Here I am again, with another story. Before I start though, I would like to inform the reader that I have taken liberties with this plot - lots of them. In the last story of mine, readers were upset because of that but then again, if I wouldn't change a thing here or there I would be retyping J.K. Rowling's story and as glorious as it is, it is not my intent.

That said, I hope you enjoy this new story - let me know if you do, reviews are always helpful. I do not own the characters or the song, I do own the plot though... mostly the rest is J.K. Rowling's doing.

Enjoy!


Ten-year-young Hermione Jean Granger sat on her bed, the doors of her room closed as she patiently plucked the sites of her guitar, her eyes glued to the note sheet in front of her. By now she knew the rhythm of the song by heart as well as the lyrics, if she wanted to, but she had always felt safer when she could look at the paper for reassurance.

Who were the witches? Where did they come from?
Maybe your great-great-grandmother was one
Witches were wise, wise women they say
And there's a little witch in every woman toda-y
There's a little witch in every woman toda-y

To her left, soft light entered her room through the translucent white curtain that shielded her from prying eyes outside but allowed her to see the world moving on around her perfectly. She was not interested in the world today, though - she was far too occupied with the few accidents she'd had the last few months.

Witches knew all about flowers and trees,
How to use all the roots and the barks and the leaves
(When) People grew weary from hardworkin' days,
Witches made them feel better in so many ways

It had been nothing at first, a child's imagination that if she would blow softly at the ticking gas-hearth the flames would come faster – and to her surprise they did. She had thought nothing of it at first; had simply continued to play her little game and had relished and giggled in the fact that it worked every time.

Who were the witches? Where did they come from?
Maybe your great, great-grandmother was one
Witches were wise, wise women they say
And there's a little witch in every woman toda-y
There's a little witch in every woman toda-y

Her mother always laughed at her childish antics with the laugh of a mother, good-natured and carefree, and she was always called 'The Little Witch' – a reference to her mother's favourite book when she had been as young as Hermione had been, and today it was Hermione's favourite book. After reading that, who didn't want to be a witch?

When women had babies the witches were there
To feed them and help them and give them some care
Witches knew stories of how life began,
Don't you Wish you could be one, well maybe you can

Hermione knew that as a woman she would never have the right to go to school and learn all the great things her brother would surely one day learn, she would, after this year when her basic education was finished, need to learn how to cook, to sew, to raise children. If she was lucky and her father loved her as much as he said he did, she would maybe be allowed to further pursue her studies in foreign languages – she so loved to learn new things.

Who were the witches? Where did they come from?
Maybe your great, great-grandmother was one
Witches were wise, wise women they say
And there's a little witch in every woman toda-y
There's a little witch in every woman toda-y

She would have to be a good girl to be allowed to pursue her studies, a very good girl – there would be no discussing philosophies with Aunt Mae, there would be no talking back to her father when she knew she had read something else somewhere, and there would be no looking over her brother's shoulders when he was learning new things.

Some people thought that the witches were bad
Some people were scared of the powers they had
But power to help and to heal and to care
Isn't something to fear, it's a pleasure to share

Now would she be a witch, her father wouldn't dare to tell her those things. She'd be allowed to learn as much as she wanted, she would do so or she'd be able to hex him real bad. She would set his clothes on fire as she had done with Mister Purcell the other day… it had been really only a joke! She had formed her lips to a small 'o', puckering them as she did and blew soft air over the tips of her front and her middle finger, staring at the hem of his teaching robes. And suddenly they were aflame!

She hadn't even moved from her place and there were no matches outside of father's smoking room… but she had convinced her teacher that maybe the looking-glass at the window had focused the rays of the sun and had singed his robes. Though she knew that it was something else…

Who were the witches? Where did they come from?
Maybe your great, great grandmother was one
Witches were wise, wise women they say
And there's a little witch in every woman toda-y
There's a little witch in every woman toda-y

Yes, that had been one of her incidents. She had also lit the great bonfire of Aunt Mae, for Guy Fawkes Night last year without any fire at all, and the old woman had danced around it with her like true witches would. And only last week she had extinguished the gleaming tobacco in her father's pipe with only a look, when her father had reprimanded her for being a girl – yet again; he had tried to put the glimmer back for over an hour, but every time Hermione had looked at it, it had went out again, and she knew that she was the cause.

Setting her guitar aside again, she unruffled her skirt and decided to go down for a light snack, hopefully she wouldn't roast it again. Ah, to be a true witch and to live up to her potential… what a dream.


Short introductional chapter, it doesn't say a lot yet. The song is from Bonny Lockhart and the book 'The Little Witch' does exist, it was written by Otfried Preußler.