Prologue
I don't own Harry Potter!
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The air consisted of the heavy feeling of depression and darkness, it was cold and dank in the castle walls and every day was just a slight more bit of misery with nothing to live for. I have nothing to bring hope and happiness to my heart and a true smile to my face. At night I lay there in bed crying, with the past horrors of my life flashing across my vision, I barely sleep or eat. Though people believe I am fine and seem to just fall into the false emotions I place out so I hide my true self behind the mental wall in my mind, so I can pretend that I am okay. Life has been so hard for me; this summer has changed me a lot. I ran away during the summer, and I came back here to the school for the little sanctuary I have to surround me with normalcy that I have grow up with for the past six years. This year will be my seventh and final year, and it starts in a few days. So I will have to face the people I also want to escape. All they do is call me a Mudblood, and good for nothing skank. I am looked down at, but it is going to have to change. I have changed my looks; I dyed my hair black and wear makeup. I wear mostly black and I have a pair of combat boots. The reason I ran away is because I had nothing, my dad is a worthless drunk who beat me. My mom abandoned me. Everyone thinks 'Oh Granger has the perfect life, is miss perfect. 'But people need a serious reality check. I have to go replace the bandages on my wrist now.
Hermione Granger
Hermione sat there lying on her bed looking at her wrists, and the numerous amounts of scars that reached from the wrist to almost the elbow. No one ever noticed how much hurt has come to her. She was just relieved that she escaped her home life.
Hermione came home around 5 in the afternoon, just silently hoping that her father wasn't home. Instead she came home to her father sitting there watching TV with a half empty bottle of rum sitting next to him. 'Great he is drunk again' Hermione thought to herself.
"Get over her you useless piece of shit" Hermione's father screamed at the top of his lungs.
Hermione slowly walked over to her dad, dreading it. When she got over to him, he grabbed arm and then punched in the stomach. She let out a cry. The beating continued on for another hour, and ended up passing out on the floor.
That's how it was almost every night for Hermione. She promised herself that she would never go back there. She hated the way she was. Instead of bandaging up her wrists she took out a silver knife and cut herself. 'The pain makes sure that I am alive, all I feel is depression is hate.' She cried herself to sleep.
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Okay so please review! I know its short but it's only the prologue.
-Anny ~xxKuroixNobara~