It was a cold October evening when a sudden cry of pain flew through the house, in Godrics Hollow. Lily Evans was now officially giving birth to her hopefully baby boy. Well, that is what the doctors have said anyways, that it would be a boy. James and Lily Potter didn't mind if they had a baby girl, because Lily would be able to give her pretty pink things, and show her how to do her make-up. But the doctors had said that she was having a boy, no doubt about it. Lily and James Potter were both a witch and a wizard. They were Head Boy and Girl in their days at the magnificent school, Hogwarts. James was apart of a group called the Marauders. This group involved James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, all of whom were animagi except for Remus. The reason they became animagi was to help Remus and go with him on his monthly prowls to the shreiking shack once a month. Yes, Remus Lupin was a werewolf, and he was probably the smartest student, other than Lily of course, to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. All of the Marauders had nicknames, James was Prongs, Sirius was Padfoot, Remus was Moony and Peter was Wormtail.
Now, Lily Evans was probably the nicest witch you would ever meet. She was the smartest student at Hogwarts, and evidently the most annoyed person at the Marauders as all they could seem to do was bug her by setting pranks and traps where Potter would come and rescue her and ask her out. Pathetic. And yet here she was, about to give birth to James Potters son.
Another scream erupted from downstairs in the living room. James ran down the stairs carrying towels and a blanket.
"Shhhh, love. Your doing fine." James murmered softly to his beloved wife.
"Shut up James! - gasp - I - gasp - am - gasp - trying to - gasp/scream - give birth - gasp and scream - to your son! - SCREAM!" Lily panted between gasps and screams. James shut up and only put in the neccessary bits of information.
An hour later, and a baby's cry could be heared.
"Lily, we have a baby girl!" James gushed as he tried not to burst into tears at the sight of his new beautiful baby girl. Lily sighed and shed a few tears before asking James if she could hold their little girl. As she was holding the baby, Lily knew that she needed a name, but they had only come up with boys names like Harry (AN: Coincidental much? Hehe!).
"James, we need a name for her. I was thinking Hermione, after my great-grandmother. Hows that sound to you?" Lily asked him. All he could do was nod his head as he snuggled into bed with his wife and new daughter, Hermione. The last thing he heard was himself whispering, "Hermione Lily Potter."
Little did they know that VERY similar happenings were going on somewhere in Muggle London, in the house of the Grangers. Jane Granger was giving birth to a baby girl, but when the birth was over, they found it to be a little boy who looked alot like his father but with Jane's eyes of emerald green. They named him Harry Dave Granger.
Hermione Potter was the cutest thing when she was born, and now that she was two, you can see how much she resembles her mother. She has Lily's red hair and smile, and all fetures of her mother, except for her eyes. She had her fathers brown eyes. They were happy together like this. But it couldn't last forever.
On Halloween the day after Hermione's second birthday, an evil wizard came to their front door. His name was Voldemort. James answered the door unknowingly and only had enough time of his life left to warn his wife to get herself and his daughter out of the house. Lily couldn't hear him as she was upstairs. She held Hermione tight to her chest as she heard the bedroom door slam open. A man in a black cloak walked over to her and said to give the baby up or die. Lily begged and begged.
"Please, not my baby girl! I'll do anything!" She kept saying it, until the Dark Lord had had enough and sent the Avadah Kedavra towards Lily, trying to aim for Hermione. Unfortunately, Lily got hit with said curse and fell lifelessly onto the ground while Hermione landed on the softer bed. Voldemort turned onto the small baby girl who was crying from all of the shouts. He muttered the killing curse, but something amazing happened.
Hermione didn't die that night, but one man disappeared as the killing curse rebounded onto himself, leaving little Hermione, with a small but very clear Lightning bolt scar on her head while she cried and cried in pain for hours before she heard a loud rumble. A giant took her in his arms and climbed onto a flying motorbike, to fly off to somewhere she had been a fare few times. The giant stopped outside the front garden of number four Privet Drive, her beloved, squib aunt and uncle live with her cousin Dudley.