A/N: Oh my goodness! I know! It's been forever since I've actually published a story. Life just really got ahead of me and I totally forgot all about it. Anyways… I think I've just completely given up that story and I just decided to write a new one. I hope you like this one and I promise beyond promises that I WILL finish this story. Anyways I hope you like it, so leave me a review and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism only. No flames please.

Warnings: Rape, Violence and self-harm. Please if this bothers anyone, do not read this story.

I do not own anything just the plot. Anything that you do recognize, belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. Now… I think I've rambled enough… On with the story!

Chapter 1

Looking out of her window at the moon, sat a lonely girl with long brown flowing locks and big brown eyes. Hermione Granger, a 17 year old girl sat with her knees up to her chest, her hand gripping them tightly. She was wearing a black dress that went a little past her knees and her eyes looked incredibly sad.

Earlier in the week on a cold dreary Monday, Hermione got a call that was possible the worst call in her entire life. The wall was telling her that her mother was in an accident earlier that day. She was killed by a drunk driver.

The funeral was a couple of hours ago, but her father was already being unbearable. He hasn't stopped drinking since they got home. She gripped her knees tighter, trying to stop her tears from falling, but it was no use as they slid down her cheeks, landing on her knees. She bit down on her lip, as sobs wracked over her, making her curl up into a ball on the floor. "Why? Why did you have to leave me?" She whimpered. That night Hermione Granger fell into a fitful sleep, laying on the floor in her room.

Hermione woke up the next day, her body sore from sleeping the uncomfortable ground. She looked outside, noticing that it was stormy outside, even though it was the middle of July. She got up from her position on the floor before walking over to her mirror and looking at her reflection. She frowned at her hair and the dark circles under her red rimmed eyes. She shook her head at herself before walking to her bathroom to shower. As soon as she was finished she put on her black skinny jeans and a light blue top, she then grabbed a tie and quickly put her hair in a messy pony tail.

Walking out of her bedroom door, she walked down the stairs in search of her father. What she saw was not something that she liked. Beer cans littered the floor of the living room and her father was passed out drunk on the sofa. She shook her head in slight disgust. Walking over to him, she lightly prodded his shoulder. "Dad," she poked his shoulder again when there was no response. "Dad wake up." She stepped back slightly when she was his eyes open slowly.

Her father grunted when he saw her before pulling himself into a sitting position, "What do you want?" he grunted, making his displeasure known at being woken up from his drunken stupor. Hermione shook her head again before looking at him. "It's half past noon dad. I thought you would want to be awake now," she said. She thought she heard something that sound unmistakably like a growl coming from her father, but she couldn't be sure. "Well you though wrong!" He snapped at her. She was taken aback slightly at his tone because her father had never been anything but nice to her.

He let out another grunt before grabbing his wallet and storming to the door. "I'm going out and I won't be back til later. I expect this mess to be cleaned up by the time I get back!" He barked at her, before he stormed out of the house and slamming the door behind him.

Feeling quite distraught, Hermione looked around the room at the many beer cans that were on the floor before sighing. She started cleaning up the floor the muggle way, before realizing that she was a witch, and 17 at that, before taking her wand out of her pocket, swishing it and making all of the can disappear. Walking over to the kitchen, she realized just how hungry she was, before making herself something to eat. For the rest of the day she occupied herself with trivial things to keep her mind off of her unusually silent house.

Hermione didn't realize that she had fallen asleep, until she heard the loud bang of the front door, jolting her out of her sleep. Her bleary eyes looked towards the source, before she brought her hands up to wipe the sleep out of them.

Her eyes widened as she noticed her stumbling father almost fall over. She looked at the clock on the mantel and saw that it was already 2 in the morning.

She hoped that her father didn't see her and she bit her lip as she got up from the couch and started tip toeing towards the staircase. It was just her luck that as soon as she put her foot down, the floor board creaked from under her, and her father's head snapped in her direction.

"You! It's all you f-fault! I k-know it's all you fault!" Her eyes widened when he said this, as she stopped completely in her tracks, her father stomping over to her and grabbing her shoulders roughly. "Y-you killed her! I know you did!" he screamed in her face. Hermione shook her head vehemently, "No! I didn't kill her! I didn't!" She shouted in fear at her father. "Don't lie to me! I k-know you killed her!" He slurred drunkenly. "No! I.." Her next words were cut off by her fathers hand smacking her hard across the face.

Hermione looked up at him, at a loss for words. Her cheek stinging from the slap. She whimpered slightly as she felt her father's fingers digging into her shoulders before pushing her roughly against the wall, her head hitting hard against it. She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out as her father brought his face closer to hers. "Don't lie to me you little bitch!" He shouted at her. She felt tears stinging her eyes as she kept denying the accusations. "I didn't." She whispered again as she felt another sharp sting to her cheek.

That night was possibly the worst night for Hermione ever. As soon as her father left her, so he could pass out on his bed, she tried getting up from the floor where he left her. She let out a sharp gasp of pain gripping her sides from the hurt that she was experiencing. Her father had decided that he wasn't done, so kicking her in the ribs was a good idea to him. She finally got up from the floor and slowly trudged up to her room.

She collapsed on her bed, hissing in pain, and curling up on her uninjured side. She didn't know any healing spells, so her wand wouldn't come in handy. She bit down on her lip, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. She didn't know why her dad was acting this way, but she knew that she wouldn't survive the summer if he kept acting that way.

She curled up tighter into a ball, ignoring the pain in her side and finally released the tears from her eyes sobbing. She missed her mother dreadfully and for a moment as she felt was anger at being left alone with her father. That moment was a fleeting one however before she started sobbing even harder at the thought of even being mad at her mother.

That night Hermione fell into another fitful sleep, a black and blue bruise already starting to form on her cheek from where her father decided to leave his first mark for the summer. She slept on that night, not knowing that the worst was yet to come.

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