Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I own the plot of this story!

Summary: Meet your favorite Harry Potter characters at their pre-school Pigpimples! But there's a twist! When you get your Pigpimples day school letter, it signifies if you're a witch a wizard, not when you get your Hogwarts one!

Facts:

- Hermione's mum's name is Jane

- Hermione's dad's name is David

- Muggle-born's are given port-keys to get to Pigpimples

Hermione age 5

"MUMMY! THERE'S AN OWL AT MY WINDOW!" Hermione screamed at her parents who were making breakfast. Moments later her father mother was at her bedroom door to watch the owl swoop in, drop a sealed envelope on Hermione's princess bed, and fly off.

"Mummy, why did the owl drop post on my bed?" Hermione asked while her mum picked up the letter.

"I don't know honey, let me open it first." Jane said. Hermione watched her eyes scanned over the paper, and then watched her usually tan mother go pale.

"DAVID! COULD YOU COME UP HERE PLEASE?" Jane shouted out the door, clutching the letter in one hand.

"JUST LET ME FINISH THE EGGS OR THEY'LL BURN HONEY!" David screamed back.

"NOW DAVID!" Jane screamed again. Hermione giggled and sat on her bed, playing with the hangings.

"Ok, I'm here, and the eggs are burnt, what do you want?" David said, wiping his hands on his apron that said 'Kiss the Cook'. Jane thrust the letter into his hands. He read it, and then sighed. "Jane, it's true, my grandfathers sister was a witch."

"Daddy, what's going on?" Hermione asked, tugging at her fathers pant leg.

"Hermione, honey, you are a witch, with magic powers." David said bluntly to his five year old.

"I'M NOT A WITCH DADDY! WITCHES ARE GREEN WITH WARTS AND THEY AREN'T REAL!" Hermione screamed.

"Honey, witches do exist, and they have magic powers, like turning mice into teacups." David said, "And the pre-school for witches and wizards is Pigpimples, so that's where you're going."

"Really Daddy? You're not joking? I'm magical? Like unicorns and flying horses and wands?" Hermione said, awed.

"Yep." David said, now sitting down.

"COOL! Can I go please?" Hermione begged, now obsessed with the idea of magic."

"Well Jane, what do you think?" David said, turning to his wife.

"Well, if you're sure it isn't a joke, then it's fine." Jane sighed.

"Ok then, grab onto this sock." David said, pulling a green and purple polka-dotted sock from the envelope.

"Why Daddy?" Hermione asked, obliging.

"It will take us to your school honey." David answered.

5 seconds later, they were whisked off to a 5 story building that said "Pigpimples Pre-School."

A blond women with a clipboard came up to them, "Hi, I'm Anna. I'm the co-owner of this pre-school."

"Hi, I'm Hermione Jane Granger and I'm a witch!" Hermione said proudly.

"You bet you are! The welcoming ceremony will be starting soon, so if you would run along to that group of kids over there while I talk to your parents, it would be very helpful." Anna said, bending down to the small girl's level.

"Okay! Bye Mummy, Daddy, love you!" Hermione said, running over to the group of kids, or more specifically, a small chubby boy with brown hair.

"Hi! I'm Hermione Granger and I'm a witch!" Hermione stated again as she sat next to the boy.

"Hi. I'm Neville and I'm a wizard." Neville said shyly.

"It's nice to meet you Neville! Do you want to play with me before the welcoming ceremony?" Hermione replied, offering a tiny hand.

Neville grasped the hand and answered, "Sure! But can I call you Moine?"

"Of course! But you can't call me Herms, I HATE that name!" Hermione said, shouting out the word HATE! Neville jumped, and Hermione giggled before Neville started tickling her.

a/n Hope you like it! The next chapter is going to be Harry!