Title: Dear Diary, Love Hermione, Book 1
Summary: In the summer of 1991, Hermione Granger discovers something that changes her life – she's a witch! Follow Hermione, via the pages of her trusty diary as she enters her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She meets new friends and finds herself in the middle of an exciting mystery... all while trying to keep up with her schoolwork!
Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns the characters and the world of Harry Potter. I do not. I just write stories based on her lovely books. Many quotes in this story will be from the Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, American version. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Note: This story and the writing style is inspired by a Lily/James fan-fiction called "Commentarius" by B.C. Daily. In no way am I trying to take anything from that brilliant author. I love that story.
For those of my readers who follow my "Bonds of Time" story, I will be continuing that. I am starting this story as a result of a plot bunny that would not go away! So yes, both of these stories will be worked on and updated over time.
Meet Minerva McGonagall
Friday, June 19th, 1991 – 22:05
That is how I am supposed to be starting these things right? With a "Dear Diary"? Yes, I think so.
Sorry, this is my first diary I've ever had, and it does not help that I've had a crazy day today. A REALLY crazy day. I don't know really where to begin. I really wanted to write in my diary today, because it was a very nice "school's out!" present from Daddy.
Maybe I should introduce myself.
I am Hermione Granger, age eleven, and I live with my Mum and Daddy, Richard and Helen, in Oxford, England. I just "graduated" from primary school today.
Is it weird to introduce myself to a diary? I know I am just writing my thoughts, but as I said I've never had a diary before so I don't know what I should be writing in it.
Anyway... I feel like I can tell you anything and I've never had anyone that I could tell anything to. Well, there is my parents... but... I meant like friends. I've never really had any good friends.
Nobody at primary school is really friendly to me. I... er... this is hard to admit, but that is what diaries are for, I suppose. I get teased a lot at school. Like for instance, a couple weeks ago I wanted to answer a question my teacher Miss Tracy (yes it is her first name, but it is what she wanted us to call her) asked and I rose my hand eagerly to answer it and this boy in my class, Jimmy Stiggs, who is like the meanest kid around... a big bully... he mimicked me and rose his hand in the same manner as I did. Miss Tracy didn't even see it! She had her back turned to the chalkboard and Jimmy stopped when she turned around. Ugh, I was so angry and...
And... ohh, so that is what she was talking about!
Sorry, you probably don't know what I mean. I am getting ahead of myself.
Well, I was so angry, and next thing I knew, my pencil rolled off my desk and onto the floor... and I didn't touch it or bump into it or anything and it was under my book too!
I thought I was going crazy... but then today... well, something AMAZING happened. But I am getting ahead of myself. I should start from the beginning...
I was in the back seat of my Daddy's town-car as me and my parents headed home from the primary school graduation ceremony. Mum was telling Daddy about a patient of hers that had a in-grown tooth. I tried to distract myself so I wouldn't have nightmares tonight. You see, my parents are dentists and they LOVE their work. I don't see what is great about it, really. Plus they are sugar-phobes... I don't know if it is an actual phobia... I should look that up. They aren't really afraid of sugar, but they are so picky about teeth!
As we pulled onto the street where my house was, Daddy looked through the rear-view mirror at me.
"Oops," he said, "I almost forgot. Look in the pocket in the back of my seat."
I did as was requested and I found...
"A new book!" I squealed, excitably.
It was you, in fact. And when I opened it up, I soon realized the pages were blank. I looked up at Daddy as if it was a joke or something.
"It is blank!" I said, a bit offended. I thought it was fair to take offense, because I am used to thousands of words in my books already printed.
"It is a diary," Daddy said.
"Oh," I said.
As I said earlier I never had a diary before. I just never thought of having one. Don't ask me why.
"I remember being eleven years old and having many thoughts in my head," Daddy said, "I had my own journal from my father and wrote so much in it. I thought you might want a diary of your own."
I was about to say thank you... though not an eager thanks because I wasn't sure at first about having a diary... no offense. But Daddy announced we were home. I smiled and looked up...
And I saw a cat sitting on the front step of our house.
"Did you get me a cat?" I asked, grinning as I looked back at my mother.
"A cat?" Mum asked, "where?"
"There!" I said, pointing at the step.
The cat was gone. I frowned. I really like cats... for years I wanted one, but my parents never let me have one.
"Never mind," I said, sadly.
Daddy parked the car and I got out of it. As I took out my bag, I heard a coughing sound behind me and I swung around. An elderly lady with jet black hair, which was up in a bun, and an outfit that reminded me of something my principal wore, was standing a few feet away.
"Richard and Helen Granger?" the woman said, as she looked at my parents, "Parents to Hermione Granger?"
My eyes literally grew the size of saucers. I had never met this woman before in my life and she knew my name!
"Er... yes," my mother said, rather timidly and cautious.
"Excuse me," Daddy said, taking charge of the conversation, "May I ask who you are and why you are here?"
"Of course," the woman said, "My name is Minerva McGonagall. If I may, can I please accompany you inside and speak to you?"
"Is my daughter in trouble?" Daddy asked as he walked in front of me, as if to guard me.
"I think this conversation would be better in private, Mr. Granger," McGonagall said, "Away from prying neighbors."
My mother looked at my father with a mix of curiosity and worry. The woman – McGonagall – looked at me and smiled lightly. The way she smiled made me think she didn't do it very often.
"I guess that would be okay, Miss – Mrs?" Daddy said.
"Professor McGonagall or just 'Professor' would do," McGonagall said.
"Professor?" Daddy mouthed, before he led us all inside the house.
I was kind of intrigued. This woman was a Professor? A teacher? None of my teachers never wanted us to call them Professor.
"You're a Professor?" Mum asked, as we walked into the sitting room, "Of a school, I assume?"
"Yes," McGonagall answered before taking a seat on the couch, "But I would wager that you have never heard of the school which I teach at. You see, it is a school for – shall we say a special sort of child."
"Like a school for the Gifted?" Daddy asked.
Surely not me! I mean... sure, I am kind of smart... but I am pretty plain in my opinion. Not really special at all. And gifted... I mean, I did win the city spelling bee last year... but that isn't very gifted. McGonagall smiled. "You could call them gifted."
She looked at me and I shivered a little. This woman was VERY intimidating.
"Miss Granger – Hermione, is it?" she asked.
I nodded timidly.
"Pleased to meet you, Hermione," McGonagall said, "May I ask you a few questions?"
I looked at my parents and, a few moments later, after glancing at each other, they nodded slightly, so I nodded too.
"Have you ever done anything you couldn't explain?" McGonagall asked, "Maybe when you were angry or scared or excited?"
My mind reeled as I thought about what she described. Yes, there were some moments... but they were very embarrassing! And this stranger I just met wanted to know about them?
Well... I was curious, and Mum and Daddy did give me the go-ahead to talk to this woman... so...
"Um... on my sixth birthday," I said, "The day I got my first library card... I really wanted a book from the top of a tall shelf and I was angry because I couldn't reach it and it... er..."
"Yes, Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked.
"It moved by itself," I said, "It moved from the shelf like -" I moved my hands in a wiggling motion "- and it fell on the ground right in front of me."
Mum and Daddy looked at me with raised eyebrows. Then Daddy looked at Mum and they seemed to be having one of those silent conversations only parents seem to be able to do. Mum nodded and Daddy put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He usually did that when he was nervous. He looked at McGonagall, and for a moment his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish and then he sighed quite audibly.
"When Hermione was eight years old," he said, slowly, "there was this one day when... when she came home from school angry about something. She ran up to her room and slammed the door behind her."
I tried to think back to what Daddy was talking about. I do remember getting pretty angry at times in my life. Only on a handful of occasions did I ever slam my bedroom door. Before I knew it, my hand was absentmindedly twirling a strand of my hair...
"Hermione doesn't know this," Daddy said, "But when she slammed the door, all of our pictures on our walls fell to the floor."
I looked at the floor then up at McGonagall. She was looking at me still, but she seemed to be listening intently.
"I went to see what was the matter with her," Daddy said, "and her door was locked. Which was impossible, because she didn't have a lock on her door at that time. I couldn't open the door and I told Hermione to open it and..."
Daddy paused and blew out a breath, shaking his head.
"Yes, Mr. Granger?" McGonagall asked, finally looking away from me to look up at my father.
"It opened by itself," Daddy said, "But Hermione was on her bed across the room."
"Do you remember this, Hermione?" McGonagall asked, her eyes looking back at me, and for a moment I thought I had seen a flash of yellow in her otherwise green eyes.
"I notice you are playing with your hair," McGonagall said, and I dropped my hands quickly, blushing – I hadn't realized I was still doing that! McGonagall smiled and continued. "Did something happen that day with your hair?"
"A – a bully on my school bus stuck bubblegum in it," I said, blinking back tears; the memory of it was really embarrassing, "I had to cut my hair to get it out and -"
My eyes widened again and I gasped, remembering what happened. Daddy and Mum seemed to have remembered to because they were looking at me with the same expression I had.
"Yes, Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked.
"I was really upset because my hair was quite a bit shorter because of it," I said, "And... the following morning, it was back to normal!"
I was sure my cheeks were quite pink or red, because they felt rather hot. I looked down at the floor again. I didn't want to see the look on the woman's face... I thought she might have thought that I was mental...
And then..., to my embarrassment I told her that too!
I hate my big buck-toothed mouth sometimes.
She only laughed lightly and shook her head. "You are not mental, Miss Granger. You see, I am a Professor at what is known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
My eyes darted from the floor to Professor McGonagall.
"Witchcraft?" Daddy asked, incredulously, then laughed, "What? Like black cats and cauldrons and voodoo dolls?"
McGonagall's lips curved into another smile. "Voodoo dolls went out of style last century after they were banned. Good thing too. Quite the nuisance I hear! But yes, black is one of the many popular colors of cats we tend to have, though I prefer calico or tabby -"
At that moment I SWEAR I saw her eyes turn yellow again! But they were back to green when I looked again.
" – and cauldrons are an everyday thing at Hogwarts," McGonagall said, then looked back at me, "Hogwarts, my dear Miss Granger, is a school for magic."
I am sure my eyebrows raised to my hairline.
"Magic?" I asked, "It is magic I can do?"
"I am sure you've experienced a lot of things like falling picture frames and doors that locked with no locking mechanisms," McGonagall said, "We refer to that as accidental magic... which is very common in young witches and wizards."
"I'm a witch?" I gasped.
"A witch?" Daddy asked, "Because of falling portraits that could be explained from the slamming of the door and a faulty door handle?"
"Hermione's hair, dear," Mum muttered, "And there were those other moments, and Hermione's teachers had written to us about -"
"Yes, but magic?" Daddy asked, "There's no such thing – bloody hell!"
Daddy was never the kind to curse, but this time it was justified. I shamefully admit that I had jumped out of the seat I was sitting in. Though what I saw was quite shocking.
A tabby cat was sitting at the same exact spot on the couch where the Professor had been. My hands went to my mouth as I tried to hold a gasp in. The cat meowed twice and looked from my parents to me and I saw those same yellow eyes I thought I had seen in McGonagall's eyes.
Then a moment later, the cat's body contorted and Professor McGonagall reappeared.
Okay, I'll admit, I do have moments where I am known to chatter a lot and go on and on but at that moment I was entirely speechless. No words were coming out of my mouth and I probably looked like a fish-face.
"On the day your daughter was born," McGonagall said, "her name appeared in what is known as the Hogwarts Book. The names of every magical child in the Great Britain area appear in this book when they are born. Including the names of those children whose parents have never shown any signs of magic at all. This is not an extremely rare occurrence. There are children all over the world in Hermione's position. They are referred to as Muggleborn."
"Muggle?" I asked, "There's no such word!"
"You do strike me as the type of young lady who gorges herself in Webster's Dictionary," McGonagall said.
Okay, I admit it! A dictionary is one of my favorite books!
Not that I would tell someone like HER that!
"Noah Webster, creator of the Webster's Dictionary, did not know anything about magic, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, "and therefore words like Muggle and many others you will soon be introduced to will never be found in normal dictionaries. A Muggle would refer to as someone like your parents – someone who has no trace of magic. You are a Muggleborn witch, a witch born to Muggle parents."
"I-I can do m-magic?" I stammered, then blushed, as I realized I had kinda said that before.
"Accidental magic right now," McGonagall said, "But at Hogwarts, you will be taught all kinds of magic and how to control it."
My parents looked at each other with raised eyebrows, but I was pretty excited. A school where I could learn magic?
Professor McGonagall reached into a pocket in her pants and pulled out a tiny bag. She opened it and stuck her hand in and pulled out a large envelope – an envelope which was at least three times the size of the small bag.
I blinked... the bag had to be magic too!
Professor McGonagall slid the envelope across the table and looked at me. I stared at the envelope for a moment, then stood up from my chair and slowly walked over to it.
"Go on, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, "I assure you, it is not a Biting Envelope!"
I blushed and quickened my pace, then picked up the envelope. The text on the front read:
The Bedroom At The Top Of The Stairs
19 St. Bernard's Road
"It is addressed to my bedroom!" I exclaimed, looking from my parents to McGonagall.
"Ah yes," McGonagall said, "The owls are usually very picky. If that would have been sent to you by post instead of by me, they would have had to know where to send it!"
"Owls?" I whispered.
"Owl post is the usual method of sending letters and parcels in the wizarding world," McGonagall said, "Muggle post is much too slow most of the time."
I nodded, unsure of what to say and looked back at the envelope. I turned it over and saw a purple
wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. I broke the seal and took out what seemed to be parchment instead of the normal paper I was used to. There were a number of pieces of the parchment on top of each other. I read the first:
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards )
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 begins on September 1. We await your owl by no
later than July 31.
"Your school list is under that letter, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, "and there are instructions on how to get to the wizarding marketplace in London where you can buy your school supplies, as well as how to get to the Hogwarts Express at King's Cross come next September. There are also other things for you and your parents to read so you can get yourself more acquainted with the wizarding world and our customs."
"Can I see more magic?" I asked.
McGonagall only smiled slightly. "I am sorry, Miss Granger, unfortunately I am limited in my use during visits like this. Magic around Muggles is usually strictly forbidden unless in the presence of a Muggleborn witch, and even then the Ministry of Magic is a bit picky with that. Great risks with the Statute of Secrecy."
"Statute of Secrecy?" Daddy asked, "Ministry of Magic?"
"All explained in the contents of that envelope, Mr. Granger," McGonagall said.
"You're not going to tell us this yourself?" Daddy asked, "What if we have questions?"
"Hmm?" McGonagall asked, "Ah, yes, I knew I forgot something... let's see..."
She rummaged through the bag again and I expected her to pull out another thing that was probably way too big to hold in that tiny bag. To my dismay, she took out what looked like a coin, attached to a necklace.
"This is for you, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, "It is a communiciation device of sorts. Two taps on this coin with a finger will alert myself that your presence is needed. This is only in emergencies if you have important questions, such as if you cannot find the wizarding marketplace, known as Diagon Alley, and cannot reach me another way before you can get there to send owl post."
I nodded and took the necklace. The coin was a simple flat piece of what seemed to be gold... beautiful, but nothing too special or... magical.
"I urge you to look over everything in that envelope, Mr. and Mrs. Granger," McGonagall said, "I am sure you have questions, and you can find a lot of answers in there. I do hope you will allow Miss Granger to attend Hogwarts, and let her learn more about who she truly is. It is quite wonderful, I assure you."
"Well – I – err," Daddy said.
"You have until July 31st to think about it," McGonagall said. "Now... one last thing. Does Hermione have any extended family outside of the two of you?"
"Yes," Mum said, "Grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins -"
"I suggest you take it into thought about whether or not you tell them about Hermione being a witch," McGonagall said, "This is usually when I am supposed to say that unless you can trust them not to tell anyone outside your own family, it is probably best you do not tell them anything. The wizarding world is quite secret. Only a number of Muggles know of its existence, most of which are the parents or guardians of Muggleborn. Everything about the secrecy of the wizarding world is explained in – as I said – the information in that envelope." She stood up and looked at me. "This is where I take my leave now. Miss Granger, I do hope this is not the last time we see each other."
"Th-thank you, ma'am," I stammered.
McGonagall smiled and bowed slightly to me and my parents before walking out of the room and out of the house. Mum and Dad followed and I hurried over to one of the windows to see if I could see the professor.
"Where did she go?" I heard Dad ask.
I grinned as I saw the tabby cat jump over the fence and walk up the street.
So there you have it, Diary. I am apparently a witch. Those strange things I usually do... like when that pencil somehow rolled off my desk from under a heavy book, was accidental magic!
A witch! I can't say that enough... I am rather excited.
I'm not sure how excited my Daddy is, though. Here we are, six-plus hours since Professor McGonagall left the house, and my parents have yet to look through the envelope. In fact, I haven't looked at it much either... it is sitting on my desk across the room from my bed where I am at. It has been there since my Daddy told me to put it up and read it later – that was right after McGonagall-the-cat walked up the street.
Then we spent the rest of the day away from the house. We went shopping and saw a movie and had a nice dinner and didn't get home until a little while ago. I wonder if Mum and Daddy were trying to distract me from what went on today with Professor McGonagall. We usually don't do stuff like this for my first day of summer...
I wanted to talk about what we learned but whenever I tried to bring it up, I saw the look in my parents' eyes telling me they didn't want to talk about it yet. I don't know when they will want to talk about it.
Still, like I said, I want to talk about it!
I mean, I am a witch! I can apparently do magic! I belong to a world that, as far as I know, seems to exist around us but we never see it. That is really fascinating, if I say so myself.
I really want to read the stuff in the envelope, but I am pretty tired, so I think I will do it tomorrow. And I will try to talk to my parents about it too. I'll tell you more then!
So there is the first chapter! There won't be too many chapters before Hermione gets on the train to Hogwarts Express, but I do want to do a few things before she gets there. The discussion with her parents and going to Diagon Alley is two of those!