I do not own the world or any of the characters, all rights belong to JK Rowling, I am merely a fan who enjoys writing.
She walked slowly up the steps, careful to be quiet lest she draw any attention and get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris. She had never been out this late before, she knew she wasn't supposed to, but she just didn't care. It was a beautiful night. There were no clouds, the moon was almost full, there was a heavy mist and it was a bit chilly. But Hermione didn't care, she was past that, far past that. Or at least she thought she was, the problem really wasn't how little she cared, but how much.
She was halfway back to the dorms when the flashbacks started
"You stupid little freak! What do you think you're doing?!" her father screamed at her
"I-I don't know daddy, I'm sorry, I won't d-do it a-again" Hermione begged her father through her tears
She stumbled up the next set of stairs as she visualized what came next
"Damn right you won't do it again" he yelled as he back handed her across the face
Hermione reached up and felt her face remembering the blow. That had been the first time. she'd been nine, unable to control her magic. And ever since her first show of magic, they'd treated her like the freak she now believed that she was.
She mindlessly told the portrait the password and fumbled her way through the dark common room up to her dorm. Making her way to her bed, she plopped down and pulled out the drawer of her bedside table. Though it contained mostly books, if one reached all the way to the back of the drawer they might find a small blade, liberated from a razor her father had come home with and then realized that it, oddly enough, hadn't come with a blade…
Hermione pulled the blade out and put it to her wrist pressing as hard as she could she slid the blade across leaving the deepest cut she'd ever made before. She bit her tongue until the blood came trying to keep herself from crying out. She wanted nothing more than to end the pain that had become her life. She ran to the bathroom so she wouldn't make a mess on her bed, not that it mattered. After all, who was going to care if she made a mess on her own sheets? She was going to be dead, they could throw them away.
As Hermione was leaned over the sink letting herself bleed out, Minerva was making her rounds as head of house. She chose random nights to do this. Just a simple head count to make sure that everyone was where they were supposed to be.
She made her way through each room and upon coming to the young witch's room saw a lamp on and an empty bed. She noticed the bathroom light on and the door slightly cracked open. She made her way over to the door and lightly knocked "Miss Granger, dear?" she said softly "are you alright?"
She heard nothing so she gently pushed the door open… She was completely stunned by what she saw. Her student, in fact her most level headed, kind, happy student, was lying against the wall, blood flowing freely from her wrist and quickly losing consciousness.
Regaining her whits Minerva picked up her student quickly noting that at seventeen the child should have weighed about twenty pound more than she did. With a sharp *pop* Minerva was in the hospital wing yelling for Poppy.
"Poppy! Poppy! Come quickly!" she said laying Hermione on the bed and grabbing her wrist to stench the blood flow. "mmhh…. Hurts….." came a faint moan from below her
"Hermione? Hermione, dear? Can you hear me, love?" another slight moan as Poppy came rushing into the room wrapping her dressing gown around herself
"what in Merlin's beard is going on Minerva" she said sounding a bit put out. Then she caught sight of the student bleeding on the bed and her old friend holding back her tears "oh my… oh my, oh my, ohhhhh my!" she exclaimed in a panic "alright Minerva back away. I'll need room" The mediwitch worked quickly bandaging her wrists to stop the bleeding. She quickly ran to her potion store and tipped and very foul smelling potion into the young girls mouth. "Poppy what is that?" Minerva asked nervously. "It's a blood replenishing potion, Minerva." came the reply. "We'll know if it will save her in about two minutes, she may have lost too much, but there is nothing else we can do now." Minerva stared at her teary eyed trying her best not to lose it in front of Poppy.
"Minerva?" Poppy said nervously breaking the silence between them.
"yes Poppy?"
"do we know what happened?"
"I'm afraid not, I found her like this when I was making my rounds"
"good thing you did. A few minutes longer and she wouldn't have a chance"
Suddenly the child on the bed shifted and opened her eyes.
"what?…. What happened? How did I get here?"
then looking up she noticed the two older witches above her. She dropped her gaze to the sheets suddenly finding the pattern very interesting. Minerva was hugging her in seconds "Oh thank goodness you're okay, what on earth were you thinking? You could have died!" Hermione kept hey eyes down and said nothing. She was doing her best to keep the tears back. Why did she stop me? Why? It's what I wanted. It's what they would have wanted…
please review and be kind. This is my first story
