"Hey, look there. You see that girl with the brown bushy hair?"

"Yea. What about her?"

"You idiot! Where've you been for the last eleven years? That's Hermione Granger!"

"So she's just a girl. What's so important about her?"

"Hermione Granger the child genius? Prodigy? Where have you been living? Under a rock or something?"

"No! Just tell me!"

Hermione Granger. Child Prodigy and genius. Graduated university at the youngest age in the history. At the age of five she was accepted at Harvard. And finished Harvard at the tender age of six. By the time she was eight she had already graduated from seven different universities, some of which were Oxford and Cambridge. She's already a docter, scientist, and detective. She has made millions, by the age of ten. She's like world famous. I also heard that she is favored by the Queen, and apparently has tea with her every summer. And she's only fifteen."

"You got to be kidding me! All that and she's only fifteen!!"

"Yeah. And even that American president respects her."

"That's fucking scary. She has all that power. Hell she doesn't even need to take the world, she's literally living it! What about her parents?"

"There dead. They apparently died when she was eleven."

"That's so sad."

"I know"

"Hey, did you hear…"

"Fools.' Hermione Granger thought angrily 'Thinking I can't hear them, gossiping like old maids! The nerve!' making her way to star bucks. Hugging her jumper closer to her body, she quickly marched her way to the glass door and wrenched it open. Moving to the counter she placed her order and paid. Whilst waiting for it she looked around the coffee shop. It was spacious and there were lots of space. When her order cam she grabbed it and made her way to the corner where it was more private. Settling herself down she looked around her once more before pulling out a stick and placing it into her purse. That stick was a wand.

You see, Hermione Granger wasn't your everyday ordinary person, like you or me, she was something more than you and I can hope to imagine. She was a witch. A witch who was about to start her fifth year of Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a School of witchcraft and Wizardry and is where Hermione made the best friends she never could have before, Harry Potter and the Weasley family. Ever since her first year of Hogwarts she and her two best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had escaped various attempts that were to kill harry. Together they had many adventures that were life threatening. And Hermione knew that what ever was going to happen this year would be worst then the years before.

Every year the plots grew worse., and every year they came out alive. And Hermione loved them. The Professors and the students. But Hermione was worried that she might not be accepted if they knew the real her. The prodigy. The genius. If they found out what would happen? All she knew was she might be lonely all over again. And that's what she hated.

Sighing to herself Hermione froze when she heard a mans voice call her. Eyes wide she turned 'round.

Wahoo!!! Finished my first Chapter it was difficult!! Please R&R!!