No Hope

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger had had a tough childhood. The other kids didn't understand her. The teachers were blind to her feelings. Even her own parents were ignorant to her inner strife.
As she grew she started to lose hope that things would one day be better. That she'd have friends and her parents would love and cherish her not for her intelligence but for simply being her.
By the time she turned 11 she started to believe her wish for a place to belong would never happen. Until a Minerva Mcgonnagall showed up at her house to inform her that she was a witch. Inspired with the hope that she had finally found somewhere to fit in she studied as hard as she could so she would know as much as possible of this new world.
Upon reaching Hogwarts though her dreams were once again thwarted. Sure she was a witch but she didn't belong her either. The other witches and wizards thought she was a know-it-all bookworm and she was starting to think they were right.
When Ronald Weasley made fun of her to his friends not caring that she was right behind them it was the last straw. Hermione spent the rest of the day hiding in the girls toilets, not even coming out for the Halloween Feast.
She had barely mustered up the courage to step outside the door when a loud bang sounded from in front of her. As she looked up she gave a blood curdling scream as the troll waved its club and tried to bludgeon her to death.
Harry Potter and Ronald Weasely ironically enough had come to the rescue and ever since they had been inseparable. And for a while that was enough, she was happy. Of course having the Harry Potter as a best friend had its down sides but for the rest of her school years she took comfort in the fact that she had a family. A place to belong.
Until the day that ruined everything, and destroyed all the hope she had for a life with anything but dread and despair.

AN: Hello, this is my first fanfiction so please go easy on me and I'll try to update as much as I can. Thank You!

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