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Chapter 1: Good Morning!
Hermione Granger sat at her window seat and looked out on the bleary London morning.
Happy Birthday to me, she thought. It was 5:30 on a Saturday morning, an ungodly hour, but she was restless. Her mind wandered back to the past few weeks. After her sixth year of Hogwarts had let out, tension between Voldemort and the order reached a climax. Harry had run of, thinking he was protecting his loved ones by doing so, and confronted Voldemort. By the time the order got to him, he was unconscious next to a dead Voldemort. No one could figure out quite what had happened and Harry refused to talk. Now she was seventeen, and looking forward to the rest of her vacation.
She had been looking out the window for a while when she heard a voice downstairs. Mom must be up, she thought. Easing herself on her feet and pulling on a robe, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen.
"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs. A tall woman in a slinky black dress and curly black hair stood up from the kitchen table and stared at her with piercing blue eyes. Hermiones scream faltered at the proud face.
"Honestly! Coming down here and screaming your head off! Is that any way to greet us?"
"And who exactly are you?" Hermione managed to get out weakly, eying the man behind her, shushing a bundle in his arms. The woman stepped closer and put her arms on the shoulders of a still quite shocked and subdued Hermione Granger.
"We are Bryson and Charlene Emsley, and you my dear, are Alyanna Hermione Emsley, our daughter."
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