My body twisted in pain as a fire seemed to burn me from inside out. A scream escaped my lips as the pain became even more unbearable than it already was. Relief flooded over my body as the pain subsided. The subsideation of the pain didn't last long enough for me to catch my breath. My body jerked upwards. I forced my eyes open wanting to see the face of my attacker. A familiar face greeted me. My face turned cold out of hatred. My eyes were met with the uncaring face of Ronald Weasley. A smirk was plastered over his once kind face. The pain increased further. A hateful smile grew on his face, twisting his facial features. I looked around helplessly, trying to find anyone that would help me. Unconcerned eyes and smiles greeted me everywhere I looked. Everyone that I had called my friends had turned their back on me in my time of need after everything I had done for them. I saw the Weasleys' eyes wander away from my torture, seemingly unable to watch. Harry's eyes held guilt, but like the Weasleys he chose to do nothing the rest of the Order watched. Anger grew in my eyes overriding the pain that was infused in my body. The pain stopped. A animal seemed to take over my body as I lashed out Ron Weasley, attacking him with any random spell that came into my mind.
A wirlwind washed around me as I was wisked out of my memory.
"And that's what happened." I concluded
"Really?" Pamsy asked.
"Yes really, so now you know aren't you going to tease me, now that yopu know what happened and that I've got no friends and no one to protect me?" I screamed.
Pansy flinched but replied, "I would never do that to you Hermione, I'm here for you know and I'm sorry about all that stuff I said to you before, I really am sorry."
"Thank you Pansy." I said thought teary eyes and hiccups.
Pansy did something that really shocked me she reached over and pulled me into a gentle, comforting hug. I hugged her back which suprised myself.
"Hey Hermione?" Pansy asked, curiosty written in her voice.
"Yes Pansy?"
"Why did they do that to you?" Pansy asked slowly, egar for an answer.
"Well, I got this letter the day before that happened and it said something... It said that I wasn't who I thought I was."
Pansy gasped. Leaning forward egar to hear more, I saw smypathy in her eyes, hidden in the cloud of brown.
"What did it say?" Pansy asked with smypathy sewn in her voice.
"Well it said that, that I wasn't a muggle born or a Granger!" I leaned into Pansy's side taking comfort from her. "They said that I wa-was a Riddle"
"A Riddle?"
"Yeah like Tom Riddle's daughter. When the Order found out they were just horrible to me like I was going to switch sides any minute, or if I already had."
"Don't worry Hermione, I'll always be here for you, I promise."
"Thank you Pansy."
"Hey Hermione do you have anywhere to go?"
"No, they found the Grangers and killed them."
"Well, you can come back to my house if you want." Pansy offered.
"Thank you so much Pansy!" I wrapped my arms around her tightly.
"You can call it your home now, feel free to live with us, my parents won't mind, as long as I safe and not doing anything bad they don't really care."
"Your the best Pansy!"
"Do you wanna go home now?"
"Yes please."
Pansy aparated us to Parkinson Manor, it was beautiful. Everything seemed so perfect. The Manor was painted a pristene white with gardens of roses planted around the edge, nothing looked horrible and dark, except the gate.