Disclaimer: I am not in possession of the Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling nor do I own the Marvel Cinematic Universe

Due to major demand, everyone is looking for a first official chapter to this hopefully good story. I have never written a one-shot series, I have in the past wrote stories that went so far from tangent that nothing would fix them and I also have written the total of 1 one-shot so this should do better than my past works.

Also if you have noticed, I changed some of the information on who Hermione dates later because I actually wasn't comfortable with them ending up together in my story (don't get me wrong, dramione is my OTP) so I made a change that I'm not gonna reveal until I get to them meeting.

Someone by the name of Comic Critic has requested for it to be more than 500 words. If anything each chapter will most likely have 1000+ words so don't worry butterfly. Also thank you to patty cake rocks, neah20, Sagitarscorpion1 and Hannah Bowers for their reviews also.

On to the first chapter.


HPOV:

I was sitting in the living room of my dad and I's current apartment in Orlando, as there is less people here, even though if you Disneyland is close by, which is good for daddy's green situation. My name is Hermione Carina Banner and I am eleven years old. I enjoy reading books and helping my dad with his work.

Yes, my dad is the hulk. No, that does not mean that I am green or turn green when angry. I do not possess any hulk qualities, but sometimes when I am angry weird things happen, like the other day- which may be the reason we moved away from Utah recently.


School, Utah flashback

I was in school, it was time for lunch and I ate mine and then went outside with the other kids in my class and I went straight to the big tree that provided a lot of shade and took out the play, A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare as I was named after one of the characters, when the main bully in my class, (well my main bully) Timothy Redhawk, walked over and stood in front of me with his 'posse' standing on either sides of him.

"Hello freak," he had greeted me with "What are you reading now freak?" he asked thinking he was so cool and smart with his name calling tactics.

"A Midsummer Night's Dr-" but before I could finish the boy snatched the book from my hands and looked at it himself.

"You don't deserve this freak. It's too old and smart from someone like you." Timothy told me smugly with his 'friends' laughing. That's when I got really angry, you see the book was the only thing that I had that my mother had left me that was still intact and this boy had taken it and proclaimed it his.

I glared at the boy and then the book, which the boy had stupidly held open in his hands, snapped shut inclosing his fingers in side and then began to lift, releasing his hands and repeatedly hit him on the head. The boys 'friends' ran far away from him and every time he would try and protect himself the book would hit him harder and I was in such a state of shock that all I could do was stare at him.

The boy ran ramped around the playground and I couldn't move –even though this has happened before- and then when the boy was closer to me the book flew back to me and into my arms.

'We're going to be moving again I just know it' I thought to myself as I saw one of the head teachers come outside and going over to the boy to inspect his injuries and him pointing over to me.

I was brought to the principal's office, where she looked over my record and told me –like many of the other times that this happened- that I have been in this position more than once and that I was a very bright pupil and that I needed to get my act together, or I would be suspended for a week, and that they were going to ring my dad. Yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah.

And so my dad came down to the school and I was made to side outside of the room and ten or so minutes later he came out and held out his hand for me to take and I place it in his and lifted my bag.

"We moving again?" I asked him as he took my bag from me and put it on his shoulder.

"Yep." He said and we walked out of the school.


Then there was a loud knock on the front door of the house, normally I wasn't allowed to open the door but dad was out in the 'shed' AKA his lab where he was trying to look for a way to reverse his transformation into the 'other guy' as he calls it.

I pulled open the door to an elder woman, with a witch's hat, with a few feathers sticking out from it, a green velvet robe and a black turtleneck dress standing on the doorstep.

"Hello, I'm looking for a Miss Hermione Banner, of 234 Kenneth's Street, Orlando, Third room to the right of the stairs?" the lady said.

"That's me. Who are you?" I asked her inquisitively.

"Oh, sorry my dear I am Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. May I come in?" She asked me kindly.

"Oh, yeah sure." I said and moved back a bit and let her in. I closed the door behind her and showed her towards the living room that I was previously in and we sat down on the seats.

"Hermione, what did I say about opening the door? You don- oh sorry, where are my manners? Hello, I'm Bruce Banner and you are?" Dad said, coming in to the house through the back door and walking through the archway that connected the kitchen to the living room.

"Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, your daughter Hermione has been offered a place to learn about her magic and to control it." The professor calmly told my dad.

"I don't understand, Hermione hasn't applied for a school in England and I don't believe you." Dad told the professor.

"Well, Miss Banner has had her name down since she was born and as you are a muggle, I don't think that you would believe me. But has Hermione ever done something unexplainable? Whenever she angry, scared or happy?" The professor questioned dad.

"Yeah, I have. Just last week my book flew around hitting a boy who took it from me." I told the lady, sliding closer to her in my chair.

"Okay, somethings have happened but you haven't shown us anything." Dad told her with his arms crossed in front of his body.

Then the professor took out a stick from her robe and tapped herself on the head and she grew smaller and smaller and her features changed and she was a cat. An actual cat! She jumped up onto me and rubbed her head against my stomach and I stroked her, with my hand shaking.

She then jumped off me and on the ground where she changed back into herself again. "How about that Mr Banner? Believe that I am a witch now?" McGonagall asked him.

The two Banner's stared at the witch in awe and amazement. "Okay I believe you but how is Hermione going to be transported to this school?" Dad asked the lady, after he got over what he had just witnessed.

"Well, there is a few ways that Miss Banner can get to and from the school. But first I need to give Miss Banner her acceptance letter, her ticket for the train to the school and her supplies list." McGonagall said and place her hand in her robe again and put her wand away and replaced it with a parchment envelope, and handed it over to me.

I ripped open the envelope to two pieces of A4 paper and a train ticket with 9 ¾'s on it. "I'll be coming here on the 1st of July to go and collect your school supplies." McGonagall said then she twisted on her heel and disappeared with a loud 'POP'.


And we're gonna leave it there. So that's the insight into my writing style, and Hermione has got her Hogwarts letter. I do take chapter ideas, but I have decided who Hermione ends up with but not sure when I will get them to meet. But here's the first official chapter. This chapter didn't go as I wanted to when I began but it's done now.

Also please do not hassle me for chapters because writing is only a hobby and it's meant to be entertainment so I want to make it the best for you's. Also I apologise in advance if my spelling and grammar is not the best or correct. I will try to get a few chapters up a month but do not expect me to have a new chapter written each week on a certain day because as I said writing is a hobby and I will only write when I have a plan on what it is and if I feel like it.

Review, favourite and follow if you like. Also thank-you to everyone who is following this story and has favourited it already, I didn't think a lot would at the start as it's only the backstory of Hermione's life.

Signing out,

Emma