Hey all, this is my first fan fiction, please just read and tell me what you think about it.

Chapter 2

On the ride over to the orphanage Hermione thought about how she would tell Ron and Harry. She thought about just waiting to go back to school then it hit her. Would she be able to back to school? How would she get there? Man this is a bunch of bull shit. I can't believe this; I may not be able to go back to school. Maybe if Mrs. Weasley hears about this she'll come and get me.

Hermione was thinking so hard it was giving her a headache. She was looking out the window. It was a sunny day, but the way Hermione was feeling she would have felt better if it was a rainy day. Hermione looked back into the car and at the police officer. She hadn't even taken the time to look this guy over before they left the house. He was a short guy, who was kind of built. He had brown hair and from what she could see of him from her view it looked like he had blue eyes.

"Which orphanage am I going to," Hermione asked wincing at the thought of living with someone else then her parents; with complete strangers.

"Right now I have to take you to my building to find an orphanage that will take in people like you," he said. Hermione got very suspicious when the officer said 'people like you'.

"What do you mean by that?"

"We found your parents will, and it said that they wanted you to go live with a relative or go to an orphanage that was for witches and wizards," the officer said.

"Oh, you never told me your name," said Hermione getting off the subject of her being a witch, but she was still wondering how he knew she was a witch other than her parents will.

"Officer Banks," he replied.

"Oh, how do you know about me being a witch," Hermione asked.

"Well, I used to be best friends with your dad, before you born, and then one day he tells me that your mom was pregnant. Well I was happy, anyways, when you where born your parents noticed that you where different from other babies. I stayed friends with you dad until they found out that you where a witch," he said then took a dramatic pause.

"I thought he was crazy so I stopped talking to him, but it was in their will that because I was the only one who knew about it that I was the only one to read the will. They had already picked out an orphanage for you just incase they did die before you where old enough to be on your own. All I have to do is make a call, and the place will take you in," Officer Banks wouldn't look at Hermione he kept his eyes on the road.

Well this is comforting my dad's best friend thought he was nutty. Hermione thought to herself. Right now she couldn't wait to get to the orphanage to get away from Officer Banks. Hermione didn't like him that much. Not after what he told her that he thought her dad was crazy.

"Where am I going to stay for now, you know until you can get a hold of the­­­­ ," Hermione couldn't bring herself to say she was going to an orphanage anymore. It hurt too much to think about it.

"Um, I never thought about that, maybe you'll stay over at my house for the night. I have a son your age. You to already have a lot in common," Officer Banks said. Hermione was a little curious to find out what he meant by that remark.

"How do you mean," Hermione asked.

"Well the same year that you where born my wife got pregnant and had a son. It turned out that you two both are magical, after we found out my son was the same as you, I felt like such a prick," Banks said.

"You kind of where, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that," said Hermione. But it was the truth; he had acted like a prick. He knew it already, but it wouldn't hurt to say it for her dad.

"No, your right, where at the Police department," said Banks. He pulled in to an empty parking spot and helped Hermione with her stuff.

The police department was a lot like she thought it would be. It had some extra cell in front of some desks. There where a lot of people in handcuffs, and of course there where police everywhere.

Banks led her into an office and set some of the things he was holding of hers down beside a chair. He sat behind his desk and looked at Hermione. She had been right, he did have blue eyes.

"Why didn't I meat you before I went off to school," Hermione asked.

"I was always busy with work and had no time to go visit," he said closing his eyes.

"Shouldn't you call the place," said Hermione, she didn't want to stay Officer Banks more than she needed to.

"Oh yeah," he said picking up the phone and dialing a number on his desk. He had to sit there a while before he talked to a person on the other line.

"Yes, I would like to speak with the manager, I have a girl that needs to be taken in," Banks had paused and Hermione heard a person talk on the receiver. "Yes, I have a Miss. Hermione Granger hear, and her parents died earlier this morning. She has no family that will take her in and the will said that this was the place to call," he said again Hermione heard another person talking.

"Thanks I'll bring her in tomorrow around twelve o' clock. Thanks again. Oh my name. Officer Charlie Banks. Bye-bye," he said and hung up the phone.

"So I'm set; I guess I'll be out of your hair by noon," Hermione said. Thank goodness I don't think I would be able to stay with him and his family for more than one night.

"What am I going to do for the rest of the day," Hermione asked. Right at that moment it was just now turning 11:00. There was still half a day left to go and she didn't want to spend the rest of her day at the police station.

"Um, I don't know, I could drive you to my house and you can spend the rest of the day there," he said. Hermione didn't want to go, but it was better than staying around here.

"That sounds nice," said Hermione trying to be polite. They got her things together again. Then left and got back into the police curser.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the house. It was a nice little home, just nothing like the house Hermione lived in. I guess this is what I will think every time I go into someone else's house. How shallow do I sound? She thought to herself.