Okay, this is a RP between a friend of mine and me. Go and search 'Lady Death Angel' since this god damn thing won't let me do damn links. Well, her HP stories rock! Well, I've altered this and taken out the SNs but if you find a few, I'm realllyyyyyyyyyy sorry.

P.S. Read her stories! As you can tell, she's the one that does Harry and Ron and she's the one that's actually always in character

A girl of 17 slowly stumbled onto the Hogwarts Express at two minutes until 11, when the train left. A dark purple hood covered her head almost totally, except for one thing; brown eyes were stressed and, other than that, were filled with sadness and despair. Ripped, tattered jeans were covering her pale legs, but tons of gashes that were barely scabbed over covered them. The hood that covered her head was attached to a hoodie, and it kept falling down one of her arms, hanging off the shoulder slightly. She didn't even seem to care but it was clear all she was wearing was that. The hood moved just enough that her used-to-be bangs were visible, but the old beautiful chestnut curly locks were now damaged, dead, short frizz.

She slowly climbed onto the train, and started to head down the hallway. Holding onto the wall with each step, she tried to balance herself. Everything hurt and she was on the verge of tears from just walking. But she needed to get down to her best friends so she kept walking. After a little while, only about 3 feet actually, she fell to the ground with a choked sob. Her feet were twisted at weird angles and they seemed to be smashed or cracked.

People were slowly coming out of their compartments at the sounds of sobbing. They all crowded around Hermione, whispering and staring.

Three people came out to help her though: Ginny, Neville, and Seamus. Seamus walked over and tried to help her up but got a huge slap to the mouth and his lip busted and he quickly stopped.

Neville followed and tried to help but soon got a bloody nose. He continued to try and help her up but was at an utter loss when he got slapped again and his lip busted.

Hermione didn't want to be touched, but it was hard to see why since she used to trust these people.

Ginny tried to walk over and help her up but got a scream of, "Don't touch me!" and a punch to the eye. She fell back, stunned, but soon got back up and tried again only to get the same result. Finally, Ginny managed to get a few inches away from Hermione and heard her crying Harry and Ron's name. Looking at Neville, she quickly said, "Get Ron and Harry, now."

Neville ran off, while putting his sleeve under his nose to try and stop the bleeding. Once he got to Harry and Ron's compartment, he stuck his head inside and with stunned eyes and the still-bleeding nose, said, "You do need do dee dis."

The two teens shared a look, shooting to their feet and sprinting out of the compartment. Harry stopped briefly to check on Neville, but was shushed and pushed into the aisle. They made their way through the crowd and, catching sight of Hermione, turned to shield her with their bodies and waved their arms.

"Get out of here, you nosy bastards," Ron said, while Harry just glared.

By the time they had come, Ginny was holding her mouth and crying heavily. A bit of blood was seeping through her hands, but she just stared at Hermione worriedly.

Another teen quickly shoved his way through the crowd, knocking a few students to the ground. With a smirk, the almost albino boy quickly said, "Looks like someone tried to 'tame' her, so to speak."

Hermione just continued to cry and didn't seem to notice anyone there.

"You get the hell out of here, Malfoy," Harry hissed. "We don't have time for this right now."

Ron would have added his own scathing remarks, but figured his best friend would handle it and knelt next to Hermione, whispering her name softly.

Hermione slowly looked up at Ron. With her face covered by the hood, it was hard to see what she was doing but her eyes easily stood out from the small darkness her hood created on her face.

Draco just smirked. "I'd rather stay, thanks. It's quite comforting to see someone's done what I was wishing for since I first laid my eyes on that mudblood."

Ginny slowly stood and looked at Ron and quickly removed her hand from her mouth, and then hastily wiped it with her sleeve. She was bleeding badly and it was clear she had to have lost at least one tooth.

Looking at Seamus, he seemed to read her mind and he quickly said, "Watch out that you don't touch her. She has a nasty swing.."

"Almost wish he would," Ron said over his shoulder. He'd seen her handiwork already, Seamus, Neville and his own sister all sporting the results of trying to touch her. Maybe she'd maim Malfoy since she didn't even like him. But, pushing that thought aside, he hooked his arms around her body. "I'm gonna carry you to our compartment, all right?" he said softly.

She started to panic and tried to push him away but after a moment, she realized it was him and just cried harder.

Seamus and Neville managed to start to get people to leave and Ginny went back to their compartment to try and stop the bleeding.

He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, walking to the compartment.

Harry watched him go, standing between him and Malfoy, glaring at the blonde. "You say one more thing about it and I hear it," he hissed. "And you will regret it."

"Oh what are you going to do? Little ickle Harry is going to beat me up?" He taunted, and Crabbe and Goyle quickly pushed people down and away to stand behind Draco.

Hermione just kept her face hidden, but she only weighed about 75-80 pounds in Ron's arms.

"If I have to. And believe me, I'll love every minute of it." he shot Draco a dismissive look, rolling his eyes at Crabbe and Goyle, past being daunted after six years with them.

"You know I'd have you on the ground in seconds," Draco growled out.

"Always knew you were a nasty pervert," Ron said before nodding his head at Harry. They both turned and made their way past Malfoy and his cronies to their compartment.

Draco growled, not having a nasty reply to throw back at them. He turned around and walked back off to his compartment, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.

Hermione just laid in Ron's arms, crying and curled into the tightest ball she could manage.

They looked at each other, green eyes mirroring the concern in blue. Once they were in the compartment, Ron sat down with her on his lap. "Hermione . . ." he asked hesitantly as Harry closed the sliding door. "What happened?"

She shook her head and tried to move away from him. Keeping her head down, she kept her eyes away from both of theirs. After a moment, she whimpered. "N-No more y-yelling.. N-no more h-hitting.. No m-more h-hurting.." she put her hands over her head and put her face in her knees so it couldn't be seen. Her feet were visible now and small bumps were over them, because broken bone was pushing against the skin in those places.

Harry knelt in front of her, laying his hands on her knees. "Hermione, what happened?" he asked in slow tones, trying not to let his worry seep into his voice. She was really scaring him. She looked awful . . . she looked like she'd been through hell.

She whimpered and jerked her legs away from him then bit her lower lip in pain. She kept her head down so they couldn't see her face. There was something she was trying to hide. "H-He said h-he's going to c-come and k-kill me i-if I l-left..."

"Who?" Harry asked urgently. He glanced up to see Ron staring at her with a pained look on his face, clearly at a loss as to what to do.

She started to shake and still kept her head to her knees so her words were mumbled. "M-Mum l-left and t-t-that w-was when h-he s-started.. s-she said she c-c-couldn't t-take it a-anymore.. s-she said s-she'd be b-back for me.. s-she l-lied.." she sobbed out.

Ron put a hand gingerly on her shoulder. "Hermione . . ." he swallowed hard. "Did your dad do this?"

Hermione suddenly let out what sounded like a muffled wail of pain and yanked her shoulder away. The hoodie fell so it showed that her shoulder was bruised extremely badly and on top of that, there was a large, deep wound on it. "H-He w-was so m-mean.. h-he said h-h-he was doing i-it b-b-because he l-loved me... h-h-he l-lied t-too.. e-everyone l-lied.."

Harry and Ron shared a look. "I'm going to get someone," Ron said haltingly, wide eyes turning back to the wound. "D'you need me to send someone else in?"

Harry shook his head. "No. Just go. I'll be fine." Ron rose, still staring at Hermione.

Hermione still cried heavily. She looked up at Ron with tears streaming down her cheeks and didn't notice until it was too late that the hood fell. She desperately tried to pull it back up but she was too late. Besides a large cut on her forehead, her once beautiful chestnut curly locks were now only an inch and a half above her shoulders, and also were frizzy and tangled.

Ron stopped short. "Hermione . . ." he breathed.

Harry, still kneeling at her feet, frowned. "What happened?" he asked softly, fingering her short curls.

"H-He got a-annoyed w-with it.. s-said it g-got o-only in the w-way.. h-he took s-s-scissors and cut a-almost a-all of it o-off.." she whispered and lowered her head back to her knees. "W-When I t-told him n-not to... h-he cut m-my f-forehead with t-the s-scissors.. and s-said if I c-c-complained, m-more would c-come.." she whimpered as the cut hit her knees but didn't raise her head. It still hurt at some points.

Harry didn't know what to say, just laid his hand on her curls, rubbing her head slowly, to calm her or himself he wasn't quite sure. He looked up, nodding at Ron to go and get someone and he gave a short nod in response, disappearing but not without looking sick at the prospect of leaving Hermione for more than a minute.

Hermione just continued to cry, and suddenly gave a louder cry of pain than before as he touched a certain spot on her head. If he looked, there was a really big bruise on it and he could probably feel a scab that was pretty big.

"We're getting you some help, Hermione," he said softly. "Okay? So don't cry, please." It hurt him to see her in this much pain.

Two cars away, Ron had cornered the witch with the trolley car. "Excuse me!" he said loudly. "Can you help us, please? Our friend's in trouble."

She turned with a frown. "What's that? Of course, I'll help. What happened?"

He shrugged helplessly as she followed him back to their compartment. "No idea. She's got all these cuts and bruises . . . really bad ones and she's been crying since she got on the train . . . I think it was her dad."

Hermione just continued to cry. She couldn't stop, she hadn't been able to stop for days except for when she cried herself to sleep. Suddenly, her hands slowly touched her feet and she started to talk, "I-I t-t-tried to e-escape o-once.. right a-after y-you c-called.." she had heard her father answer the phone half way through the summer and had overheard it was Harry. Her father made up some lie about why she wasn't returning the letters that him and Ron sent, and then hung up. She had tried to get away that night but it had failed, miserably. "I-I had h-heard b-because he l-locked me in the b-bathroom and l-let me t-take a two m-minute bath in b-burning w-water.. but.. h-he caught me.. a-and s-s-smashed my f-f-feet with a s-sledge h-hammer I t-think.." she whispered very quietly.

Harry's hands almost clenched in her hair, but he willed that not to happen, instead trying hard to breathe softly and slowly. What kind of bastard would do this to his daughter? Well, okay, he knew plenty of shitty fathers, enough to run a contest with a photo finish, but why then? Why would he do this? "Why?" he asked softly.

"H-Him and M-Mum were f-fighting a-and a-after she l-left, he k-k-kept saying i-if I was a g-g-good d-daughter, I-I w-w-wouldn't r-remind h-him of h-her.." she managed to say. She wasn't listening to many sentences but had faintly heard the simple question.

"God . . ."he said in quiet disgust as the door slid open.

The trolley-car witch entered the compartment, her look going from worried to severely distraught in the space of ten seconds. "Oh, dear," she murmured, rushing forward.

Harry moved quickly out of her way so that she could take his place in front of Hermione and look her over. He moved to stand by Ron, who looked pale. He rested a hand on his best friend's shoulder and got a sad smile in return.

Hermione just cried and suddenly panicked when the woman started to look her over. She whimpered and crawled away as fast as she could which managed to get her to fall to the ground. Her eyes were wild with fear and she let out a scream of pure pain when she hit the floor.

Harry and Ron both rushed forward, one on either side of her.

"Calm down," Harry said. "She's trying to help. You need her help. We're here. We aren't going anywhere."

Hermione just sobbed, terrified to let anyone else touch her other than her two best friends. When she had hit the floor, a small crack had sounded which wasn't surprising as almost every bone could be seen on her frail body.

The witch stood up. "I can't do much if she won't let me. Not much for healing anyway," she said softly, obviously distressed. "As soon as we get there, you two carry her off of the train and into the carriages. I'll have Madame Pomfrey waiting for you."

Hermione pulled her knees back up to her body and closed her eyes, wanting to go to sleep. She didn't want anyone but Harry and Ron to be around her and she couldn't remember the last time she had actually slept but she wasn't actually trying to recall anything that happened at her house.

Harry and Ron nodded, and the witch left with a pitying look at the girl between them.

"Hermione, maybe you should rest," Ron said softly. "You can get comfortable. Like Harry said, we aren't going anywhere."

Hermione closed her eyes, slowly relaxing and fell asleep.

By the time the train slowly rolled to their destination, Hermione was just waking up. She found herself with her head gently on Ron's lap and her legs on Harry's. After finally realizing where she was, she controlled herself from panicking and looked up at Ron then at Harry. Her eyes were unfocused and bloodshot, and also distressed.

Harry and Ron, who had forced themselves into talking about nothing looked down at her with small smiles they hoped looked encouraging.

"Hey there," Ron said. "How about we get you to the castle to get looked at, yeah?"

Hermione just closed her eyes, still somewhat tired. She didn't seem to respond but she was trying to make herself listen, even though it was hard to actually pay attention.

"I'll carry her," Ron said quietly to Harry as her eyes slid shut.

The dark-haired teen nodded and helped situate them both so they could walk comfortably as possible off of the train.

Hermione didn't move any, just kept her eyes shut. Nothing was running through her head except for how she was weirdly hungry. She had been forced to get used to not eating and barely ever got hungry, so she was slightly confused why.

Harry and Ron did their best to field away questions on the way to the carriages. Hermione was, thankfully, paying little attention to the hushed whispers surrounding them, and neither of them were in any position to get in any fights anyway. They really hoped that they didn't run into Malfoy. Ron couldn't do anything with his arms cradling Hermione, and Harry couldn't do anything because he was worrying so much.

Draco, unluckily for them, pushed his way through the crowd. "Really, it is a lot of an improvement about how she is acting and looking. Whoever did that improvement to her should be highly credited," he said with a smirk.

Hermione either was sleeping or just lying in Ron's arms but it was hard to tell.

Ron glanced down at her and then back up at him. "Fuck off, Malfoy," he hissed, holding her closer to him.

"That's the best you can do?" he asked with the same smirk. "I expected so much higher... wait, no, never mind. You're a Weasley. The only one that is actually used to getting made fun of is your father, then again, he deserves it. You and your siblings just get small insults, not even close to what your family deserves."

Suddenly, Ginny tackled Draco to the ground and punched him square in the nose. "I'm sick of you talking about our family! At least we have one! Your parents don't even look at you like a damn child! More like an annoyance and an unwanted houseguest!" In the past 6 years, many times, she had overheard things that Lucius or Narcissa had said the few times that they had visited Hogwarts. And unluckily for Draco, right then Crabbe and Goyle were trying to see if they could get any food from the trolley before they actually went to Hogwarts, so Draco was forced to fend for himself.

So how'd you like? Not much of a cliffhanger and there WILL be more or I will personally cry. Um… yeah.. This was slightly rushed, and don't ask why… well it seemed rushed but it wasn't really because it was so short. So, yeah, next chapter is gonna be huge. HUGE I SAY! …O.O Sorry.