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The characters are OCC! Hermione is alone. The twins are bullies. If you don't like it, don't read it and don't complain about it to me.

Hermione walked her way to platform 9 and 3/4 to complete her sixth year at Hogwarts. She saw her fellow Gryffindor friends Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ginny and waved at them. She also noticed Dean holding Ginny's hand. Hermione smiled at the two for being together, yet she was upset that Ginny didn't tell her in through the letters they sent to each other. As a matter of fact, she never mentioned anything in her letters because she only wrote back once. Hermione sent over twenty letter to each of her friends and none never wrote anything once, except Neville and Luna, who wrote back rarely. Hermione needed a distraction. During the summer, her mother died of cancer and her father became depressed and blamed Hermione for his wife's death. He even told her that she wasn't his daughter. Some days after work, he would drink more and would begin to beat her. He even tried to rape her once. Since her mother's death, she never touched or read a book, just stared at the fireplace as her father beat her. He starved her several day, then would give her half a piece of stale bread and small small amounts of water each day, and then didn't forget food for another few days. Now, she was so thin, you could see her bones through her clothes. You could barely see her curves unless she's in her underwear or if she wascompletely naked.

"You are my perfect princess Mione," she remembered her mother said to her.

Lies, Hermione thought. All these years, Hermione worked hard to be perfect, but everyone finds a way to make fun of her. One of her worst tormentors were the Weasley twins and Draco Malfoy. The twins would tell Hermione that without her smarts, she would be nothing but a hideous burden no one would want. They would tell her that a Blast-Ended Skrewt was a thousand times more prettier that herself and that a mirror would brake just by the sight of her. They would question her on who would want to be her friend and that Harry and Ron were idiots for being friends with a know-it-all. They were worse to her than Malfoy. Maybe Malfoy didn't like her and he insulted her as much as possible, but the twins were mocking her or insulting her everyday, 24/7. Ever since her mother's death, and the insults from the twins, she began cutting her wrists to make the physical pain overtake the emotional and soon enough, she learned not to show her emotions. She smiled rarely because she never found a reason to smile. She thought dark things, she saw dark things, she even done dark things such as threatening a person and attempting to kill them.

Anyways, she walked down the platform, ignoring all the people hugging and waving hello to their fellow friends. She noticed two very tall red headed twins, who noticed her, smirked and began to walk toward her.

"Hello Granger," George said.

"Trying to change your style to look cool?" Fred asked and sneered at her as she showed no emotion, which annoyed the twins very much.

"Well, it's not working, you are still nothing. You mean nothing. Why would my brother be friends with someone like you?" Fred continued, shoving her hard, making her fall and land hard on her wrist. He tried hit her, but she blocked him with her arm and grabbed his hand and twisted it. He hissed in pain, but since he was stronger than him, he grabbed the wrist holding his own, grabbed it, and twisted it twice as hard as she did to him. She cried out in pain, but her eyes still showed no emotion. He let go of her and saw her grab her wrist looking at the blackish-blue bruise along it. Fred gave her be last look and walked away with his twin.

She was trying to figure out why they were here if they already had their last year. She assumed that their mother wanted them to complete their last year once they left to work at their new shop. Maybe that's why the twins were so cranky, but she could give two shits about them. She walked in the train, looking for an empty compartment. Once she found one, she put her bag on the rail and laid down across the seat. She closed her eyes and saw her mother's peaceful face when she took her last breath. She saw the hate in her tormentors eyes. She was the faces her best friends make when she was around, they looked pained, like they didn't want her there. She saw the annoyed look of everyone in Hogwarts when she walked in the room. She saw the disgust look in her father's face. She realised the one person who really loved her was one. Even the people in her muggle school didn't like her either.

She couldn't take it anymore. She stormed out of the compartment and ran to the nearest empty bathroom. Fred, who saw Hermione walk across his compartment, smirked, and attempted to walk out when sheathe caught him.

"Where are you going Gred? "

"I gotta piss, I drank too much water on the way the King's Cross."

With that, Fred followed the brunette and watched her walk into the bathroom. He walked to the door and pressed his ear III brought it, listening to the sound of water from the sink. He also heard splashing with the faint sounds of sniffles. He heard something run against the marble of the sink then he heard nothing. After a few seconds he heard he hissing in pain and then she began to mutter something, he could only make out some of the words.

"Why did she have to leave...damn Malfoy...damn Weasley twins...maybe I am nothing...my father beats me...I can't stop cutting myself...I am nothing...my friends don't want me anywhere with them without being embarrassed...nobody likes me...I am nothing...everyone hates me...I am nothing...my mother is gone because of me, father says so...no one wants to be with me, I'm hideous, just like the twins said...I am nothing ...my father attempted to rape me...because I'm nothing... no one will never love me again...because I am nothing...no one would care if I die...because I, Hermione Granger, am nothing."

Fred's eyes popped from their sockets and ran away from the door and back to his compartment, his face red from running so fast. George saw Fred's face covered in fear and stared onto nothing.

"Fred are you okay?" no answer was heard, "Fred?"

Hermione, who was cutting her wrist again, who was still muttering, heard footsteps running away from the door. Hermione suddenly panicked, picked up the knife and stuffed it in her pocket, wiped the blood from the sink and floor, and she walked out looking to find someone in the hall. She saw no one. She tried to wipe the tears away, but they would stop flowing out. She forgot how it felt to cry. She walked past his compartment again and Fred look at her, really looked at her and saw her unhealthy, very thin body.

For once in his life, he felt sorry for her.

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