A/N: The story will be written in 'firsts' till Hermione is 9 years old, when it will then become more detailed. These might not always be in chronological order!
Hermione had been home from the hospital for 5 months now, and it seemed like she was a very intelligent baby. She didn't like any of the normal baby television programmes, crying when they were on. She was only quiet when the history channel, or her favourite film, Peter Pan, filled with mermaids and magic got turned on.
Alan and Jane had taken to calling her 'their little genius'. They hoped it would be true in the future, they had both done very well at school and they hoped that she would follow in their footsteps.
For a few weeks now, she had been on the verge of her first word. She would open her mouth and it seemed like she had been about to say something, but that's as far as she got. Her parents didn't really mind, after all most children didn't utter their first word until they were about eight months at the earliest, but, of course, it would be brilliant if Hermione managed it early.
Alan had a feeling that Hermione was going to say her first word sometime soon, and, so was very reluctant to leave the house for the busy dentist he worked at. Never the less, he still went to work each day, albeit reluctantly. A Friday in January, however, was the exception, when he proclaimed that he simply knew today was the day that Hermione's first word would be spoken. Jane simply rolled her eyes and laughed.
"If you're here, that means I can have a rest," she smiled. "I assume you know how to change nappies?"
"Umm... sure," he mumbled. "But you know I couldn't miss her first word."
"Alright then, Mr Fortune Teller," she grinned.
The day passed as normal till about 3pm, with Jane having a break and Alan getting to spend some quality time with his daughter.
Jane walked down the stairs to join Alan, who had Hermione sitting on his lap. He was pressing the play button, about to play Peter Pan for the hundredth time.
They had gotten to the bit where Tinkerbell showed up, she was Hermione's favourite character. Hermione started bouncing up and down on her fathers lap excitedly pointing at the screen.
Tinkerbell flew across the screen, and, although it definitely wasn't the first time she had seen this part of the film, Hermione started giggling happily.
What happened next was a shock to Alan and Jane.
With a grin still on her face, Hermione pointed at the fairy soaring across the screen and said quite clearly "Magic,"
Alan and Jane's looks of shock turned to ear to ear grins after a few moments.
"You better not say I told you so," warned Jane, at which they both burst out in fits of laughter.