It all started with a black, covered book with a shinigami to match. Hiding out on the roof away from her parents, Hermione Granger stared at the object folded close in her palms.
"No one will find out, they'll never find out..." Beniko hissed into her ear, convincing Hermione even more to use it.
"What if they do? What then?" Hermione questioned in her small voice.
Beniko threw her bandaged head back and shouted, "Who would suspect a little, weak and pathetic ten year old?" She continued cackling, the few long strands of red hair flowing from under the bandages shaking.
Hermione frowned. She had to admit though, she didn't like being bullied and having her bushy hair tugged on. She turned to look at Beniko. The shinigami was still cackling. Hermione examined her hunched body, her red wings and the only parts of her face showing, her eyes and mouth.
Chains hung from Beniko's wrists, connecting to a belt on her hips. The chains were about a metre long. Her torso was covered in what seemed to be white rags with red splotches enlaced within the material. Covering her legs was black leather with small spikes on the ankles. Her eyes were purple, as was her mouth.
Hermione frowned once again and turned back to the notebook. A large hand appeared in her vision, hovering over the notebook. In the hand was a pen.
Making up her mind, Hermione shifted the weight of the notebook slightly to fit into her left hand as her right reached up to take the pen. Beniko chuckled.
Hermione opened the notebook to find a set of rules. Usually, Hermione was one to read rules and follow them, but in this case she couldn't bring herself to care. Flipping to the first free page, she scribbled names of her tormentors.
AN: This is my first FanFic. I welcome critism and depending on the types of reviews I get, I may continue.