Original AN: Hey everyone! Sorry about no updates in forever with my other stories. I'm making this clear in this one that those stories are now on hold; I lost my muse for them. This one is my most recent idea and one I believe I can work with and keep it going for a longer time. I might be slow on updating, but I'm on vacation! So yeah…
1/18/07 AN: I will update a new chapter soon, but I'm currently adding small details and revising old chapters. I'll add in the AN on Chapter 8 all the updates.
This story is in Hermione's point of view unless otherwise specified.
DISCLAIMER: I will only post this once. I do not own Harry Potter, but J.K. Rowling does. I'm only using them to play with for awhile. Anything you see and recognize, I'm not stealing from anyone. The plot is mine though, if I have the same story title, sorry!
WARNING: Its dark. Don't read if you want a fluffy fic. Pre HBP
Summary: Hermione Granger. The typical bookworm. Dull, Smart, Straight A's, not popular. Looking in her past and the true her, no one realizes the truth of her. No one but him.
"…." Talking
'…' Thoughts
…… Background, flashback, that sort of thing.
(AN: ) Author Notes.
Mistress of the Night
The Past (Prologue)
July 1st
Dear Diary,
I bought you from Diagon Ally today. I got it free with the ten books I bought today. Yay for manga! Let me introduce myself. I am Hermione Granger. I am sixteen years old, and will be entering my seventh year at Hogwarts. I know I am younger than the rest, but my birthday is later in the year. Well, unless you count my time turner so then I'm seventeen... turning eighteen. So, on my birthday, I will be eighteen according to magical laws. Well, more about me. I am a typical bookworm on appearance. Dull, boring, straight A student, not all that sexy to look at, you get the idea. I am part of the Golden trio, Harry, Ron, and I. Famous for defeating Voldemort many times and finally defeating him last year. I found a killing spell that is not to be spoken again or written because the fact it is banned, mostly because destroying souls is against the law. Harry learned it, and then used it on Voldemort. He died instantly, and now all traitorous death eaters are dead. If they were on the light side, Dumbledore casted a spell and they were saved from the impact of the dark mark also being destroyed (of course being the cause of death). Enough with that though. I'll tell you all my life, since you're the only one I trust. No one can open you without serious damage if not close to death with all the spells I casted on you, mostly for my awful past. I was born a normal child, in a normal dentist family. We're somewhat on the wealthy side, I don't really know how but I don't think I want to know either. Anyway, it was all good till I was five, that's the first recollection of darkness starting in my life.
Flashback
"Mommy! I'm dressed! Can we go to the store now? I want a new toy!" I cried happily. I was in my favorite blue summer dress with blue sandals on, my hair up in pigtails, running around to find Mother. (AN: As you might have noticed, the story is still in eighteen year old Hermione's words, not five year old.) I heard some noises in the bedroom and listened carefully, and I realized I heard yelling.
"Bitch! Why did you tell her you would bring her to the store? You were supposed to buy me beer after dropping her at the bloody daycare that we spend too much money on already! Then while telling me you were leaving with her, you knocked over my beer onto the fucking computer! That was fucking expensive!" by the time he got to the end of his rant, I think even the neighbours could hear him. All I thought about at that age was why he was yelling at mother, since I didn't know what beer was and why he was so angry. Did he not love Mother? Then all the sudden, I heard a break of glass and my mother screaming, so I ran in and saw a sight that haunted my five year old sight.
My mother was thrown onto the bed, father throwing vases at her, and as it broke on her, cutting into her skin. I ran farther into the room, father not noticing, mother crying, begging him to stop, and I did the only thing I thought of. Surprisingly, I knew at that age kicking guys in the balls was really painful, so that's exactly what I did. Well… actually punch. He winced, stopped hitting my mom, which was my goal. Yet I did not think that he would hit me, but he threw me at the wall, then punched me twice, told me to go to my room and never mention that day again.
I was crying, and I did as told. I ignored the screams of my mother later, and ignored the fact that she was put into the ER later that night.
End
As expected, those incidents continued, getting more violent in the years to come. I kept going in, always getting thrown or something, each time getting more bruised, each time crying more, each time wondering what I was doing wrong, what mother was doing wrong. I never knew it was his drinking problem. Not until it was my tenth birthday, where I got my Hogwarts letter (Remember. I'm younger than my class), and father pretended to be happy, but that weekend when mom left for all of it, my father came back drunk.
Flashback
"Hermione! Come downstairs, NOW!" My father yelled, and I walked down the stairs, seeing him staggering to me.
"Yes Father?" I asked, not liking this one little bit.
He asked me to sit on the couch so we could talk, something normal, so I did. We talked, and he told me I was going away for the summer to a special camp. A special camp that would give "mommy and daddy", extra money for a vacation if I came back winter break. Of course, like all little kids, vacations meant tons of fun so I agreed without thinking about it twice. I never stopped to think that we didn't go on vacations, and that we were truthfully poor. Damned son of a bitch wasting our money on beer. Anywho... So that summer…
That summer
I was standing outside, only in a dress. I wasn't allowed to bring anything. And I couldn't even have any panties on, which I thought was weird. Father at the time said it was for extra money for a new book I wanted quite badly, so I agreed.
I didn't realize that this wasn't a camp. I was in the streets and an old male came and took me away, giving my dad a huge suitcase, later I found out was full of cash. My virginity at my age for these old pedophiles was worth one million dollars.
As you can guess… Later that day…
"Little girl! Lay down on the bed!" I was told by father not to disobey, so I did so.
He asked me to spread my legs, I did so. He tore off my dress, started to touch my... well, would be later breasts. I was a late bloomer. I didn't' understand, but it gave me weird feelings. He pinched my nipples, forced me to kiss him and all I could do was cry and when I didn't listen, he would pull out a knife and cut me at a random place. Mostly on major veins, then he would lick it up. I hated it. He eventually brought out his cock, and raped me. Raped me a couple times that night.
The other men did it two times each.
There was five other men.
By the end of that summer, no body of my part was a virgin. None. I was forced to do almost every extreme fetish, every fantasy they wanted, fuck me anywhere… So I was…
End of Flashbacks
Used goods. That's all I was. I was still naïve for not knowing what exactly happened, I just knew that I had to always wear long sleeves, unflattering things (which is probably why I don't seem to be attractive, surely if I'm raped every summer I have to be attractive.), to hide the scars. I didn't like them, I still don't. Every summer, they would repeat it. They paid us tons of money, which my dad still uses for drinking. Its summer now… They will be picking me up soon.
"Hermione! Come down in the uniform!" Father yelled up
I have to go now diary. I shall write more once I return.
Love,
Hermione
End
Okay, not the greatest start, I know. I didn't do that much detail because I want to keep readers and to not get my story taken off. I promise things will get better! I'm sorry that most of it was a diary entry, but I believe it started it out. I will be skipping the summer part until she gets back, for my story would probably be deleted due to content.
One review? Please? More loved. I'll probably update some more, but after a certain point I want reviews! Pleaseeeee? Or you'll never find what happens next! And it'll end up with the rest of my stories XD