A/N: Just letting everyone know, I will consider requests :)

Hermione finished the letter with a small smile on her face and placed in gently on her office desk. Glancing at her watch, her eyes widened as she quickly grabbed her briefcase and rushed from the room. In her haste, she forgot to put away the tiny time turner she had been inspecting. Crookshanks lifted his head up from the nap he had been taking and lazily stood up to follow his mistress out of the room. Jumping onto the table, he didn't notice when his long tail brushed against the time turner; the object shattering as it crashed onto the table.

The sands of time spilled onto the letter. Slowly, it began to fade away until there was no sign that it had ever been there.

A 10- year old Hermione Granger walked stiffly into her room and shut the door firmly. For a moment, she just stood there; making sure that her worried parents hadn't followed her up here… and then promptly burst into tears.

It was so unfair, she thought as tears started leaking from her eyes. She wanted to make friends too! But whenever she tried, they would yell at her for being a know-it-all and a nerd, and then forcefully shove her away. So she, in her depression, would try and read more books in the hopes that someday she would be accepted by them.

Wistfully, she let her mind wander into daydreams where she was laughing and talking with her friends and everyone was nice and friendly. So caught up in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice the envelope sitting on the floor of her bedroom until she slipped on it, landing painfully on her bottom.

At first, her bottom lip trembled slightly. After such a hard day of being bullied, she slipped and fell? But then she became curious about the paper that was sitting innocently next to her. She was a natural neat-freak and there was no way that she would just leave a slip of paper on the ground. Picking it up, Hermione realized that she had never seen it before in her life. And there was also the fact that it was written on a thicker and rougher paper than what she used in school. It was parchment, she thought. She had read about it in a book last year but had never seen one other than in pictures.

Slowly, she flipped the envelope over and saw the words To Hermione printed neatly on the back. Her curiosity sky-rocketed. Who would write to her? And how did they get it into her room?

The girl hurriedly opened it up and unfolded the paper inside.

'Dear My ten-year old self,

I know this might sound a bit silly, but Ron got this idea in my head and I just couldn't stop thinking about it. So, I decided to write to my ten-year old self. Anyways, as you probably know by now, this is Hermione speaking.

I think around this time you were being bullied for being a brainiac. You're feeling hurt and angry and the loneliness is a constant ache in your heart. All I can say is, don't worry about it. Those people don't matter. Later on, you'll find friends who are so dear to you, that you would do anything for them. There's Harry, who's a natural leader and takes everything on his shoulders. Sometimes I think he likes playing the hero a bit, but hey, everyone has their flaws. And then there's Ron, who's dense and has no tact; but he's also brave and loyal too. You'll go through hardships, pain, loss, and tears for them; but you'll get through it because you are a strong girl and well, I've been through it myself and I'm still here aren't I?

I'm about to get married, did you know? To Ron, the one I mentioned above. He's not perfect, and far from a gentleman, but I honestly love him so much that it hurts to think of life without him.

Well, I think that's enough rambling for now. Stay strong and keep believing in yourself. Don't you dare let anyone make you think that you're lower than you are.

From, Hermione'

Hermione sniffled as once again, she started crying. She was a logical person, so she shouldn't believe the letter really came from the future. There was no such thing as sending something back in time. But still, she couldn't help but feel her confidence rise up again. As her parent's called her down for dinner, she stood up suddenly and ran out of the room; the letter in her hand fluttering down under her bed and resting there.

It was all but forgotten as she went to school again the next day, and the bullying starting anew.

"Ron!" Hermione called. "Help me lift the bed!"

She was in her old room, moving her things to their new house. Most of her belongings had already been migrated out of the room and all that was left was the bed.

"Have you gone mad? Are you a witch or not?" Ron yelled back up from downstairs.

Hermione smiled slightly at the words that Ron had shouted to her during their first year. Going through the necessary wand movements, she said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The bed lifted into the air and Hermione spotted something lying on the ground. Placing the bed down again, she bent down and picked up the envelope. It was yellowed and dusty with age, but the words To Hermione were printed there as clear as day.