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Introduction

Hermione rolled over and looked at her alarm clock. It was 4 in the morning. Another dream had woken her up. She yawned and got up to use the bathroom. As she washed her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. It was amazing how beautiful this woman had become at 17. Her hair cascaded in soft ringlets half way down her back. Her eyes were a deep rich honey color. She had also inherited the body of a goddess. She sighed and walked back into her bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled out her journal and wrote the latest installment of her dream in it. In the dream, she is being pursued by a boy. A very perfect boy. She never sees his face (or, at least she never remembers is), nor does she know his name. All she knows is that she's 100% happy when she's with him. She'd been having this ongoing dream for almost a month now. Every night it lasted longer and was filled with more and more vivid details. Hermione closed her journal and put in on her nightstand. She glanced at her calendar. It informed her that she only had 3 more days at home. She turned her lamp out and climbed back into bed, waiting for her dream to haunt her once more.

Chapter 1 – Ready to Go

"Hermione, breakfast!!" Hermione's mother called from downstairs. Hermione stood in her pajamas still trying to figure out what to wear. She couldn't remember the exact moment she became a girl and started wearing makeup and caring about her clothes, but she definitely did now. She had 7 shirts lying on her bed. She was going to wear a jean skirt; she already knew that. But only because she wanted to wear her new sandals. She thought she looked great in them, and she hoped that maybe one or more of the many boys at Hogwarts would think the same. Her mother yelled for her again. Hermione gave up for the mean time and trod down the stairs for breakfast with her parents.

"Morning sweetie," her father greeted her. Hermione kissed his cheek before sitting down. Her mother put a plate of French toast in front of her and then set a syrup bottle next to the plate. Hermione helped herself to the orange juice as her father got up to leave for work.

"Can't you go in late today, Daddy? I want you to see me off on my last trip to Hogwarts." Hermione said as she cut her French toast.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione. I really wish I could. But we have 3 sick nurses and we need all the help we can get in the office. Teeth don't pull themselves, sweetie." Hermione's mother laughed.

"Bye sweetheart. Drive carefully." She kissed him once before he walked to Hermione's side of the table.

"I want you to know that I am very proud of you. Even though this is your 7th and final year, you still have your whole life ahead of you. Enjoy the last months you have as a child. Studying is important, but don't forget to have fun too. Now, I don't want you to think that we bought you that owl just to look at. You better write us and write us often. Good-bye sweetie. I love you." Her father kissed her hair and stood to leave.

"Bye Daddy. I love you, too," Hermione said as she sprang up to hug her father before he left. She knew it would be a long time before she saw him again. "I'll have fun, I promise. And I'll write once a week." At that exact moment, something tiny zoomed through the open window and started flying around the room. Hermione's father rolled his eyes.

"Hermione, honestly. If your friend Ron is going to write you so often, PLEASE have him send a different owl!" Mr. Granger said as he ducked just in time to avoid getting thumped by Pig. He gathered his things and very carefully made his way out of the house. Pig was still at it, zooming around Hermione's head in circles. Ron had owned Pig for over 3 years now, but every time Pig got to deliver a letter, he was just as excited as he was the first time. Hermione's mother grabbed a larger paper sack and held it up near Hermione's head. Pig wasn't paying any attention and flew right into the bag (as he always does). Hermione reached inside and as soon as she had untied her letter, Pig was zooming around the room again. The letter was just a note from Ron suggesting what Hermione could get Harry for his birthday. Hermione smiled and folded up the letter. Hermione's mother shooed Pig out the window.

"Well, you better get the rest of your stuff down here. We need to leave in less than 10 minutes if you want time to shop around Diagon Alley," her mother reminded her. Hermione needed to get that present for Harry. She ran upstairs to get her things, groaning when she saw her bed. She still had to get dressed. Being a girl definitely had its drags. She chose a shirt out of haste and threw it on. She packed the rest of her shirts into her trunk and lugged it downstairs.