Chapter One: A Witch? (Hermione PoV)
"Hermione, honey, wake up! It's your birthday, you're officially 11!" came my dad's voice from doy the stairs. I yawn as I stretch and take in the morning light streaming from my bedroom window. "Coming Dad!" I holler down the stairs as I staggered down the hall to the bathroom. As usual, my hair was a shaggy, tangled mess and I sighed. "Here goes nothing" I mutter, as I attempt to control my hair. After a quick bathroom break, I made my way downstairs. Our small, cheerful kitchen greeted me. As I sat down, my mom passed me a full English breakfast including bacon, eggs, sausages and more! I was delighted, then suddenly remembered that she had school today. I shuddered as I remember that fateful day after school, when the bullying had begun.
Flashback
Hermione is making her way to a peaceful tree in the school courtyard. She is clutching her book, as if it might fly away. Suddenly dark hands reach out and grab her, dragging her to the back of the school. Panic fills her and she desperately tries to squirm away from her captors. They are too strong and drag her behind the school, where no one could find them. "Look at her, the Teacher's Pet. Asked for extra homework, can you believe it?" came a shrill female voice. I recognized her as one of the "popular" girls in my class. "Lets see how she likes asking for it now!" came another voice, a boy's this time, kicking her straight in the chest. Hermione shrieked, it was so painful! They kept on punching and kicking for another few minutes, then left, looking for more prey. Hermione was left there, moaning, and clutching her ribs. Staggering back to class, she collapses and immediately falls unconscious.
End Flashback
"Hermione, better get ready for school." said Helen, my mom. "K, mum" was my answer. I gathered my books and set off.
After a long 6 hours of school, I finally get home. I plop down on my comfy armchair and start reading. Mum and Dad are working, my nanny, Martha takes care of me. She is currently making dinner. She had just started on the veggies when a tawny brown owl swoopes into the*p house and sits on the edge of one of our chairs. Martha and I scream, trying to bat it away until I see a scroll tied to its leg. "Martha, stop! I think it's carrying something!" I yelled, trying to be heard over the who-whoing of the owl and the smack of wood on wood as Martha's rolling pin missed the owl. Martha calmed for a minute as I untied the letter from the owl. "I'm a...a... WITCH?! How is that possible?" I shout, disbelief filling my features, as I read the letter. "I...I don't know, sweetie." was the only response I got out of Martha.
When my parents got home and had eaten their dinner, we started to discuss the pros and cons of going to this new school, Hogwarts and, ultimately, I was to go. If only I had known what would happen in the years to come.
A/N: Sorry about the length! Review would be nice! Constructive criticism please!