Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, they of course belong too a miss JK Rowling that we all know and love or we wouldn't be writing these tributes of sorts.

Authors notes: I don't know where this came from but I thought it would be interesting - this will be a Minerva / Hermione story I can assure you, but it might take me a while to get there, I'm not very good at writing Fanfic yet and I know I tend to waffle on a lot of rubbish smiley face but you'll just have to go with it. Oh and as I said this will eventually be a HG/MM ship story so if that ain't your thing then don't read below this little line here Points downwards oh and this contains ref to abuse so again if that sorta thing upsets you in anyway then please don't read on.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story if you do get any further than the line, and please do review - review mine and I review yours .

Minervarulez xx

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If You Only Knew……..

Chapter one - holiday nightmares

The only thing that was keeping the young girl (well woman now, she was nearly eighteen) alive over these last few weeks of her summer holidays was the knowledge that she would be returning to school. That soon her best friends parents would show up and she would spend the remaining few weeks at either the orders headquarters' or at their home. Anywhere but this hell she'd come to know.

She'd had a horrible summer so far, it had started as soon as she'd arrived home - no one was there at the station to pick her up, so she had to make her own way home - which was unusual to start with. Then she discovered that her mum was ill, seriously ill. None of them, not one member of the family had bothered to write to her to tell her that her mum was ill, that she was dying of cancer. A month into the holidays her mum had taken a turn for the worst, and sure enough a few days later her mum had lost her fight. And now the young woman turned back to her books for comfort, sat most of her days alone crying in her room it was the only way she could deal with this sudden change - she went back to her studies. And well her dad - lets just say he hadn't taken this sudden change of circumstances too well at all.

He'd always been a violent man, she'd known that since she was little. Short tempered and well on a few occasions (though neither of her parents knew she'd witnessed any of it) he'd beaten her mother, he'd even put her in hospital and she was told her mum had fallen down the stone steps outside their home. After her mothers death he'd turned to drinking. Drinking all the time when he wasn't working. With her mother now gone he'd started to use her as his favourite punch bag to vent his anger. It started out just once a week, but it had gradually became more and more often as his drinking got worse. She must have done something to deserve this she thought to herself one afternoon as she sat in her room - must have done something to anger him. So that evening when he started she said she was sorry - she apologised, she apologised and the beating stopped. She tried this a few times and it worked but well it didn't last long but it worked to start with. He'd became more and more violent as the weeks drew on. Like one night at the start of last week - for the first time he forced himself upon her - tore at her night clothes and threw her on her bed, she'd hit her head on the wall but he didn't really care as he raped his own daughter. She'd cried out to her mother for help - but of course there was no reply and there wouldn't be but she continued to cry.

She now sat in her room crying as she remembered the last few nights - he had 'visited' her on both occasions - he hadn't said a word to her at all, just violated her and left no sign of any emotion in him whatsoever- nothing behind those eyes and it haunted her. I must be being punished for something i've done she thought - I must have done something to deserve it. Maybe i burnt the dinner? Maybe i was making too much noise? she thought. It had to be her fault - he'd never been like this before, never this bad. So why now? She didn't have the answers and if she'd asked he would just beat her again - so she was left unknowing and resolved to thinking that she was receiving this treatment as punishment. Sitting alone in the dark, thoughts of running away began to fill her head, but she couldn't Mr and Mrs Weasley wouldn't be able to find her if she did. So she had to stay put.

She continued to live her holiday nightmare, she had to until they came and got her. Hermione Granger would have to wait in her nightmare until they would come and rescue her from it, she would have to survive this a little longer.