Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, or any of JK Rowling's other characters from her books. I don't own Stephenie Meyer's books either, or Carlisle Cullen. He is just making a guest star appearance. I think. Oh well, we'll see. On with the story!

Chapter Five

Unicorns? Unicorns! There is no such thing as a unicorn!! Sighing in exasperation, I watched as Blaise went up to Ollivander to receive his wand. . . . Unicorns. . . . .Shaking my head once more, my eyes traveled along Blaise's arm as he grasped the wand firmly with his hand. His arm shook slightly with the unfamiliar surge of magic that coursed him, and a huge grin broke out across face. . . . Unicorns. . . I just couldn't let the idea of unicorns being real go. There was no such thing! There was no such thing. . . No such thing. . .Thing. . .

"Hermione?! Hermione?! Hermione Granger, get your arse up right now! You will be late for school!" My eyes snapped open in shock. Was it all a dream? "Hermione Jane Granger, if I have to tell you to get up one more time. . . ."

"Coming mum!" I shouted back. Was it a dream? But, it had all been so vivid! . . . Of course it was a dream. . . . Magic? Unicorns? An Italian father? That could of only happened in my dreams. I slowly slid out of bed and walked over to my closet. Reaching for my uniform, I gingerly noticed that my back wasn't hurting either. Pulling up my shirt, I craned her neck around to see no marks, bruises, cuts, or anything of the such. Thank goodness, that means I didn't spill her guts to Dr. Cullen.

As I finished getting dressed, I grabbed her bag and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Hermione," My mother began, "Don't forget that you are going over to Senta's house today for lunch. Well, here is your lunch, have a good day sweetie. I love you." As she ghugged me, I rolled my eyes. This woman was seriously bipolar

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The morning went by fairly quickly, but I kept getting this feeling that I had gone through it all before. It was almost like deja vu. . . Senta and I had just walked through the door to her house when the phone began to ring. Picking it up, Senta quietly asked, "Hello?" in her soft, yet confident voice. "Yes, mam. I will." Placing the phone back on the receiver, my best friend looked at me and said, "Your mum wants you home, she says its urgent." My eyes widened, was it dad? Had he managed to get hurt somehow? He was a body guard for the Prime Minister, of course, no one knew this but the people he worked with, and me and mum. To everyone else, he was a dentist. Mum was actually a dentist, so I didn't have to lie to everyone about her current occupation.

Racing out of Senta's house, I had millions of scenarios course through my mind. Had he been shot? Was it an assassin? I loved my father, and my mother, just because they didn't treat me very well didn't mean that I didn't love them. After all, they were my parents and I knew that deep down inside they loved me also.

I was on my street now and I could just see my house. The familiar honey colored panels greeted me as my hand wrenched the door open. "Mum, I'm home!" I looked around frantically, where was she?! "What's wrong? Is dad ok?" I ran into the kitchen next. . . .Why did this seem so familiar??

"Hermione? Are you there? Oh, good, you're home. Well, Hermione Jane Granger, you are in so much trouble young lady! What made you think that you could sign up for a club without asking for permission? You better have a good explanation if you know what's good for you!" Wait, what? I hadn't signed up for anything, I was smart enough to know that if I did I would be in tons of trouble.

"Mum, I didn't sign up for anything! I promise mum. I always ask permission before I do something!" I started to cry, "Mum, please believe!" Oh God, I am such a wimp when it comes to me being in trouble. I sometimes wish I wasn't such a goody-two-shoes because then I wouldn't blubber up so much! Then again, I would only get beaten more, better stick with the blubbering.

She slapped me, "I will NOT have lies being told in this house, do you understand me? I have proof, you little bitch! You have just received a letter from something called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! So you think you are a witch huh? Well, you're right! You are a witch, an annoying, arrogant, undeserving little witch!" I stated to shake. I never even heard of this school! Why does the bad stuff always seem to happen to me?

"Mum, I swear I di–" She slapped me again.

"I said, do not lie to me! I have had enough with your constant lying! I am calling your father!" She stormed off, leaving the letter on the table. I picked up the letter, it was addressed to me in green writing.

Hermione Jane Granger

C/O Jane Marie Granger

258 Downing Street

Dorchester, England 55554

I gasped, I knew it! I just knew everything seemed so familiar! I had dreamed this!! I quickly dropped the envelope, maybe if I didn't look at it some things would change. . .

"Hermione! Go to your room now! You are grounded until – Until I say so! Now get!" I immediately raced up the stairs and into my room. My room was my only solace, mum and dad never came up here. Why? I don't think I will ever know.

Looking at the clock, I noticed that it was only one in the after noon, but I was exhausted and confused. Today had seemed so familiar, only this time father didn't punish me. Odd, so very odd. Maybe I ought to just sleep it off. Yes, that is what I should do. Slowly I made my way to my bed and laid myself down. All I needed to do was sleep. . . .

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I know, I know! It has been months since any of you have seen or heard from me! If you want to lynch me now feel free. . . . Cringes Phew! Ok, so ya'll are ok with me? No death wishes????

Ok, so I am so sorry that this chapter is so crappy, I wrote it in like thirty minutes!! In fact I'm working on the next chapter as we speak, and I swear it will be so much better!!! I'm almost done with it!

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