A Glimpse Into the Granger's Mind (Prologue)
A Glimpse Into the Granger's Minds
When Monica Granger held her daughter for the first time, she saw the spitting image of her own grandmother (from old family photos, obviously), which brought forth memories of the stories she had been told, that had been passed down for generations. Stories of magic, and witches, and a world hidden from the normal people of Great Britain. Her daughter’s eyes opened and Monica swore her grandmother was staring up at her. It was because of this that Monica named her daughter Hermione Jean Granger.
When Daniel Granger held his daughter for the first time, he had no family member to base her appearance off of. All he knew was the baby girl - his baby girl - with eyes too wise for her to be a new soul and when his wife named their daughter Hermione Jean, all he could do was nod because, somehow, it fit. He didn’t know why, or that the name Hermione Jean had been passed down his wife’s family for generations, but he knew that it was a name fit for the tiny bundle he held in his arms.
The first incident they were sure had been an accident. There was no way that three-year-old Hermione Jean Granger had reached the books on the shelf above her bed. The shelf must have been crooked, or the fastenings broke, or something else, but no. Further examining the shelf revealed that it was as perfectly straight and sturdy as if they’d just built the damned thing. After a few weeks, had the incident even happened or had they imagined it?
Turns out, it definitely happened. If not the first time, then definitely the second, third, fourth, or fifth time. There was no point in punishing Hermione by taking her books away, for a few moments later they just appeared back within her grasp. And don’t even think about taking too long to give her a snack or drink. Instead of crying about it, whatever she wanted to eat appeared in front of her, and her sippy cup vanished from the fridge only to reappear in her hands.
By the time Hermione was old enough for primary school, Monica Granger was at her wit's end trying to keep her daughter normal. And what was up with that anyway, what great feat did her six-year-old daughter accomplish to have been granted those abilities. Why Hermione, and not Monica herself? Or Daniel? She had to have gotten it from one of them, but how come neither of them had those abilities?
She would never admit it to anybody but herself, but Monica Granger was severely envious of her daughter’s intelligence and abilities. That envy was brought to the surface in every interaction between the mother and daughter, for Monica had set unrealistically high expectations for everything relating to Hermione, who was slowly coming to resent her seeming inability to make her mum proud of her.
It was bad enough their daughter was somewhat of a genius by the age of 10, studying well beyond her year group, but did Hermione have to be… dare she say it… magical?
The answer to that particular question wouldn’t be answered for another year, but as it turns out, Hermione Jean Granger was magical through both of her parents.