Chapter 6
Hermione Granger was a remarkable young 5 year old. She was wise beyond her years and willing to share that knowledge. On her first day of Kindergarten she bounced in with her matching backpack and lunch box and a grin the size of America. She was finally in a place where she could find friends and finally talk to people her age. Hermione's parents had sheltered the young girl from the outside world. Kids can be cruel they said They will hurt you they said.
The day progressed, filled with introductions and games, and Hermione was bored. How in the world can children stand this how can they not want to learn and know. It was time for recess and Hermione Jean Granger went outside with the rest of the class. She saw a group of girls on the swings so she went up to them to play.
It was fine at first, childish banter and other such things, but soon again Hermione grew bored. She tried to talk to her knew friend Elizabeth about it. “I do so wit’ that we could do something’ more intellectually’ stimulating’.” The other 5 year old shook her head and looked strangely at the buck toothed girl “That is weird Mione.” and skipped off to play with the other girls.
Now for all of her intellect Hermione Jean Granger was still only five years old and could not yet understand why the other girl was so dismissive, but right then she decided that she would keep to herself, that way no one could leave her.
Hermione made her way out to the front of the school with the rest of her class waiting for her mother to pick her up. When the Silver sudan pulled up and Hermione hopped in she could feel the questing eyes on the and knew that her parents were waiting for her to talk about her day. “I think school is stupid” Hermione crossed her arms stubbornly with a huff. Angelina Granger smiled at her frustrated daughter. Sometimes her dear Hermione seemed too intelligent for someone that was five years of age.
When the Grangers returned home Hermione ran up to her room Closing the door behind her. She had some thinking to do. Hermione knew that she would never fit in, she accepted this but wished it could be different she wished she was not such a burden on her family.
Hermione went downstairs to ask her mother if she could go to the park. Hermione loved the park, it was a good place to think. She liked to sit on the swings and people watch. Most people don't notice the little girl watching them intently trying to learn how the adult world worked.
Mrs. Granger lead her daughter to the car, driving out of the extension of their suburb towared to community pool and park. They turned on the road down from Privet Drive onto Parkridge ave. Hermione slipped out of the car quietly and made her way toward the swings, a small boy with messy black hair already at there.
Hermione sat down on the swing next to him. The boy looked over with verdant eyes and stretched his hand out, “Hi, My names Harry.” Hermione reached over and connected their hands, it felt like a contract, even though Hermione did not know what it ment yet. “My name is Hermione.”