Hey, this is my first uploaded story, and my first fanfic so I am really sorry if there are things that are not right or if there are some grammar errors in it.
Maybe it would help you to know I write horrorstories, but I'm trying to make this a normal fanfic. I think it's going to work :).
I have changed some things so that those things would fit better in the story; I gave Hermione some childhood memories (They may be a little violent, I'm sorry for that) and a few other things.
All charactars belong to the magnificent writer J.K. Rowling
Please comment your thoughts about this one!
Love, me.

Chapter One.

The knife traced along the collarbones from a 45 year old, brown haired woman.
A red blood trail followed.
The woman screamed an tried desperately to sit still, so that the knife would not hurt her any worse.
Her beautiful brown eyes screamed for mercy but it just got worse.

Hermione woke, up bathing in her own sweat, still hearing the echo of a cold voice laughing.
She looked right in the face of Ginny Weasly.
She looked concerned, puzzled and scared all at once.
'You were screaming again, Hermione.'
Hermione sat straight up in bed and told with a sore throat what she'd been dreaming of.
Ginny pulled her out of bed and handed her her boyfriend sweater.
'This is not good, Hermione and it's enough. This is the 10th time in the past two weeks. We're going to Professor McGonagall and I hope very much she takes us to Professor Dumbledore.'
They discussed this several times but Hermione didn't want anybody to know.
Because in all of these dreams, she was killing her family.

Ginny got what she wanted, a few minutes later she walked with Hermione and Professor McGonagall hastily to Dumbledore's office.
Hermione saw herself reflected in the windows as they walked past them, lightening the corridors with Lumos.
She looked vulnerable and pale, dressed in only her black, boyfriend sweater. It barely covered her tights and she hoped she wouldn't need to bend over or bow or something.

They entered Dumbledore's office and Professor McGonagall told him what happened.
'How many times by now?' asked Dumbledore.
'Ten.' Said Hermione rationally.

'Only family?'

'And friends.'

Dumbledore turned to a painting of an old man and asked him to tell Professor Snape he needed him.

A moment later Hermione heard the Potions Master enter the room, if she not already felt the sigh of wind from his cloak.

'You needed me, Headmaster?' The silky voice made Hermione shiver.

'I'm afraid Miss Granger is his first victim. You can't start soon enough.'

Hermione felt his gaze on her back.

'Miss Granger, follow me please.'

Hermione turned around and obeyed her Potions Master. He took her to the dungeons and entered the potions classroom.
He put a chair a few foot away from his desk, facing it.

'Sit.' He commanded.

Hermione sat down as she felt uncomfortable and tired.
She tried to draw her sweater as far as was possible over her bony knees, but it kept pulling back.

'Familiar with the Legilimency spell Miss Granger?'

'Vaguely.'

'It requires the user of the spell penetration to one another's mind.
The Dark Lord likes to use it to obvious victims, creating dreams and visions to torture them. He would stop if he had them literally begging for death, and only then he would finaly kill them.'

'Is that what He is doing to me?' Hermione asked horrified.

'Obviously.'

Snape turned around on his heels and while he took his wand from his desk he explained;

'These lessons are meant for you to defend yourself against Legilimente, Crusio, Imperio and so forth.
I will attempt to use these spells on you, and you will attempt to resist. '

Hermione swallowed. She still had a sore throat and noticed she had to fight to keep her eyes open. She didn't sleep so well for the past ten days.

'I will begin with Legilimente. Prepare.'

Professor Snape pointed his wand at her and she had no idea how to prepare herself to this.

'Legilimente'

His voice vibrated trough her body and echoed in her head as the first horror pictures of memories lightened up behind her eyelids.

She was six again and entered the living room where her parents were. Her father hit her mother with a small statue of the Big Ben, and she screamed. He hit her again and again. He just didn't stop. Blood streamed over her face as she fell to the ground, screaming crying.

Hermione screamed and cried with her, yelling Professor Snape needed to stop the spell.
But instead of stopping, his voice vibrated again trough her body.

'Focus, Granger! Focus!'

Hermione put her hands between her upper legs on the chair so that she would not falll. She bowed her head and groaned in pain, trying to focus. She felt tears dropping on her arms and a new memory came by.

She was lying in bed and heard the front door slapping. She could almost smell the alcohol her father had been drinking that night. And then she heard the familiar sound of her mother, screaming. All she could do was lying there and hope her father would not enter her room and hurt her, like he normally did. Then she saw her Potions Master standing right in the corner of her bedroom.
'Afraid, Miss Granger?'
His voice sounded normally this time and Hermione thought of her, pushing him out of her room, out of her mind. It worked almost but right before he was gone, she couldn't handle the mental pain, the unease of her Potions Master in her head, her body and the room and above all, she couldn't handle the fatigue anymore.
She felt the ground and the floor slipping away from under her feet. A moment later she felt her head lying down on the cold, chilling pavement.