Hi everyone, I'm Hermione Granger

Hi everyone, I'm Hermione Granger. So how did I end up in this situation, you may ask? Well, somehow I did... On a not-so-lovely day, I woke up and saw a bright-red canopy instead of the usual white ceiling above me. And was, of course, surprised. But then I opened the curtains, and was so baffled I couldn't describe it with words, as I realized that I was in "my" room at Hogwarts. I was totally shocked. Yes, Hogwarts! Damn you, Potterverse! Well, okay, can't say I'm too unhappy about having landed in Harry Potter's world, since it's my favorite fandom, but I wish my family were here, too... my sister, mom, dad, stepdad, stepmom, grandma, grandpa, uncle, aunt, and even my little cousins… It was so tough and painful being here without them that I was suffering from depression the entire summer. I cried until there were no more tears left, got mad at myself, lay down staring at the ceiling, and then started crying once again. But there was no mom in sight, who would come, hug me, and say her usual: "Let's work on it, okay?" After this, a psychological session with her and an ocean of tears, things didn't seem that terrible anymore. Also, no boyfriend to reassure me that I could handle it, and no sisters throwing in some crazy ideas as usual. Nothing... sigh... I've never really recovered from that depression. Nothing mattered to me as much as family did. And losing them, even though I was aware they were still alive in some other reality, was incredibly hard. Plus, I was worried about them. I knew they’d manage without me, but still wondered how they did it without the French language. This was when it hit me. I remembered that one fanfic I've never written and realized that everything, absolutely everything, was in my head. I could just keep on grieving, or instead muster some determination and make it my goal to return home at all costs! Just like my main character in the end... Oops, no, that would be a spoiler. From that moment on, I started easing up a bit. Yes, my heart still couldn't find any peace, and I continued pitying myself and resenting the entire universe, but since I’ve already been through so much, it seemed foolish to do nothing but grieve. Though I did miss the understanding, support and hugs desperately, I convinced myself that I would definitely return, and there was nothing that could stop me! But in the meantime, I had to try to make my stay in this world as comfortable as I could. I had landed in the Potterverse around the beginning of summer, the very day of returning from my third year at Hogwarts. Back then, the Grangers hadn't noticed my condition yet and were happily planning a trip. We went to France, hah, France — what a joke! Thank goodness that it was at least the south, not the north, otherwise, I fear there would’ve been too many questions. But despite everything, I’ve never gotten along with Hermione’s parents. Firstly, because I didn’t want to build any relationships with them myself. And secondly, because they paled in comparison to my own parents. And no, not just because they were mine…but because I knew my parents would always love me no matter what, while Hermione was expected to be a smart, modest, elegant, kind and sweet girl with top grades. Simply being her just wasn’t enough. This could be fixed, of course, but I had neither the desire nor the right mood for it, so we parted ways by the end of summer, and not on the best terms. And moreover, I didn't have any respect for them, either. You see, these parents actually believed the first child psychologist’s talk about something like a “difficult teenage period”. Pfft… well, and now their own daughter had become the very picture of it: sarcastic, selfish, cynical, cruel, cheeky, arrogant, and with a horribly gray morality. Although, well, I was always considered to be sweet and kind, so maybe they didn't even notice… Whatever, I don’t care. Oh, by the way, I also decided to skip the Quidditch championship, however, for other reasons. I simply feared that going there would make me conform too heavily to the canon. It was still too early for that. Knowing about the impending war, I had to act highly reasonably and quickly leave Britain. Once being safe, it would then be possible to think of something, to remember, and to help, if the world should suddenly start to follow the canon… Plus, I’ve never liked the British climate anyway, if I did, I would’ve chosen it over France sooner. Another matter would’ve been the Philippines or the Maldives, for example! But I knew everything would work out as always, so I tried not to rush events. Instead, I delved even more into magic, books, and the news, and managed to get myself a laptop and a player. By the way, I always used to listen to old stuff, so even after being transported thirty years to the past, my playlist remained the same. But metal is, indeed, timeless; it doesn't become outdated, only legendary. And simple instrumental melodies have always been there, as well. The only things I miss are soundtracks from The Witcher, Divinity, and Dragon Age… I’d really like to listen to them again. Oh, and I also miss the technology from my time, such as the internet! It frustrates me to such a point that, if I were to put it into words, it would become a hefty booklet, if not an entire book. I can already see the title: “Hermione Granger’s 100 kinds of frustration, or How to understand that you are fed up with everything.” I had no clue how to live without a phone and without the internet, but I did realize one thing: what I needed to do was to invest in IT companies asap. There was just the question of where I could get the money for it, but I had some ideas for that, too. So, in the end, I boarded the Hogwarts Express filled with determination. I had no desire to attend school (especially one like this), but I already possessed a few ideas concerning that. Plus, I needed to stock up on aging potions; I already had experienced my eighteen years being a minor and didn’t want to go back, not wanting to live through that neglect, disrespect, and humiliation ever again. Oh God, going back to being a teenager and having to go to school once more, someone, please kill me… But okay, this time, I'll have my brains and my magic, so what could possibly go wrong?