A/N: So I have decided to write a multi-chapter Dramione fic. I will try to do my best but my grammar and spelling will not always be good, English is not my first language and I do not have a Beta.
Broken, Not Yet Defeated
Disclaimer: Everything except the plot belongs to J.K Rowling.
Warning; this fic contains self-harm, abuse and coarse language.
Chapter One
It was the last day of August and a girl with bushy brown hair and amber eyes was walking home. To the outside world she looked like an ordinary girl but the truth was that she wasn't – Hermione Jean Granger was a witch and tomorrow she'd go to Kings Cross station to board a train that was going to take her to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough if you asked Hermione, to her Hogwarts was home.
Hermione tried to open the wooden door quietly; she had no desire to talk to any of the residing members of this house. All she wanted was to be left alone. The door squeaked and Hermione quietly swore as she heard footsteps running down the stairs.
"Hermione," a voice said.
"Yes Father?" she tried to sound normal and to not show any fear.
"Where have you been?" Muddy brown eyes stared into her amber ones.
"Out," she said trying to pass by him but he grabbed her arm.
"Do not sass me," he said his voice filled with loathing.
"I am sorry, Father," Hermione said as he hardened the grip on her arm. She knew that he wouldn't accept her apology and she braced herself for what she knew was about to come.
"I think it's time for me to remind you what happens when you do not behave, young lady," he said and dragged her further down the hall into a room that she was well acquainted with.
Hermione was sitting in one of the compartments of the Hogwarts Express staring out through the window. Her best friends, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley had yet to find her since she had arrived to Kings Cross two minutes before the train was to leave the station. He had refused to let her go.
Hermione had been packing the last of her things in her school trunk when the door to her room had opened revealing the last person on Earth she wished to see.
"What do you think you are doing, girl?"
"Packing for school," Hermione answered.
"Well then I suggest that you unpack – you are not going to that school this year."
She clenched her fists taking a deep breath before meeting her Father's eyes, "Yes I am, Father. There's nothing that you can do about me leaving."
A very unsettling grin appeared on the man's face as he stalked towards her one of his hands grabbing her right arm pulling her forcefully up from the floor.
"You say that I cannot keep you from going away to that school, well we will see about that."
He dragged her down the stairs and pushed her into that room.
"My dear little Hermione," he said letting go of her after locking the door, "It seems like you never learn – I think it's time for another reminder don't you think, pet?"
Hermione's eyes widened as she watched her Father take the belt out from his jeans.
"It seems like I was too lenient on you last time. I will make sure that you will remember to behave from now on. You do not wish to be punished again do you?"
"No, Father."
Knowing what to come she turned around her back now facing the man that she hated more than anything in the world, and lifted her shirt.
"Good girl," her Father said and then she felt the belt hit the bare skin on her back. She bit her bottom lip; she would not scream or make any sound because that was what that disgusting man wanted her to do. It had taken a while but Hermione had learnt to not make a sound when she was punished by her Father.
When he was satisfied with his work he put on his belt again giving her a look of pure disgust as she let her shirt fall back down.
"Is that tears I see in that ugly face of yours?" he sneered and she shook her head.
"Do not lie to your Father!" he said, "You are weak. You disgust me, Hermione."
And there it was another excuse for him to punish her; this time he called her weak. She felt his hand connect with her face one time, two times, three times and then one more. At the last hit her bottom lip split open.
With one more look of disgust her Father left the sixteen year old girl alone in the darkness of the closet. She heard him lock the door and sat down on the floor hugging her knees. Tomorrow she was supposed to board the Hogwarts Express.
Her Father had never intended for her to get out from that closet but her Mother had opened the door after she'd been in there for Merlin knows how long. Hermione did not hate her Mother nor did she love the woman. Her Mother did nothing when her Father abused Hermione and the fact that she'd helped her escaping the closet surprised the young witch. A quick thank you to her Mother and Hermione had gone upstairs hoping that her Father had passed out in the living room from the amount of alcohol he would have consumed.
The door to the compartment opened and Harry and Ron joined Hermione.
"Hey," Harry said.
"Hi 'Mione,"
She was still looking out through the window; her hair hung like a curtain shielding her face from view.
"Hey," she said and then turned her head to face the boys.
Before they could open their mouths to ask any questions she said, "I fell down the stairs this morning and bust my lip open."
There was no way in hell that she would tell her two best friends what had really happened; she rarely talked about her life outside of school and if she did she lied through her teeth – Hermione had become really good at lying, so good that she almost believed her lies herself. As far as her boys knew she had two loving parents that worked as dentists and that she loved dearly.
A/N: Thank you for reading.
