A/N: Holy guacamole, my dear readers. It's been like forever since I've looked at this story. But people keep reviewing, and I love reviews and I love my readers, and therefore I have decided to take this back up again now that I kind of know where it's going. With that said, read on!

It was a typical August morning in the Granger household; Mr. and Mrs. Granger had left for work, a dental association that they managed. Ten-year-old Hermione sat in her dressing gown at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and reading a thick book. Her current read was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, which she had already read several times.

However, she was interrupted from Heathcliff's angst-ing by three sharp taps on the windowsill. Her head snapped up, but she couldn't see anyone there. Shrugging, Hermione went back to her story.

A few minutes later, the tapping was heard again. She sighed, marked her page, and went over to the window to investigate. The moment she opened the sill, however, a large bird fluttered into the house.

Hermione chased it around the kitchen, silently willing it to not ruin anything that she might get blamed for. After a good fifteen minutes, both bird and girl were getting exhausted. Wordlessly, as a last attempt, Hermione held out her arm and beckoned the bird toward her. It looked at her proffered wrist for a few short moments, and then, deciding that it would be safe, flew over and perched itself on her arm.

Upon closer inspection, she identified it as a tawny owl from one of her nature books, and also saw that it had an envelope tied to one of its legs. Fumbling to untie the twine with one hand, she finally got the letter free and transferred the owl to the windowsill. Hermione made to place the envelope on the post pile for her father to read later, when she saw that the envelope was addressed to her. There, in curly green ink, read Ms. Hermione Granger. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to look…

Hermione regarded the stamp on the back of the letter quickly – It said "Hogwarts" something, whatever that meant – and took in the crimson coat-of-arms seal with a glance, before carefully opening the stiff envelope. She began to read the letter quickly, as was her wont, but her eyes stumbled upon the word 'witchcraft.' Hermione blinked several times, then started over from the beginning.

Dear Ms. Hermione Granger,
You have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hermione didn't need to read any further to know that she was going to accept this school's offer.

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"Hermione, we're home!" Hermione had been in her room, trying to finish Wuthering Heights but with little success. Now that her parents were home, she bolted down the stairs and began talking more quickly than she had in ages.

"I've been accepted to a school called Hogwarts, it's a school of magic, can you believe it, term starts on September first and there's a school list and the headmaster's name is Dumbledore, can you believe that, and oh, it's going to be such fun, so can I go?"

Both her mother and her father looked at her blankly. "Repeat that, please?" Mr. Granger asked. Hermione repeated it more slowly, unable to keep the exhilaration out of her voice. Mr. and Mrs. Granger exchanged a glance, and then her mother smiled.

"Well, would you like to go?"

"Yes," Hermione breathed. "Yes, I would."

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Hugh Granger lay sprawled on his bed, thinking. So, Hermione was now a witch. His only terror was that Hermione would become a Slytherin. He and Jean had tried to extinguish all of the qualities of her Malfoy blood throughout her two short years with them, and he hoped that her kind memories and new mannerisms would be enough to trick the Sorting Hat into not taking her Malfoy past into account.

His wife sat down on the bed next to him.

"Thinking about Hermione?" Jean inquired. Hugh nodded, then joked, "It's been so long since we've used magic, I hope we haven't lost our knack." She chuckled.

"What if she's a Slytherin?" Hugh voiced his fear.

"Then they will train her to be a damn good witch," Jean Granger said simply, before waving him off to bed.