Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.

Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.

Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.

William Blake

The Beggining

-1-

She woke up as the sun softly kissed her fair skin.

The girl smiled, still asleep...and as you saw her there, laying in her bed, the first thing you would do, is to compare her to a sweet little princess.

But then, out of nothing, the peace was disturbed by the horrific high voice of a woman: 'Get out of my way, elf! I'll wake her up myself today.'

The door to the sleeping girl's chamber was opened. 'Hermione!', the woman yelled while opening the enormous window beside the bed. 'Get up!'

But Hermione just smiled lightly and turned away. What day could be important enough to disturb her wonderful sleep?, she wondered.

In that moment she suddenly knew.

Hogwarts.

The young and pretty daughter of the very privileged Granger family opened her eyes in shock. Hogwarts. She would go to Hogwarts for the first time in her life! And although she knew the castle from stories and tales...'There will be magic and light everywhere! Can you imagine, mother?', she sighted nervous. Since she had been old enough to read, she had searched for every single information about this place and now she would finally be able to proof if everything was true!

'I don't have to imagine anything. Get up, or the train departs without you.'

Mrs. Granger was already at the door when she finished speaking as both, her and her daughter, murmured 'They wouldn't dare.' The woman's face at once lighted up as she smiled to her girl, proud that she finally seemed to have understood that she belonged to one of the most important families in Great Britain. Her daughter on the other side simply smiled because she started to like the feeling of making her mother, and with her their family, proud.

Hermione quickly put her custom-made school uniform on and then tried to brush her hair, which she, as always, couldn't manage. Kasy, her house elf, took over this duty with magic.

Downstairs, in the dining hall, the breakfast had already been served. 'Good morning, father.', she said and gave the man, who sat at the end of the table, a light kiss on the cheek.

'Good morning, mother.', she broke the silence once more, turning around and repeating the procedure. Just after that she took place opposite of her mother and started eating. They didn't talk much, it wasn't as if it was necessary, but for an excited child it was nearly impossible to maintain.

Mr Granger was a tall and aristocratic looking man, elegant over and over. He cultivated the elite wizarding robes, just as he worshiped the colour of his Hogwarts House – which, obviously, was green. His wife, Asteropeth Granger, a former Rosier, had a just as breathtaking appearance as he had, but she embodied an elfin like grace in her slender physique he couldn't imitate, even if he tried.

Their daughter was a wild and awaken child. She wasn't savage, although her hair could make you think otherwise, and she wasn't unintelligent either. To be sincere, she seemed like a petite happy girl, pure in her heart and soul.