A/N: He y'all! This is a repost just to let you know. My original account got terminated and this story along with it so if you've read this story and liked it it's going to be coming up a little at a time. I have the most current chapter almost completely typed so no worries. Anyways enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters residing in said series.

OK. Now on to the story, my ramble is complete.

--It's My Life and I Want to Forget--

Prologue

"Momma? What are you doing?" a three-year-old Hermione asked.

"Nuthin' Liz. Just enjoying some company," her mother answered in between moans.

"Marie, who's this brat?" said the stranger who was screwing her mother, "Is she yours?"

Marie Frankland didn't answer because she had reached her climax, and was now laying next to her partner, panting.

"That'll be fifty bucks George. You got it good this time. I was hornier than a Texas horny toad."

George got up off the bed and walked over to the pile of clothes next to the nightstand. He grabbed a grimy t-shirt, a pair of UFO's (see Infinity Moon's bio, the Undergarment scale), and ripped, torn, faded jeans that looked as though they had been through a tornado or two. He dressed and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. His filthy, grimy hands pulled out a tattered and beaten fifty dollar bill from the billfold and he handed it to the little girl who was standing in the doorway with her mouth open, her face as pallid as the off-white sundress she wore, staring as though she had seen the phantom of the opera jumping out of the toilet stark naked singing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' to a pride of lions in Antarctica. The little girl accepted the money and the man proceeded out the door to his beat up 1972 Chevy POS.

"Momma? Who was that man and why was he shoving that thingy on his front butt inside your wingle-dingle?" Hermione asked.

"Eliza Hermione Frankland! You were looking! That's totally guh-ro-oss! How disgusting! And it's none of your business!" Marie replied.

"Maybe so momma, but I think it is my business since I witnessed it."

Hermione turned on her heel with her hands clasped behind her back, and stalked out of the room with the fifty dollar bill stilled clutched between her fingers. Her mother apparently didn't see this as she did not jump up and follow her daughter out of the room.

Hermione trudged back to her room, and jumped and wriggled onto her bed. The life she was living was no life that a three year old should have. She took the filthy fifty dollar bill and stuffed it in a crack in the wall next to her pillow with all of the other bills that she had collected since she was able to walk. If she kept this up she would be rich enough to get up and walk out the door, never to come back.

She jumped off her bed and ran to the stairs. She sat down on the top of the steps and slid down them each bump making her laugh and squeal. "Owee! That hurt! But It was fun! I'll do it again later." She ran across the living room to go play in her play room, but she stopped when saw what her father was doing.

"Yeah. Luis, I'll take six boxes of the stuff. I'm gonna make me a pretty decent livin' off it," her father said.

"Sure ting Harvey Man. I get you hooked up wit da goods and you get me hooked up wit your wife for free," Luis bargained.

The two men shook hands, and Luis departed out the front door. Harvey Frankland turned around to see his young daughter staring at him, her eyes wide with fear and shock.

"What's wrong Liz? Never seen a business deal before?" he asked her.

"I think what you're doing is wrong daddy. You should stop. It'll get you nowhere but jail."

Hermione ran out of the house into the back yard, her short, curly, butter blonde hair shaking with the wind. She ran through the woods that was her backyard and came up to her Grandma's house which was conveniently just a short trek through the woods, or a drive around the corner.

"Gram! Gram!" Hermione called at the back door of the little mountain home.

A slightly rotund lady with white hair and shockingly blue eyes opened the back door and ushered the little girl inside her home.

"Hermione, what's going on? Your parents didn't let you come did they?" she asked.

"No, but I need to get away! They're doing horrible things like..." Hermione's voice faded.

Harvey was standing in the doorway, his curly gray hair blowing in the wind, a smirk the size of Alaska on his face.

"Like what Liz? What are your mother and I doing that's sooo horrible?" his words rained with sarcasm, and victory dripped from his eyes.

"Um... well... nothing. You are doing nothing wrong. Nothing at all," Hermione stuttered, shaking like she had seen a ghost.

Harvey picked Hermione up and carried her out the back door. When they were out of ear-shot he whispered harshly in her ear, "Eliza Hermione Frankland, if I ever catch you trying to tell anyone anything ever again, it's lights out for you." Hermione just nodded her head too scared to speak.

Meanwhile, in her grandmother's house, an old woman had her head in her hands, and she was crying.

"How did my son become so detached from me? How can he be so cruel?"

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A/N: Review please. I didn't really get that many reviews last post, but I hope that more people will read it now.

Ja ne!

Mizuki Kurenaida