Disclaimer: I own nothing (except the plot) it all belongs to the amaizingness that is J.K Rowling

*This is my first FF so please R&R. I hope y'all like it I'll try to finish it soon, but no promises.(sorry)

Hermione Jean Granger was always perceived as the know it all, book worm. But that was all a facade. Sure she liked to read, and liked to know new things just as much as everyone did, but she did not like the pressure of having to know everything all the time. In fact this is why she was constantly in the Library. Always studying to make sure that she would get nothing less than perfect marks and her facade wouldn't fall apart.

Hermione never wanted to lie to her best friends, it was forced upon her. Her parents weren't the kind and loving parents that she made them out to be. She told everyone that they were kind and loving and caring and generous. The truth is though is that they were horrible people; worse even than the Dursley's. The Dursley's were never nice to her friend, but by no means did they torture him either. No, her parents were much worse. They were abusive. She was afraid to be at home. Afraid of taking a breath. One breath and her mom would punch her in the jaw, and yank her by the hair pulling her into the basement of the house so that no neighbors would hear her scream. Her mother loved to hear her scream. Loved the sound of the yelling, shouting, and eventually pleading. Barb Granger loved to hear Hermione plead and surrender to her dommince. She would punch her in the stomach u until Hermione doubled over in pain. Then she would knee her daughter in the groin yelling at her for not being strong, that she had to withstand the pain, and that she was preparing her for all the pain life would bring. Hermione would then collapse on the cold stone floor of the basement still screaming, not yet resorting to pleading, as Barb and Hermione knew would come in a short while. Barb then seeing the opportunity to make Hermione beg and plead with her to stop, would start kicking her in the ribs, breaking at least three, fracturing others. Hermione would plead with her mother saying, "Please... Please... I-I -I'll do anything... Just stop... "

After hearing Hermione plead with her Barb would crouch over Hermione and whisper in her ear, "Say you're sorry. Say it!

Mumbling in audibly Hermione would say, "I'm sorry"

"Louder!" her mother would yell at her.

"I'm Sorry!" Hermione would yell, having no idea what she was apologizing about.

Her mother would slowly let her up. Watching her every move just in case she would pull out that cursed wand or try to body slam her. Hermione never did though.

Hermione would slowly stand up, cautious of her mother, go up to the kitchen grab the first aid kit and a bag of ice that she would by two times a week, so that she wouldn't run out of supplies, then head up to her room to nurse the few wounds that she could. She could not very well go to the hospital with her mom still her. Her mom would be leaving for work in just over an hour. Her mom was a banker in one town over. Hermione knew that her mother would leave at seven o'clock sharp. Then she would wait 15 minutes before leaving the house. Grabbing her spare keys, that Hermione had made herself once when her mom and stayed home from work one day due to a fever, she walked slowly out of the house careful to shield her face and any other visible injuries from her neighbors who were mowing their lawns so neatly and perfect. The neighborhood Hermione lived in was a sophisticated one. Every family had to be seemingly perfect to the others. Hermione believed that her neighbors were nearly perfect and belonged in this neighborhood, she, however did not. Hermione carefully walked the 5 miles to the hospital. She would simply walk into the ER and be accepted right away. These people knew that she got injured on an almost daily basis, but had no idea what from; she always found a different excuse, this time:

"I got really hurt at my job today," Hermione would tell the medics.

"Oh come here sweetie," one of the women said who often seemed to be more of a mother to her than her own, "let's put you on a gurney and see what we can do for you."

The medic had her lay down and she went to work poking and prodding, every inch of Hermione's stomach, then moved on to her sides, and at the first little touch Hermione let out a sharp yelp. "Oh Hun," the nice lady said, "I'm so sorry, just bear with me as I do an external evaluation of your body."

All Hermione could do was nod as she clenched her jaw in pain. The nice lady kept poking and prodding at her sides. Hermione thought that it would never end. Finally the lady stopped and told Hermione that she was going to have to take some x-rays of her abdomen.

Hermione was wheeled into the x-ray room not more than 15 minutes later. When the doctor finally came in to Hermione's room that they had given her, he asked her, "do you have anyone we should contact?"

"no." she said with no hesitation

"No parents?" the doctor asked

"no." she said solemnly.

"Ok. Hermione here's the news. You have 3 broken ribs and 4 more fractured plus internal bleeding. We need to rush you to surgery right away. We were only waiting for parents to show up or for you to contact someone." the doctor said clearly worried about her.

Hermione nodded in response, the only thing she could think to do because at the moment she was starting to get dizzy and could not think straight.

*2 hours later; after the surgery*

"Well Hermione, your surgery went miraculously well. In all my years as a doctor I have never had a surgery run that smoothly" the doctor told Hermione after she had come to. "You are free to leave in an hour and its 4:32 now so you can leave at-

"wait did you say it's nearly 5?" Hermione panicked.
"Yes... Why."
" I have to get home. Now!" Hermione exclaimed.
"No, no. I really can't allow that"

"but I have to," exclaimed Hermione as she jumped out of bead searching for a shirt and her shoes.

"No, you can't! I don't think you understand-"

"I don't understand, I don't understand? No you don't understand. I need to be home in less than half an hour or my parents very well might kill me." She yelled at the doctor not realizing what she had just said.

"Okay, okay. The doctor finally agreed. Realizing that she had let slip something that she hadn't meant to, and he wanted to get to the bottom of this."