Hello folks. Yes I know, I'm a bad girl who can't update her fics. So I decided to try a one shot. Go me eh? Anywho, this is a HGSS fic. I have lots of plot bunnies around me, so expect me to be posting a lot of these. I've actually spent lots of hours-reading reeaaallllyyyyy good fanfics. Please read and review!

This is AU, and the characters may be a bit OOC. Also this is set before their 7nth year at Hogwarts. Enjoy!

Hermione sighed as she leaned against the door to her room. Her eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her heart was pounding; her mind was racing as she heard footsteps climbing up the nearby staircase. She quickly locked the door and backed up, he would be entering any second now. She prayed to every God, Goddess and Superior beings in this world that he would just go away.

She bit her lip as she glanced at the closet. She had to be quick. Hermione refused to be his toy.. his punching bag again. Enough was enough. She dashed to the closet and pulled out her bag. Shoving clothing, books and whatever she needed in it.

"Aww.. Come on love, open the door. Daddy just wants to see his little girl.." Her father, Anthony Granger, said while trying to open the door. Realizing that it was locked, he began to bang against it over and over again.

Hermione whimpered softly, eyeing the door. "G-Go away! Just leave me alone!" She yelled at him as she got out another bag. She opened her window and threw her first bag out, and watched at it landed in the yard below. Rushing back, she tossed her Hogwarts things inside of her bag.

Finally the door opened, more like broke. Anthony stood there, an evil grin upon his face. "Tsk tsk tsk, what are you doing love?"

She glanced up at him, fear and anger shining in her eyes. "Getting away from you.. you monster!" She leaned upwards and grabbed a lamp, tossing it at him. Sadly, her aim wasn't that great and it landed two feet away from him in pieces.

A wicked laugh escaped his lips, "Now, now. No need for that." He licked his lips, and reached for something in his pocket. "I have a secret for you my dear daughter. Can you guess what it is?"

"I don't care what your bloody secret is! Just leave me alone." She replied trying to get her things together. She glanced up and paled as he pulled out a wand. "Y-You're a.. a." She couldn't finish.

"A wizard? Why yes I am. In fact so was your mother. You have any idea how much it disgusted me as we lived day to day as muggles? It sickened me to know end. But now, Voldermort said that we don't need to act like these filthy creatures anymore." He laughed happily, but it sounded sick.. twisted..

Hermione felt ill. "You mean your…your.. a death eater?"

A smirk played at his lips as he nodded slightly, "Of course."

With that said she threw her bag out the window. Anthony's eyes widen as he began to chant a spell, "Imper-"

Before he could finish though, she had jumped out the window. Rolling down the lower roof and landing on the ground with a crack, she got up and grabbed her bags. She ignored the pain in her body as she ran down the street. The only thought at this point was to get far, far away from him.

Hours passed as she continued to run. She had no idea where she was going. Harry was no where near here, hell she doubted that the Dursley's would let her in. She knew Ron was hours away. She ignored the people yelling at her to watch out and bugger off as she bumped into them.

She looked around and it dawned on her where to go. She took a left and kept going. Two hours later she stood in front of a bunch of houses. She went forward, the pain almost unbearable now. She starting to bang her fists against the place where Number 12 Grimmauld Place would be. Cuts and scratches formed on her hands were she had been hitting. She whispered softly, "Please let me in.." She then passed out, hours of running finally catching up to her. After all, she was never the best athlete. As she slipped to the ground, there was a loud snap near by.

Severus Snape had just arrived. As he walked towards the hidden house, he saw something in front of it. "Muggles and their garbage." He rolled his eyes.

But as he walked forward, he saw what it really was. The know-it-all Hermione Granger. He couldn't believe the state she was in. Her hair was a mess, more than usual, her face had a few burses on it along with her arms. Her hands were a mess, her outfit was ripped. "What happened to you?" He muttered softly as she picked her belongings up. He then picked her up and held her bridal style. He took out his wand and tapped it twice. Slowly the hideout appeared. He went up to the door and rushed in the door.

"Now Severus, is the nose really nessassary?" Remus Lupin asked as he popped his head out of the kitchen door. The smile that was on his face quickly turned into a frown as he saw what or who was in his arms. "What happened to her?"

"I do not know, Wolf. I believe you should go get Poppy or even Mrs. Weasely instead of standing there like a moron?" He said as his dark eyes landed on him.

"R-Right.." He quickly ran over to the fireplace and was gone in the blink of an eye.

As Severus laid the injured girl down on the couch. He sighed as she brushed the hair out of her eyes. Believe it or not, he cared for her. She was brilliant, kind, she didn't judge people and she was so much more than that. "Please be okay.." His heart ached, as his eyes never left her face.

A second later, Remus returned and Madame Poppy appeared not even a second later with a look fear and worry on her face. "Oh dear!" She rushed over as she saw Hermione and began to work, sending looks at the two men to get away.

Understanding, both men went into the kitchen. "So, she was just laying out there?" Remus asked, staring at a cup of coffee he had apparently been drinking before their arrival.

"Yes. It looks like she had been there a while." He muttered, sitting at the dinning room table. He stared down at his folded hands, waiting for Poppy to finish.

Minutes went by for both, seeming like hours. A clock that was hanging on the old walls, ticked on time, but it was slowly driving both insane. Remus sighed and looked at Severus. "I'm going to owl the others, tell them about her condition.."

Severus didn't look up or acknowledge him. Either he wasn't listening or was, and didn't care. Remus sighed softly and left the room to do as he said. After a few minutes, Poppy walked into the room, obviously distressed.

"Seems that she had been beat several times. There are new burses as well as faded ones on her body. She has a few broken ribs that can be dealt with. I did what I could though…" The Mediwtch said as she plopped down in a chair at the table.

"What do you think happened Poppy?" Severus asked, looking up. He had to know.

"Honestly, Severus? I don't know." She sighed softly as she ran a hand through her hair. Now that he got it a look at her, it seemed that she was still wearing her pajamas.

A few minutes later, Remus returned. "Harry and everyone will be here soon. How is she Poppy?" She repeated what she said for Severus, then left to go get the potions needed.

Before Remus could say anything to Severus he left the room. He went to see Hermione. As she looked down at her, he swore on his life that who ever did this would pay. They would pay with their life…..

Well what did you think? Should I continue this or no? Opinions please! Which means click the button that says review. ;; Oh!

I do not own Harry Potter, for if I did things would be different.