This chapter takes place in Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. It depicts the story of Hermione learning that she is a witch and will be able to attend Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
“The Muggle Born”
Hermione lay on her bed listening to the rain hit up against her bedroom window. Despite the gloomy weather, the bedroom was well lit and full of warmth. The walls were hidden behind shelves full of books and the floor was scattered with magazines. Candles were glowing throughout the room, which emitted a most beautiful smell of lavender and rose. From down below, Hermione could hear her mother in the kitchen making dinner. Her father would be home from work at any moment. Sure enough there was the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, he had finally arrived.
“Two cavities and a root canal” said Mr. Granger. “Kids these days just can’t stay away from the candy, am I right Hermione?”
Hermione gave her dad a sly look as she passed the salad bowl to her mother. “It’s not my fought I have such crooked teeth” said Hermione.
“Not to worry dear, we’ll be able to fit you for braces come this fall” said Mr. Granger. Just as Hermione was about to say what she thought about braces, there was a knock at the front door. “Who could it be this time of evening?” said Hermione.
As Mr. Granger opened the door, there stood a tall, lengthy old man. His hair was white and he had a long beard. The man had bright blue eyes, which were hidden behind half-moon spectacles. The man wore a long purple cloak, which seemed very strange to the Grangers.
“May I help you?” asked Mr. Granger.
“Indeed you can. My name is Albus Dumbledore and I have come to deliver news about your Daughter, Ms. Hermione Granger.”
“What kind of news?” asked Hermione.
“If I could please come in, we could sort this all out.” And with a gesture of his hand, Mr. Granger welcomed the stranger into the house. “Please, have a seat, is there anything we could get you?” asked Mr. Granger.
“That would be most wonderful, do you have any tea?” and at the word, Mrs. Granger hurried into the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea. When she had arrived back into the room, Dumbledore thanked her for the tea and took a sip. “No sugar?” asked Dumbledore. “I’m sorry, sugar does a number on teeth, and we do not have any in this house.” said Mr. Granger. “Not to worry” said Dumbledore as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a stick and pointed it at his cup of tea. What looked like sugar emerged from the tip of his stick. “Now, you must be wondering why I have come here tonight.” And he reached into his cloak and pulled out a tiny envelope. He handed the envelope to Hermione. Hermione stared at the envelope for a moment before opening it. Inside the envelope was a piece of parchment that read:
Dear Ms. Granger, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“What? Is this a joke? You can’t possible be serious.” replied Hermione.
“It is true Ms. Granger. You’re a witch. We’ve had your name down in the book since the day you were born.” Hermione looked at her parents. They were both wore a confused look on their face. “So you’re telling me, that our Hermione is a witch? There’s no such thing!” cried Mr. Granger. “I know this must come as a shock to you both, but it is true. Ms. Granger is a witch. There are thousands of witches and wizards all over the world. For example, you know your neighbors the Lee’s? Well, it just so happens they have a son who will also be attending Hogwarts this fall.”
The Grangers sat in silence as they listened to Dumbledore go into detail about Hogwarts. It must have been a half hour before Dumbledore stood up. “I have something for you Hermione.” Dumbledore reached into his cloak once again and pulled out what looked like a wand. Dumbledore mumbled something foreign and a book emerged from the tip of his wand. Hermione stood there, amazed and wide-eyed at what she had just seen. “This is for you and he handed Hermione the Book.” Hermione read the title out loud “Hogwarts, a History.”
“The book will contain everything you need to know about our world and the school you will be attending this fall. Once I leave, if you have any more questions, my advice to you would be to talk to your neighbors. They can answer any questions you may have. But before I leave, do you have any questions?” ask Dumbledore. “Just one question, where can I get one of them” as she pointed to his wand. Dumbledore gave a little chuckle and a wink “All within time young Hermione, all within time.”
That night Hermione lay awake in her room, reading and re-reading the letter Dumbledore had given to her. She had not noticed it before, but inside the envelope was a tiny golden ticket that read “Platform 9 ¾” along with a school supply list and directions to Diagon Alley. Had this all been a dream, was she really a witch? She reached down and picked up the Book Dumbledore had given her and she began to read. Hours later the book fell off the bed. Hermione had fallen asleep and was now dreaming about all the adventures she would have at Hogwarts.