Hermione Granger and the Philosopher's stone

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone written from the perspective of Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger is an extraordinary little girl. Ever since she was a toddler she's been making things happen that would cause the other boys and girls in the playground turn their heads, not to mention the looks of horror from their parents. Not only is there something strange about Hermione, but she also happens to be the cleverest little girl her primary school has ever had. A week into the summer holidays, Hermione receives a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She's always known she was different, but now Hermione has found a place where she truly belongs. Follow her along her journey, making new friends, learning new things and exceeding tremendously in her school work, but what will happen when she learns the secrets of the Wizarding world?

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1. The envelope

"Hermione, dear," Mum's voice calls, pulling me out from my dream.

"Hermione, wake up sweetie, there's something we'd like you to see."

As I open my eyes I see my mother sat on my bed, smiling at me, with a quizzical look on her face. My father's stood at the foot of my bed, his hands tightly closed around the metal frame of my single bed.

"Morning," I mumble, positioning myself into an upright position. I rub my eyes and flick back my bushy brown hair. Mum hands me a thick and heavy envelope, made of yellowish parchment with emerald-green writing.

"We didn't want to open it, as it was addressed to you."

It reads,

Miss H. Granger

Second bedroom, 1st floor

104 Sutton Road

Milton

Oxfordshire

I turn it over in my hand and see the purple wax seal - very authentic. I peer closer and see a capital 'H' stamped into the wax, surrounded by what seems to be a badger, eagle, snake and lion, and underneath are words in Latin that I can't quite work out - I'll have to get my dictionary out later.

"But, what is it?" I ask, looking up at my parents, Jane and David.

"Open it, dear," my father says, loosening his grip on my bed frame.

I move my finger over the 'H' and wonder what could be inside. I'm hoping it will be a letter from my favourite author - ever since Christmas Mum and Dad have said that they had an extra surprise for me...

 

 

 

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