HER(mione) ROYAL HIGHNESS

Thank you to Lady Entity for reviewing! Don't be shy the rest of you… feel free to make my day! Hopefully, these chapters will get longer/ more plotful (my spell check tells me that's not a word, but it should be)… also, I think I did the Kensington postcode right, but I am an American so please correct me, and, as always, all corrections are loved. Hasta hasta, chitos.

Proof:

My name is Charlie (given)

JK Rowling owns Harry Potter (given)

Charlie ≠ JKR (Law of Inequalities… I think)

Charlie does not own Harry Potter (transitive property)

QED

Wow I need a life…

Chapter 2: Dinner and a Letter

"Presenting Their Majesties the King and Queen of the United Kingdom," cried Albert. "Your Majesties, their Royal Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, Princess Hermione of…"

"Oh, Albert Granger, do stop it. We know who our granddaughter is, and they know who we are. Come here, Hermione," commanded Hermione's grandmother in an assertive but loving tone. Hermione ran over to her grandmother with open arms. "Nana!" she cried.

"Let's be seated, then, shall we?" said Albert delicately, as he was deathly afraid of his Master's mother. "And, ma'am," he said, nodding to Hermione, "A letter came for you today in the post. Would you like it now, or later?"

"She can take it later, Albert" said Hermione's grandfather, who was currently playing the latter's seat. "I want to properly speak with my Granddaughter. So, Hermione, how have you been, darling? What did you do today?"

"I have been quite well, Grandfather. Today, Mother and I…" Hermione trailed off as she saw her mother's face. "Today, mother and I… erm… we played at cards." Hermione smiled her charming, grown-up smile. "Yes, it was quite lovely. And we prepared to receive you, Grandfather."

"Mmhm…" her Grandfather sighed. "That's not what I read in this evening's tabloids… Is it Veronica?" he said looking at Hermione's mother.

"Erm, well, yes, Hermione. Why don't you go and see that letter Albert had for you?" Hermione ran off as fast as she could, eager to avoid the battle she knew was to come. She found Albert just off the hall, as shouts of "normal childhood" and "bloody fool" echoed back at her.

"Come, m'lady," said Albert. "I left it in the drawing room." The two proceeded down the hall, Hermione not really caring what it could be. "Here it is, Hermione. Addressed to you. And your parents, but I thought you would prefer to see it yourself."

"Thank you, Albert," she replied primly, determined to show her focus at a time like this. Her shoulders sagged. "Thanks, Albie," she smiled. "Where would I be without you?"

He shrugged. "Back in the dining room." He handed her the letter. The envelope said

Their Royal Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of Camridge

Her Royal Highness Princess Hermione of Cambridge

Kensington Palace

Kensington, London SW7, W8, W14

The top right corner of the envelope had a picture of her Grandfather. She smiled. The top right corner made her excited, though. 'His Majesty's Ministry of Education.' School! She had wondered what she would do now that she was secondary school aged. As much as Hermione loved her governess, Mrs. Granger, Albert's wife, she wanted to be with other children. Being an only child and being educated at home, Hermione didn't have many friends.

She tore open the envelope. "Esteemed Royal Highness," she read out loud. She rolled her eyes and began again.

Esteemed Royal Highnesses:

Your presence is requested at a meeting tomorrow to discuss the future education of your daughter, Princess Hermione of Cambridge. If it is acceptable to you, I shall call upon your home at Kensington tomorrow at three o'clock, as a decision must be made in the immediate future. If this time is unacceptable to you, please send word to my office tomorrow morning. I very much appreciate the time and consideration you are giving to this matter.

Yours Most Sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall

His Majesty's Ministry of Education

Royal Education Coordinator

"Albert, I'm going to school!" cried Hermione. "I'm going to show Mommy and Daddy!" Hermione ran down the hall, without thinking about what was going on in the dining room. "Mommy, Daddy, look!" The room froze, Hermione's grandmother on her feet with her mouth halfway open, Hermione's father also standing up with his eyes boring into his mother. Hermione, oblivious to this scene, continued. "I'm going to school!"

She thrust the letter into her father's hands, who read the letter out loud. "Have you heard of this McGonagall person?" He asked the room at large, thoughts of the argument apparently forgotten in Hermione's excitement.

"No," said the King, "She must be new. Minerva's quite a name, you know. I was going to name you that, if you were a girl, George. Princess Minerva's got quite a ring, don't you think?"

Ignoring his father's jibe, Hermione's father faced his wife. "That time should be alright, shouldn't it, dear? We'll meet with her and see what she has to say, at the least. We should talk about this first… should we be sending Hermione to school?"

"O yes, Daddy, please, I've always wanted to go to school! At least give her a change to say what she has to say!"

"You're right, Princess. Let's dig in, now, shall we?" The rest of the evening passed without event, and Hermione went to bed excited for the next day. What would Professor McGonagall say? Would she finally be able to go to school, to make friends, to be appreciated for herself and not for the HRH before her name? She smiled to herself. Her questions would be answered tomorrow, and the answers would be beyond her wildest dreams.

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