"MUM! DAD!" Hermione ran frantically down the stairs, through the hallway, and into the kitchen.
" What on earth is the matter!" Her dad demanded.
" Look at this letter!" She said as she thrust it at them.
They gave her an inquisitive look, but took the letter and read through it, over and over and over. When they had finally grasped what it meant, they sat down and stared incredulously at their daughter.
" It must be a prank." Her mother said softly, " You can't be witch. I know you've done some unusual and unexplainable things, but you're not a witch!"
"But mum, look at it, it doesn't look like a prank at all. Look at the envelope, look at the seal! It's so, powerful looking! And look at this list of things it's says I need to buy."
As she fumbled with the list, another page fell out. She picked it up and read it out loud to her parents.
Dear Miss Granger,
You must have a lot of questions, but I assure you that this is not a joke. You are a muggle-born witch ( Muggle-born simply means that you were born of non-magical parents). We have observed you and have decided to accept you at our school. You will be given the very best magical education available to you ( as currently there is none) and you will be associated with children of your own kind. To attend Hogwarts you must board the Hogwarts Express, which can be found at King's Cross on Platform 9 ¾, eleven o'clock sharp. No earlier, no later. Your ticket is enclosed. To access Platform 9 3/4 simply walk through barrier between platforms 9 and 10. I will warn you though that muggles cannot enter through this barrier so your parents may not accompany you past that point. I look forward to welcoming you at my marvelous school.
Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore,
Head MasterP.S. You may buy your supplies at Diagon Alley in London. There is a bar called the Leaky Cauldron that only those of the wizarding world can see. The owner, Tom, will help you.
" Well that explains everything quite clearly doesn't it." Her father remarked sarcastically.
" I still don't know what they mean by ' We await your owl'. I don't have an owl!" Cried Hermione, already panicking because she feared that she wasn't properly equipped for something that did not make a bit of sense. But that is just how Hermione is. She always needs to be prepared for everything.
At that moment a tawny owl flew through the open window carrying a letter clutched in its left claw. Hermione's mother screamed and her father let out a yell ofsurprise while he quickly threw his arms around his wife to protect her. The owl alighted on the arm that Hermione held out to it, for she had always had a thing for birds, and gave a playful nip at her fingers. Hermione took the letter from the owl and read the address,
Miss Hermione Granger
226 Leisure Ave
The Kitchen, England
Then she read the letter silently to herself
Dear Miss Granger,
The wizarding world does not use the regular mail. We use owls. You may use this owl for now. Simply tie your acceptance letter to the leg of the owl with a clear address on it and the owl will take it there. You may address it as 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry'. I guarantee that the letter will reach us. Also, we do not use the same money. Our wizarding bank is Gringotts and you may find that in Diagon Alley, they will exchanged your money and explain ours to you there.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Hermione immediately grabbed a piece of paper, an envelope, and a pen. She wrote a short letter saying that she accepted, and that she would be there on September 1. Her parents scrutinized her every move. When she had finished, and the owl had flown away, her father asked her what she had just done.
" I said that I would attend their school."
"You WHAT!" Her father yelled, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND! You don't even know if this real! We have no idea who these people are. Look at the address! They're watching us, I know it! These people could be extremely dangerous!"
"You don't understand!" Screamed Hermione, " I'm not normal! I do unthinkable things at school, I send books flying every where, I make pencils write by themselves! The letter said that I would be with children like me, and that's where I want to go!"
Hermione grabbed the envelopes and letters from her father's hands and ran back upstairs to her room. She threw her self on her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and cried for what must have been hours. Hermione finally sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. She could hear the soft voices of her parents downstairs and shot an angry look at her bookshelf. She had to duck as a book came hurtling at her, and she started to laugh. For the first time, her weird talent had made her happy. She smiled and thought to herself. I can't wait until I can show the kids at my new school what I can do. I bet none of them can do any magic yet. She stopped smiling when she heard her mother's footsteps approaching her door.