Disclaimer: This is the second story to my story The Lesson From Hell. I would read the first story if I were you, but you don't have to. This story will contain abuse; both physically and sexually and self-harm. If you are not fond of stories that contain this material in it, please do not read.

After I talked to Professor Snape about my home life, he suggested that I talk to Professor McGonagall. He said that it would be easier to talk to a woman about the abuse that I have endured since I had been little. I actually liked this idea and thought that it was logical. The only thing was, I did not wish to burden her with my problems. I expressed this concern to Professor Snape, and he said that I shoud stop believing myself to be a burden, because I am not. My first meeting with her is tonight I'm a little nervous about talking about what has happened to me. I mean what if she is disgusted with me? Or what if she decides that I'm to damaged to deserve help? I have not expressed these fears to Snape, because I already know what he will say. You are not disgusting or damaged, Hermonie, Professor McGonagall will never think that. Blah Blah Blah, I know that he is probably right, but I still can't help being scared of what she will think of me.

In the Great Hall during dinner, my apprehenstion about the whole situation is radiating of of me. Snape must sense it because he gives me a small smile and nodd. Right after dinner, I make my way down to Professor McGonagall's office and she is waiting there, grading papers, but all the same waiting for me. I take my time getting to a desk, and she must be able to see my nervousness due to my posture ,because she offers me a warm smile.

As if reading my mind the woman I admired most look down toward me and said "Hermonie I know that you are nervous but before we talk I want to ensure you that whatever is said here stays between you and I. I of course have to report back to Professor Snape your progress but that is for his sanity. He will never here of our conversations, that I promise you."

This statement made me sigh in relief, but my anxiety that I had before during dinner came back full force. To ease the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomache I decided that I should just be brave and face my fears head on. At least I won't be disapointed later on in these discussion. "Professor, may I ask you something", I asked all though I already knew the answer would be yes?

"Of course Hermoine, although I wish for you to call me Minvera here. No formalities needed, and you never have to ask my permission to ask a question", Professor, I mean Minerva said.

"Um what if you decide that I'm to damaged and disgusting. What if you decide I'm just to much of a burden, and you don't think that I deserve your help", I said this in a whisphered rush, hoping that my glistening eyes didn't show.

Though Minerva must have seen my eyes because she quickly got up and sat in the chair next to me. She took a deep breath, squeezed my hand and said "Hermoine, I will never think that you are to damged and disgusting. Never will I think that. You are not a burden and you do deserve me time and help. Please Hermonie, I ask that you understand that you are an amazing child that does deserve help and kindness". Minerva said this with a note of pleading in her voice. Desperatly trying to make me realize this.

"Okay, Pro-Minerva", I said. Although I think she could tell that I didn't quite believe what I had said.

"Now Hermonie the first thing I wish to talk to you about is the cuts on your wrists", Minerva said with a stern yet soft voice.

I dreaded this discussion and instead of answering, I thought about why I really do hurt myself and then it dawned on me. I answered honestly with hesitation "Because I don't think I deserve to live."

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