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The Beginning by Mischief_managed18

Format: Novella
Chapters: 9
Word Count: 15,631
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: General, Humor, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Seamus, Neville, Draco, Dean, Ginny, Blaise (M)
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Cho, Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Hermione/OC

First Published: 10/25/2011
Last Chapter: 12/14/2013
Last Updated: 12/14/2013


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A story about Hermione Granger and how her life began.

Chapter 1: The Letter

Here I am with yet another story. This idea popped into my head during class and I couldn't get it out. So please please please read and review.

A huge thanks to all of you who did review for this story- and to MadiMalfoy for reading my chapters and editing for me. :)

I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. That mass of brown bushy hair, my big brown eyes, my awfully large front teeth, and the splash of freckles across my nose. My mum liked to joke around and say that my hair was that big because of all the information I held inside my head. I was always looking for new information—I loved learning.

My mother’s hair is gorgeous, of course. Long, brown, shiny, a mass of curls that manages to stay tame from the top of her head down to her waist. If only I were that lucky. I knew I wasn’t pretty, but I wish I could feel like I belonged somewhere.

My name is Hermione Jean Granger. I’m eleven years old and just about to finish up another year of school. Each year I finish school is bitter sweet. I absolutely love learning. The thrill of retaining new knowledge and being able to recite it at a later time. The rush I get when I can answer a teacher’s question correctly.

I don’t exactly pride myself in being a know-it-all; it just gives me something to do. Because of it, I’ve never really had any friends. I’m sort of a loner at school. I eat by myself, I spend any breaks reading to learn more, and I leave lunch early so I can sit in the classroom and talk to my teacher.

 I’m always being picked on by other kids. Boys especially. They taunted me telling me how ugly I was, how obnoxious, I was a know-it-all, a teacher’s pet, and several other names I don’t wish to repeat. I try not to let it get to me, but some days it’s harder than others.

Then, there’s my home life. Not that it’s bad, I’m not abused either verbally or physically, but I’m just sort of not there. My parents love me very much but they’re very quiet people. They’re dentists and work long days only to come home, have dinner with me, then retire to their rooms after very little or no conversation. I’m an only child and the kids of the neighborhood all attend my school too, so it gets to be lonely wherever I go.

I’m also a sort of freak. You see, things happen when I want them to, without me actually doing them, even when they shouldn’t happen.

I know it doesn’t make much sense, but one day after school a boy was being particularly rude to me, pushing me around and calling me names. I wanted nothing more than to get away from him and I closed my eyes right before he took a swing at me. I nearly let out a whimper expecting the pain, but when it didn’t come, I opened my eyes only to find myself standing in my bedroom. 

Back to why school ending is bitter sweet, on the one hand, I’m free of the constant ridicule.  On the other, I no longer have that one place I actually feel at home, even though I don’t feel as if I belong.  I’ve never had that feeling of belonging; I feel like there’s a chunk of my life missing.

So here I am, staring at myself in the mirror and wondering when my life will begin. Not that I’m not living, I’m doing my best, but I need to be going somewhere.

*~*~*~*~ Summer Break  *~*~*~*~

 It began like any other day during my long summer. I sat underneath the large tree in a park near my house. I had discovered it only weeks ago when school ended.

It was my place to get away from the house, to stay cool, and best of all, my place to read. The tree itself was a large weeping willow that sat next to a large pond. No one ever came to this part of the park; they all stayed near the playgrounds and pathways.  It was my escape.

I sat there reading my book when I heard a rustling noise. I pushed it away as my imagination and allowed my focus to go back to my book.

I heard the noise again and looked around, not seeing anyone. A loud noise sounded and then a burst of light came through the branches, a large bird had flown through the branches near the top. I nearly gasped as I realized it was an owl. The owl swooped down and dropped something next to me before flying off. I didn’t know what to do but I realized it was an envelope and it was addressed to me.

Hermione Jean Granger

Under the Willow Tree

At this point my hands were shaking. I turned the envelope over and there was a sort of coat of arms. It looked like a badge with an “H” in the middle and 4 sections. Each section had an animal: a snake, a lion, a raven, and a badger. There was a deep red wax seal again with an “H” in the center. What could this be? I ripped it open and unfolded the paper inside, my hands still shaking.

To: Miss Hermione Granger

      Under the Willow Tree


Dear Miss Granger,

                We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term will begin on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. I understand that because you are not of magical origins you do not have an owl to mail your response. We will be sending an owl every week until 31 July so that you have several opportunities to send your response.


Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Witchcraft? Wizardry? Magic? I didn’t understand. That would mean I was a witch. OH MY GOD. I’M A BLOODY WITCH! I checked the envelope again and found two separate lists. One for books I would need, and one for everything else.

There was also another piece of paper explaining how I could go about getting to where I need to buy the supplies and that I could bring my parents along, as well as a paper telling me I could write the headmistress any time if I had any further questions.

My heart skipped a beat. I slammed my book shut, grabbed all the papers and ran home as quickly as I could. My name is Hermione Granger and my life is about to begin.


Alright guys so my plan is to make one story per book. I might possibly combine Sorcerer's Stone and Chamber of Secrets but we'll see how it goes. It's basically going to be Hermione's POV for the series but I'm making some minor and some major changes. Let me know what you think of them when you come across them. I would love to hear what you guys think!! 

Please review! I want your thoughts.