AN: Hey guys, this is a story I've been thinking about. I don't know if anyone is going to like it so I don't know if I'm going to continue it. I would like to hear what you guys think and if you guys want to see more chapters. :D
Hermione lay curled up in her compartment reading Hogwarts: A History. The train ride back to Hogwarts was usually enjoyable for her. She would visit with her friends after a long summer of traveling with her parents but this year was different. She was returning to Hogwarts a different girl.
She sighed and thought back on the events of the summer. At first she had been thrilled to be home with her parents; to see them smiling towards her with pride and have them hug her, whispering in her ear how much the missed her but as she stepped off the train she knew things were different. Her parents didn't have the same light in their eyes. The car ride home had been quiet; her parents hadn't even turn on the radio. When they reached their home, her father had carried her trunk upstairs and had asked her to come and sit in the living room.
Those few minutes in the living room had changed her. Her mom had started crying the second she reached the bottom of the stairs and her dad had a grimace on his face like he had just caught his daughter in bed with a man. Nervous, Hermione poked and prodded her parents to tell her what was wrong. Through sniffles her mom had explained that while she was away at school, her and her father had decided to get a divorce. They were no longer happy together. They had already sold their dentist office and had used the money to buy Mr. Granger a flat on the other side of town.
What a shock. Her parents hadn't even hinted that anything was wrong in all of their letters through the school year. With a sniffled smile Hermione looked out the window at the passing scenery. She didn't even know where Ron or Harry were sitting. Once she boarded the train, twenty minutes early as usual, she had found an empty compartment and locked the door. She wanted to be alone. She wasn't ready to face anyone yet. She closed her book and put it in her trunk, pulling out a shiny metallic razor blade. This was her friend. It made her feel better just to hold the blade in her palm; just to stare at it. Other times, she would push her sleeve up and push the razor blade into her skin. Today was one of those days. Hermione pushed her white uniform sleeves up to her elbows. Looking at all of the scars she had left behind over the summer. They made her feel relief, helped her feel like everything would be alright. Slowly, Hermione placed the blade to her damaged skin and pushed the blade in. She wanted to see how far she could go; just pushing the shiny silver into her white forearm. She drew the blade down, quick and fast. With a pained smile she looked at her master piece. There was now a gash in her forearm like a canyon had opened up. It started to turn pink and then red as blood began to fall from the slice she had caused. One drop at first and then the blood became a stream. This was her release. This is what helped her feel safe. Hermione put the razor blade in her breast pocket for close keeping and shoved her sleeves down. No matter how much she wanted to cut the regret of doing so would always haunt her mind.
Hermione continued to cycle the memories from the summer through her mind. Calmer now, but still frantic thinking of everything that had happened. She watched as her dad left the house to go to his flat without a second glance. Her mom had given her a sympathetic glance as tears started to fall down her face. She had run out of the front door and down the street to the corner park. Crying on the swings for hours. That was where she met Aiden and Hailey. They had come strolling through the park laughing and playfully pushing each other. They had become her best friends that summer. She needed them now. While she was alone on her way back to Hogwarts.
Hermione stared back out the window. She had seen these hills and valleys enough to know they would be arriving shortly. Soon, she was going to have to face her friends that she had ignored all summer. Soon, she would have to face herself.
AN: So, let me know what you guys thought. I just wanted to share my idea. Thanks for reading! Alixander.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor will I ever.