentally" cut her mother's roses off the bush, crying hysterically while running to her mother. Her mother investigated, only to find all the roses still on the bush.
"Oh honey, you must have fallen asleep and dreamt you cut the roses." said her mother.
Hermione had unburied her face from her hands to see the roses, though slightly more beautiful, on the bushes.
When Hermione had started school at the tender age of seven, she became an instant outsider. A girl named Polly Brown and her group of friends picked on Hermione. Hermione had wild, bushy chocolate brown hair, buck teeth, and had a very scrawny body. She hid away during recess, reading away, ignoring the grunge of loneliness and the teasing from her peers.
Though she had somehow caused Polly's hair to turn green, her food that was a stale peanut butter sandwich to become a tray of spaghetti, her teacher's chalkboard erasers to hit her in the head, Hermione deemed herself a freak. It wasn't until she turned eleven that Hermione hid her strange experiences from her parents.
On a bright sunny day in July, Hermione received a letter from a snowy barn owl. Hermione's parents thought it strange when the owl dropped a cream colored envelope on Hermione's head.
"Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
we are please to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date of which shall be duly revised. Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the lost of requirements attached herewith. We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwart's heritage.
Minerva McGonnagal, Hogwarts Headmistress"
Hermione was stunned. She was going to attend a school for wizards and witches. She knew then that all those strange occurrences meant. She cried softly, tears of joy. She was going to be a witch. Her parents, though still a bit shocked, hugged their daughter.
"My little girl, clever and pretty, going to be a witch. I'm so proud of you." her mother cried as she crushed her daughter in her embrace.
Hermione spent the next day exchanging muggle money for wizard money. She walked around with her list of things to get for school. She was dressed in her favorite pair of jeans and an old, pink t-shirt that was beginning to become too short on her. When Hermione had entered one store, Hermione gazed at its many books and things. Hermione looked around, completely engrossed with a book over basic charms and spells when a man with long, white hair and a long white beard entered. He had half-moon glasses and a pair of dark blue robes. He greeted the store clerk before turning to walk down the aisle Hermione was in.
Hermione looked at the man, she knew she knew him from somewhere, but where? She placed the book she was reading down and turned to the man.
"Excuse me sir, but are you Professor Dumbledore?" she asked.
The man stopped and looked at her.
"Why, yes." said Professor Dumbledore
"Hi, my name is Hermione Granger. I will be attending Hogwarts this year." she said. "Do you happen to teach transfiguration?"
Dumbledore looked at the girl. She closely resembled somebody.
"No, not currently, for I am the head master, but I did for many years." he replied.
He noticed Hermione's cinnamon colored eyes, her bushy hair that was the color of chocolate. He had seen so many girls just like he before, so many which closely resembled one particular woman. Dumbledore had tried so many times to find the girl, the girl who was that woman reborn, but all the girls he had suspected were just dead ends.
"Tell me, how old are you?" he asked.
"I'll be eleven years old this November 11." Hermione said.
Dumbledore nodded. Several of the other girls he had come across were born on that date.
"Do you know what time you were born?" he asked her.
"At exactly 11:59 PM. The doctor wanted to round it off to midnight so my birthday would be on November 12, but mom protested, saying that her intuition wanted it to be on November 11." she said.
"Okay, same time like some of the few girls." Dumbledore thought.
"If I could ask, of which magical family have you descended from?" he asked.
Hermione starred at him. Why was he asking her all the questions?
"Um, I actually have no magical folks at all on either side of my family. I'm what you might call of muggle descent." she said.
Dumbledore needed to know just one more thing. All the facts this girl had just given him were starting to fit in, especially that she was of muggle descent.
Hermione had accidentally caused a book to fall off the shelf. She bent over to pick it up. Dumbledore saw the truth on the small of Hermione's back. The sign he was searching for all these years. Three tiny stars crowned a full moon. It was not a tattoo, but a birthmark, though it looked too perfect to be a birthmark. That very mark resembled what the stars and moon looked like that very night, that very instant, that Katrina died. Now, Dumbledore knew he had found her, reborn.
"Well, I most certainly look forward to seeing you Miss Granger." he said as he began to walk away. "Oh, I would recommend you read that book you just picked up."
Hermione watched as the headmaster of her school left. She looked at the book she was holding. It was very old for the dark red leather covered was severally faded. The pages were etched in gold.
"The Magic of Reincarnation" the title bared. Hermione wondered why Professor Dumbledore told her to read the book. She bought it, wrapped it up in an old bed cloth, and put it in her closet. She felt that a time would come when she would need it.
"Little Hermione"
Little Hermione was taken to her rural home just a few minutes outside of London. Her home was a two-storied old country home that her father's parents gave to them. It had old blue window shutters, chipping white paint, and a tiny front porch. Rose bushes dominated the space in the front lawn. Oak trees clung to the old dirt near the home. Hermione had spent her first few years outside, playing on the old tire swing, hiding in her mother's rosebushes, or constantly, reading a book under her favorite tree.
Her parents ran a small dentistry inside one of the rooms. Hermione would watch as various children and adults entered her home, occasionally hearing a child cry. Her parents rarely allowed Hermione to eat anything sweet, claiming sugar ruined your teeth. On one occasion when her parents gave her a sugar-free chocolate bar, Hermione had found that the "Sugar Free Sweet Bar" had somehow changed into a "Hershey's Bar."
Over the years, Hermione had experienced strange occurrences. One year, Hermione "accidentally" cut her mother's roses off the bush, crying hysterically while running to her mother. Her mother investigated, only to find all the roses still on the bush.
"Oh honey, you must have fallen asleep and dreamt you cut the roses." said her mother.
Hermione had unburied her face from her hands to see the roses, though slightly more beautiful, on the bushes.
When Hermione had started school at the tender age of seven, she became an instant outsider. A girl named Polly Brown and her group of friends picked on Hermione. Hermione had wild, bushy chocolate brown hair, buck teeth, and had a very scrawny body. She hid away during recess, reading away, ignoring the grunge of loneliness and the teasing from her peers.
Though she had somehow caused Polly's hair to turn green, her food that was a stale peanut butter sandwich to become a tray of spaghetti, her teacher's chalkboard erasers to hit her in the head, Hermione deemed herself a freak. It wasn't until she turned eleven that Hermione hid her strange experiences from her parents.
On a bright sunny day in July, Hermione received a letter from a snowy barn owl. Hermione's parents thought it strange when the owl dropped a cream colored envelope on Hermione's head.
"Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
we are please to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the date of which shall be duly revised. Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the lost of requirements attached herewith. We very much look forward to receiving you as a part of the new generation of Hogwart's heritage.
Minerva McGonnagal, Hogwarts Headmistress"
Hermione was stunned. She was going to attend a school for wizards and witches. She knew then that all those strange occurrences meant. She cried softly, tears of joy. She was going to be a witch. Her parents, though still a bit shocked, hugged their daughter.
"My little girl, clever and pretty, going to be a witch. I'm so proud of you." her mother cried as she crushed her daughter in her embrace.
Hermione spent the next day exchanging muggle money for wizard money. She walked around with her list of things to get for school. She was dressed in her favorite pair of jeans and an old, pink t-shirt that was beginning to become too short on her. When Hermione had entered one store, Hermione gazed at its many books and things. Hermione looked around, completely engrossed with a book over basic charms and spells when a man with long, white hair and a long white beard entered. He had half-moon glasses and a pair of dark blue robes. He greeted the store clerk before turning to walk down the aisle Hermione was in.
Hermione looked at the man, she knew she knew him from somewhere, but where? She placed the book she was reading down and turned to the man.
"Excuse me sir, but are you Professor Dumbledore?" she asked.
The man stopped and looked at her.
"Why, yes." said Professor Dumbledore
"Hi, my name is Hermione Granger. I will be attending Hogwarts this year." she said. "Do you happen to teach transfiguration?"
Dumbledore looked at the girl. She closely resembled somebody.
"No, not currently, for I am the head master, but I did for many years." he replied.
He noticed Hermione's cinnamon colored eyes, her bushy hair that was the color of chocolate. He had seen so many girls just like he before, so many which closely resembled one particular woman. Dumbledore had tried so many times to find the girl, the girl who was that woman reborn, but all the girls he had suspected were just dead ends.
"Tell me, how old are you?" he asked.
"I'll be eleven years old this November 11." Hermione said.
Dumbledore nodded. Several of the other girls he had come across were born on that date.
"Do you know what time you were born?" he asked her.
"At exactly 11:59 PM. The doctor wanted to round it off to midnight so my birthday would be on November 12, but mom protested, saying that her intuition wanted it to be on November 11." she said.
"Okay, same time like some of the few girls." Dumbledore thought.
"If I could ask, of which magical family have you descended from?" he asked.
Hermione starred at him. Why was he asking her all the questions?
"Um, I actually have no magical folks at all on either side of my family. I'm what you might call of muggle descent." she said.
Dumbledore needed to know just one more thing. All the facts this girl had just given him were starting to fit in, especially that she was of muggle descent.
Hermione had accidentally caused a book to fall off the shelf. She bent over to pick it up. Dumbledore saw the truth on the small of Hermione's back. The sign he was searching for all these years. Three tiny stars crowned a full moon. It was not a tattoo, but a birthmark, though it looked too perfect to be a birthmark. That very mark resembled what the stars and moon looked like that very night, that very instant, that Katrina died. Now, Dumbledore knew he had found her, reborn.
"Well, I most certainly look forward to seeing you Miss Granger." he said as he began to walk away. "Oh, I would recommend you read that book you just picked up."
Hermione watched as the headmaster of her school left. She looked at the book she was holding. It was very old for the dark red leather covered was severally faded. The pages were etched in gold.
"The Magic of Reincarnation" the title bared. Hermione wondered why Professor Dumbledore told her to read the book. She bought it, wrapped it up in an old bed cloth, and put it in her closet. She felt that a time would come when she would need it.