A/N Okie Dokie. Here is another one. No pairing for this one, just Hermione. (: Hope you enjoy. The prompt this time was "Forgotten" Again, written for HO homework. (:

Tears staining her cheeks as she came to the horrible realization that she was unwanted. Forgotten in a world that she was sadly apart of. Her entire life she had thought she was different than the rest of the people at her school. She just didn't know how, yet. So there she sat, in the room full of people with loud voices and bad attitudes. Back in the corner of the room with a book in hand of course. She never went anywhere without a book, especially school.

As the bell rang, Hermione sighed before getting up and walking out the door. For an eleven year old, she acted older than her real age and she just turned eleven today. She walked slowly, ignoring the laughing and pointing as she made her way to her mom's car parked outside in the pickup lane at her school. She threw her backpack in the backseat and hoped in the front.

"Hey, Mum," Hermione greeted her mother with a smile

"Hello darling," Her mum answered her. "You father and I have something to tell you when you get home."

"Good or bad?" Hermine asked.

"Depends on how you want to look at it, but I think you'll like it," Hermione's mom explained to her. The rest of the short drive back home was silent. Hermione had opened her book, and finished it before she got out of the car. She sauntered into her house, a bit afraid of what her parents had to tell her, but excited none the less. Hermione walked into the den, where her father was and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good afternoon daddy," she chirped.

"Good afternoon honey. How was school today," he asked.

"Same old, same old," She smiled sadly, one that didn't reach her eyes. Her smiles rarely did.

"Well what your mum and I have to tell you may change your mood," He told her, getting her slightly more excited.

"Okay?" She questioned him.

"This came in the mail for you today," He handed her an opened envelope. She took it carefully, curious as to what she was going to read. She took the parchment out and opened it as she began to read.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Surpreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins as soon as you are enrolled. We await your owl eagerly.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Deputy Headmistriss.

Hermione's eyes were wide with shock. She couldn't believe it was true, it wasn't like she could ever be a witch. She was a nobody. A person that was left in the back of a room, forgotten. Always the person who was picked last for gym class. There was no way she was a witch. Was there?

"Hermione?" She heard a voice call, but this voice wasn't one she recognized. It was coming from a tall, stern-looking woman that had her hair up in a bun. "I know what you are thinking right now, that you don't think you're actually a witch, but you are. You're what we call a muggleborn. A person with nonmagical parents, who's a witch. You're special Hermione," The witch spoke to her the words she had known since she was little.

The images of her being teased in every grade level she was ever in flashed through her mind. The feeling of being forgotten when she was left to sit on a swing alone, with no one to talk to. Only her book in hand as the time progressed. The books eventually got bigger, as did Hermione. This world just opened up more books to her. She smiled as she thought of all the learning possibilities.

"When can I go shopping for the book list?" Hermione asked in a hopeful voice as her parents gave her knowing smile.