Hermione Granger: A Hogwarts Story

"Hermione wake up!" Jules says as she bounces on my bed.

"Stop, Jules. Five more minutes," I groan.

"No, it's my birthday and you and Mum, and Dad said that we're going to the zoo today," Jules reminds me.

"Fine. Just let me wake up," I say.

"Okay. Mum and dad are making breakfast right now. Eggs, toast, bacon, and even pancakes!" Jules says excitedly.

Jules leaves me to wake up. I hear her feet hitting the carpet as she runs down the stairs to see mum and dad. I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit up. I pat the top of my frizzy head as a yawn escapes my mouth.

I kick back the covers and put my navy blue slippers on and wrap my navy blue dressing robe around my girly pink night-gown. I glance at the mirror and see bags forming under my eyes from late-night reading and my frizzy hair sticking up in odd directions.

I walk downstairs and get bombarded with the smell of eggs, toast, pancakes, and fruit. Mum stands at the counter slicing strawberries while dad flips the pancakes and Jules squeals in delight with his precision.

"Morning, Hermione," Mum says with a smile.

"Morning," I say, trying to disguise my yawn.

"Looks like someone stayed up a little too late reading last night," Dad teases.

"It was eleven-thirty when I went to bed. It wasn't that late. Besides it’s Summer Holiday," I protest.

Jules giggles and points a finger at me. "Elven-thirty is late, silly. And just because it’s holiday doesn't mean you can stay up that late."

"Girls," Mum warns as she slices the remaining strawberries.

"Sorry," we chorus together.

"Breakfast is ready!" Dad announces as flips the last pancake.

"Woohoo!" Jules exclaims. "Food!"

I chuckle and open the drawer where we place silverware, teaspoons, and tablespoons. I take out four forks and knives and close the drawer.

"Here you girls go," mum says as she sets two plates down in front of Jules and me.

"Thanks, Mum!" Jules chirps as she begins to cut her pancakes.

"Happy birthday, Lil' sis," I say with a smile.

"Thanks, Hermione! I can't wait to go to the zoo today!"

Mum, Dad, and I chuckle at Jules' comment. The four of us. A happy family in a happy home. We live comfortable lives. Mum and dad work as dentists and it's a nice life. And I'm grateful for it.

We leave for the zoo after breakfast and we're all ready to go. I'm dressed in a pair of blue skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, a blue cardigan, and a pair of black Converses. My frizzy hair is plaited into a braid down my back. I put on some foundation, blush, lip-gloss, purple eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and mascara.

Jules bounces down the stairs, dressed in a white Hello Kitty shirt, a jean skirt, pink leggings, and a pair of purple light-up sneakers. Her frizzy hair (like mine) is pulled into a low ponytail. The only makeup she wears is a bright smile and pink cheeks.

Jules meets me at the bottom of the staircase. Her light-up shoes stop when she's in front of me. I smile. Jules wraps her arms around my legs. I bend down and pick her up. I position her on my free hip. (The other one has a bag of books slung across my shoulder. A black one with one of my favorite quotes by Lemony Snicket. "Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.")

"Happy Birthday, Jules," I whisper.

"Thanks, Hermione. I love you," Jules says back.

We laugh and Jules throws her arms around. Jules turned four years old today and I just turned eleven last September.

"You two ready?" Mum asks.

"Yep," Jules answers for me.

The four of us burst into laughter. I could never ask for a different family. Ever. This family is perfect and I never want to leave them.