Little Hermione's Magical Mind

A/N: I've been getting a lot of requests to continue writing His Lovely Kitten, but i'm having a case of writer's block right now, so i came up with this! A small one shot fluff ball about Hermione's discovery of magic. Please R&R

Hermione Granger absolutely loved books. At 7 years old, she had already acquired a large amount of books. She would often fall asleep with a book in her arms at night, and talk about them admiringly during the day. Hermione wasn't like the other children. While other girls at her age would obsess over toys and dresses, Hermione obsessed over books and the wonderful sense of magic that she got from reading them.

Her love of books didn't go unnoticed by her peers, while parents found this trait to be pleasant and adorable, children her age found her habits peculiar, and strange. Some of these kids reacted worse than others, and tormented her for her reading habits. Hermione was treated as an outcast, a persona non grata. And her exclusion from her peers only fuelled her reading even further, as her books seemed to be her only friends.

Hermione loved the sense of fantasy that came with books, and would often find herself lost from the real world, and fully immersed in the world she was in. She'd imagine defeating the White Witch, or running from the mean farmers as Felicity Fox.

Hermione was currently in her bed, clad in her soft blue pyjamas, her back resting on her star patterned pillow reading a book called Matilda. It was about a girl, as young as Hermione herself, who had the ability to move things on their own with magic. Little Hermione found herself entranced by the story, wondering about the possibility of such a thing happening to her in real life. As Matilda tipped over a glass of water, Hermione's eyes wandered over to her own glass of water sitting on her nightstand, and waited for some invisible force to tip it over. She kept her eyes on the glass of water for a few minutes before sighing in disappointment when nothing happened.

As Hermione read on, her mind never wandered from the idea that she could move things using her mind. While little Hermione didn't believe in Santa and the Easter Bunny, her childish imagination couldn't help but believe that the events that happened to Matilda could happen to her, and she found herself even more entranced by the book.

As she closed her book to go to bed, the little girl once again contemplated the possibility of moving her book with magic, and thought that she would give it one more chance.

As she focused her gaze on the book, she started imagining about moving her book with the power of her thoughts. "Move. Move…" She put her fingers on the side of her forehead, as if she were focusing her telekinetic powers. "Move! Move! Move!" She recited those words like a mantra, and soon tears started welling up in her wide brown eyes.

She wanted it to happen so badly, to prove that she was a special girl, not a freak like what other kids told her.

"Move," she cried out with all her might, tears streaming down from her closed eyes.

And as she opened her eyes, she saw the book shaking, and gasped when it started floating towards her bookshelves, and soon another book that was sitting on her desk started shaking, and she stared in awe as she watched it float.

She clapped and giggled in sheer excitement as she realized that she could do magic, and soon her infectious laughter filled the house, as the little girl ran out of the room to her parents, with a shout of "Mummy! Daddy! Look what I can do!".

In another house, miles across the country, a little boy of about the same age as Hermione with messy black hair and a unique scar on his forehead sat in a cupboard, watching as he turned the lights off and back on with his mind.

A/N: Please review! Should i continue this story? or just keep it as a one shot?