Hermione Granger

With absolutely no memory whatsoever I suddenly stand in a busy street. People are running past me shoving me out of their way as they go on with their day. I just keep spinning, trying to find a sense of direction, absolutely desperate and scared. A big man runs past me and accidentally pushes me to the ground. As I am sitting there with all the legs and briefcases flying past me I manage to take my first breath. The overwhelming feeling of anxiety slowly leaves my body, the world stops spinning and I begin to think more coherently. It is true, I don't remember anything. But I know how to think, I know how to read, I think I know how to speak.
"Hello" I whisper quietly just to prove myself right. That's good. I am English that much I can gather. The signs around me appear to be English as well.
Suddenly two hands grab my shoulders. Its an elderly lady looking down at me with worry in her eyes. "Are you alright dear?" she asks politely.
I shake my head "I'm a little lost I'm afraid."
"Where are your parents sweetheart? Are you here with them?" that question catches me of guard.
Parents? Yes.. people tend to have parents. I look down at myself. I am short, my hands are tiny and so are my feet. I am rather skinny but my entire body looks a little soft and squishy. I'm a child. Children definitely have parents, or at least a guardian.
I shrug my shoulders "I don't know. I can't remember anything." now that i really listen to my voice i realize i am definitely a child. It's soft and high.
"Do you at least remember your name?" she seems really worried about me now, what a nice lady.
But name. Do I have one? I don't even know if I'm a boy or a girl and she wants me to know my name. Exhausting. But just as I decide this conversation has lost it's purpose a heavy wind blows long strands of white hair into my face. My hair. It's thick, curly and smells like vanilla. Even though boys can have long hair as well and i am not one to assume that they can't use nice smelling shampoo i decide at least for the moment, that I am probably a girl. So a child and a girl in England... what could my name be? I look up at the sky and suddenly it clicks.
"Haven."
"What did you say love?" the lady asks.
I realize that I had been speaking under my breath. I get up, wipe the dirt of my pants and shake the lady's hand. "My name is Haven" I say.
"Haven.." she repeats "a pretty name, really. Does it come with a lastname?" she gives me a little smile but I have no idea... 
I shake my head "I don't remember my lastname".
She gives me a sad look and just as she wants to say something else a young girl catches my eye. She's no older than eleven and her small head is surrounded by lots of bushy brown hair. The old lady doesn't matter anymore. I know that girl.
"Hermione!" I yell as I run towards her "Hermione Granger!" but as she looks back at me I realize that she doesn't know who I am at all. She looks a little scared and reaches for a tall man's hand, probably her fathers. Fuck... I know that she's important, so I need a solid explanation as to why I know her and why I am talking to her. Well I am a child maybe we could've went to school together, or kindergarten. I could say it even if it's a lie. It's not that unrealistic that she could've forgotten me. "I'm sorry" I say. "I know you probably have no idea who I am... it was silly of me to think you did. But we went to school together."
she looks confused "Really? You must've kept to yourself then I don't usually forget people." she tilts her head examining me closely. Its as if she wished to recognize me. So did i. Suddenly another thing flashes through my mind.
"So anyways you get your Hogwarts letter yet?" I don't know why I asked that but it got me the reaction I needed.
"Wait you know of Hogwarts?" She pulls me closer by the arm and whispers in my ear "are you a witch as well?" a witch? Yes of course that's who she is. An incredibly brave and powerful witch, and so smart... but not yet.
I smile "how else would I know of Hogwarts."
she gives me a bright smile "it's so great to meet someone like us in public i was scared to go to school all alone. It's nice to have a friend beforehand. Personally I hope to be in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. What about you?" why the hell do I know what she's talking about??
"I guess I'll be a Slytherin. But I'm not sure." Again I don't even know what I'm talking about. I don't understand where these words are coming from. I don't even know if I'm a witch. I know that I'm not in possession of a Hogwarts letter so how do I know that it has four houses and why does every part of my body wish to be in the Slytherin house?
Hermione wrinkles her nose at the word Slytherin "Slytherin... all dark witches and wizards were once Slytherins."
I tilt my head "Yes... but that doesn't make every Slytherin evil. I can't explain it I just know that I wouldn't fit in any of the other houses."
she shrugs her shoulders "You're probably right." she smiles at me then turns around prepared to leave.
"Wait" I shout "You were always really smart in school. I was wondering if we could study a little bit before school starts." Bold move, considering I didn't even know if I'd be going to school with her but I couldn't lose the only person that made my life make sense.
She turns around bright eyed "I mean I usually study by myself but this could be fun. Do you want to come home with us? I bought a bunch of books at Diagon Alley!" Diagon Alley, another word that makes sense without making any sense at all but her words are relieving. I nod and make a step towards her. But instead of moving her father now looks at me
"You should probably tell your parents that you're going home with strangers, don't you think?" yeah I should but I don' know if I've even got any fucking parents so I give him a smile and say with the sweetest voice
"Oh it's alright sir. They're dead." Wide eyed him and his daughter stare at me
"I am so sorry" he whispers "but you must have some kind of guardian don't you?"
I shake my head "No, just me, sir." it feels weird being this honest but since him and his wife are both muggles this probably isn't the first surprise for him considering his daughter being a witch and all. Wait a muggle? What the fuck is a muggle? A non magical person Am I a muggle? would I call myself a muggle if I was one? Heaven knows, but maybe I would find out while studying with Hermione maybe we would try out a spell or something.