Brilliant, but Scary

Chapt 1

Hermione Jean Granger had been up until last month an incredibly intelligent but socially awkward school girl. Now having just turned eleven been informed by a brisk and somewhat intimidating woman that she was actually a witch. All of those odd happenings that often left her classmates weary of her now she guessed made sense. Her outbursts were often linked to her emotional upset. It only took the the bullies a couple of years before they figured it was just best to leave her alone. Not that she ever did anything on purpose, but she could only take so much before that pressure in her chest burst. Usually resulting in something unpleasant.
Mrs. and Mr. Ganger were somewhat hesitant for their promising little girl. They were people of facts, and science for the most part. However they did remember each and every unexplainable occurrence that had happened since they brought Hermione home from the hospital. The floating books and rare but intense tantrums. They worried sending her off to another school that she may struggle to fit into. However one thing they knew about Hermione was that she is resilient and loved learning about anything new. This would be one big new world to learn about.
The first trip to Diagon Alley had been quite the experience for her parents, but Hermione couldn't stop staring. From the people, to the shops, food to the supplies. The tingle of excitement that trilled her spine and tickled her finger tips lasted from breakfast until dinner. Luckily her parents had gifted her quite a large spending ability for books, which now took up a large space on her desk in her room.
That final year before her term started at Hogwarts she had completely finished her reading list for the first year and most of her extra books. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be an overall welcome to the wizarding world book, there was a one on recent history that included the events of Voldemort spanning also the last twenty years or so. Hermione didn't feel too far out of her depth at that point.
-Break-
The hat settled utop her fluffy hair, the voice resonated in her mind. 'Hmmm yes, difficult one you are' it said. Nibbling her lip Hermione could only adjust on the hard wooden stool and glance around her at the expectant faces seated at the large tables.
'Ah yes, intellect and logical. Yet ambitious and brave. Where shall we place you?' It murmured. 'It ought to be...'
"RAVENCLAW" The hat shouted.
The house of blue and silver clapped while Hermione stepped off the stool and headed towards an open spot.
The breath she had been holding easily released, the tension in her shoulders also eased. She could do something based off of knowledge and whit. She could connect to these people. A timid smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she sat across from another boy already sorted in their year.
-Break-
Ravenclaw had become a place of peace for Hermione. Not to mention the unreal library she found all of her other free time dedicated to. Most of her housemates were intellectual and easy enough to speak to. The one in particular that struck a cord with her was Padma Patil, who apparently had her twin sorted into Gryffindor. Both girls were darker skinned with lovely thick black hair that laid along their backs. They both were of Indian decent located within Britain. The had their own heritage and cultural differences they also brought to their new schooling.
There were times Hermione often found herself inquiring about topics she was unable to find the answers to her new dorm mate. Padma seemed eager enough to share her knowledge and experience for the dear muggleborn. Including owl post and wizarding communication.
Hermione was quite excited to expand her new calligraphy skill to her parents. Who she sent mail to at least once a week. They themselves were quite curious of all the interesting things she was learning. Find herself surrounded by intellectuals also made for less complications she wrote home about.
That was until of course the Mudblood incident. Bigotry seems to be a cultural struggle no matter where you were.
Hermione had been walking down the hallway on to her Transfiguration class when she had heard someone make a statement that was wholly incorrect. Not knowing what she was butting into she had swung herself around to correct the individual, because who of course would want to go around spouting the wrong information.
That person had of course been one of Draco Malfoys side grunts. Of course Hermione knew who Malfoy was, even if they didn't have any classes together. Everyone knew who Malfoy was.
The mistake resulted in a step down Hermione's path of knowledge. That however didn't happen until after the current turmoil. Which would have to wait until after class.
The words circled faster and faster in her brain. Whirling from a simple response to a singular stream of non stop thought. 'You're nothing but a filthy little mudblood.' Yourenothingbutafilthylittlemudblood' YOURENOTHINGBUTAFILTHYLITTLEMUDBLOOD'
That word. Even if it came from the mouth of that snob Draco Malfoy, Hermione couldn't forget it. In response she did what she always did best. Research. However no matter what cultural or historical book she pulled from the library shelves, no matter how many hundreds of pages she read the term did not come up. She did make notice of many more topics to further her understanding at a later point in time.
With frustration painted firmly on her face, Hermione drew back her unmanageable curls into a quick knot at the base of her skull and grabbed her bag. Huffing from the weight dragging down her right shoulder she lumbered as fast as she could towards Madam Pince. The librarian sat at the front desk near the door meticulously scanning the books piled next to her. Although only a few months into the school year Hermione easily got along with the some what unpleasant woman. She was very strict and held a lot of love for each and every book in the library. Much like Hermione was beginning to.
Standing at the edge of the organized yet full desk Hermione bit her lip and waited until the librarians eyes stopped scanning and lifted from the book in her hands.
"Madam Pince" She greeted with a nod of her head. Pince marked her spot in the book and closed it.
"Ms. Granger"
Taking a deep breath Hermione prepared herself for her question, having the feeling this was not a commonly acceptable conversation topic.
"Sorry to bother you this evening but I have a question about a term I am struggling to find the meaning to. I've already searched all of the books I would think might contain something to help but now I am starting to believe this word is not something often found in polite conversation."
Meeting the librarians dark brown eyes Hermione saw the twitch of her brow and slight down turn of her lips.
"Go on." Madam Pince instructed.
Giving a quick swing of her head to and fro the girl confirmed their somewhat isolation from the rest of the library residents. Fingers tightening around her book bag indicated her nerves.
"I heard another classmate use it in a sentence. The word was Mudbllood."
The madam grave a small gasp. Tsking and shaking her hatted head a flicker of sadness shone in her eyes as her mouth perused.
"That term is something that one will not find in books located here in our esteemed library. Readily available nor in the restricted section. It's very unfortunate one as young as you were exposed to such terrible bigotry. The term was something many used for a witch or wizard that was born from muggles. In reference to not having a pure magical blood line." Pince concluded.
An uncomfortable twist pulled at Hermione heart. She had a feeling she was not going to like the answer. Even though it had confirmed something that was unpleasant that small part of her brain whispered to her how at least now she knew. She would not be ignorant again.
"Thank you Madam Pince. I am glad to know the library would no hold such a horrid topic I do find myself wondering about all that I will come across that I will not understand because I am not able to research it. If I find myself in a similar situation in the future what would you suggest I do?"
"Humph" The librarian crossed her arms. "I would suggest, other than asking someone more knowledgeable than yourself, although do not bother me with ridiculous things in the future, that you should first try the bookstore in Hogsmead. Or if you find the time you can travel to the library of Alexandria. Topics such of those will most likely however be found in personal journals."
Knowing she was running out of the unusual kindness of the librarian Hermione nodded again before readjusting her bag and heading toward the library exit.
Her assignments had been completed and she was ahead for the next lesson for each class. Hermione was set to focus on studying her next important topic.
Pure bloods. Because of course, knowledge is power.

First chapie was a bit short, but really I want to focus more on after she really gets into her first year of Hogwarts. Getting there wasn't as important.
R