'I'm exhausted!' I mumbled to myself as I
entered the Gryffindor common room. I sat
in an armchair by the now- extinct fire
and opened my Charms notebook to do
my assignments. It was around 1 'o'clock
in the morning. Probably all of the
students are asleep. And I sit here to study
when the whole world is asleep, I thought.
Maybe I'm the stupidest person in the
world who everyone thinks is the smartest
person in the third year. I sighed and
glanced at my assignments, which were a
few short questions. Though I knew every
answer, my mind was still completely
blank. Why did I take so many subjects? I
thought desperately. Did I think I'd pass in
all of them? Why am I even here? Why did I
say yes to Professor McGonagall? As I
mulled over these negative thoughts, my
memories of that fateful day drifted into
my mind.........
It had been a rainy Sunday
morning when the doorbell had rung. That
was unusual, I remembered thinking at
that time. Usually, no one comes on a
Sunday morning. Sometimes Dad's
colleagues show up unexpectedly, but that
was pretty rare. 'Mom!' I had called.
'Someone's at the door!' Mom had come
out of the kitchen and opened the door.
I'd
seen an old woman dressed in a green
cloak and pointed black hat, standing
stiffly on the doorstep.
I laughed as I
remembered how the square -shaped
spectacles on her nose had given me the
impression of her being very strict.
'Hello,
I'm Professor McGonagall,' she had said
briskly. 'I believe I have the Hogwarts
acceptance letter of your daughter,
Hermione. May I come in? There are some
things I need to explain to you.' 'Uh, sure, I
guess,' Mom had said awkwardly. By then,
my dad had come into the living room and
was looking curiously at Professor
McGonagall. 'Honey, this is Professor
McGonagall,' Mom had said to my dad.
'She says she has some letter for
Hermione and wants to discuss things
with us.' Professor McGonagall, who had
followed Mom indoors, then spoke. 'Yes, I
do. Can you all please sit down?' Once we
had settled down, Professor McGonagall
started to talk. 'I am Professor Minerva
McGonagall,' she had said. 'Before we
start to discuss the letter, let me ask you
something. Would you believe magic
exists?' We stared at her, dumbfounded.
'Wha-what?' 'Yes. Magic users are called
wizards and witches. They have their
world as you Muggles do. And your
daughter is also a witch.' 'How dare you
call her a witch!' Dad had asked angrily,
standing up from his chair. 'It's not a rude
word, Mr. Granger. Witch is the term used
to refer to females with magical abilities.'
She had handed Dad the envelope in her
hand. 'She's been accepted at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' 'Do
you have any proof that magic exists?'
Dad had asked aggressively. In response,
Professor McGonagall had pointed a
brown stick at our beautiful red velvet
sofa, and it had gone up in flames. She
had flicked the stick again, and the flames
had vanished, leaving the sofa as pristine
as before. 'Will you go to Hogwarts now,
Miss Granger?' she had asked me. 'Mom?
Dad?' I had asked uncertainly. 'It's fate,
darling,' Mom, who believes in those sorts
of things, had whispered. 'But it's your
choice in the end.' 'Ditto,' Dad had said.
'Then,' I had replied, 'my answer is yes.'
And that's how my journey had begun! I
closed my notebook and felt a little better
as I stood up from the armchair to leave
the common room.
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