Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my imagination.

A/N: So, I read this story the other day: .net/s/1683048/1/Not_Everything and completely fell in love with it, but she/he/it never completed it. So, I wanted to continue it.. but in my own way.

~ Left Behind ~

Mudblood. Stupid mudblood.

The words ran through her mind as she looked in the mirror, lifting her hand to cheek to wipe away the warm tears that had found their way down her pale face. She could not avoid the horrible word that seemed to haunt her entire life since the first time someone had called her it in second year. She looked down at her arm, tracing over the scar as more and more tears fell down her cheeks.

Why would we want a mudblood in our family?

She winced at the words, it felt as though the person she had thought to be her best friend had just stabbed her right in the heart. Her heart seemed to stop, tears threatening to fall down her eyes, trying to stop them, not wanting to seem weak in front of her now former best friend. She couldn't find the words, she wanted to say something back but she could feel the scar on her arm burning the words right into her soul and now she realized that everyone thought of her as nothing more than a mudblood. She had dirty blood. She couldn't dirty a pureblood family.

Just leave, nobody wants you here.

She closed her eyes, trying to block the memory from her mind, wishing she could just forget all about it. It hurt to think about all those people who used to be her friends, her family.. the person she loved more than life itself. She felt the disbelief, the hurt, the anger, the sadness even after ten years. And Hermione Granger was not sure if she could ever get over it.

She wasn't touching her, she didn't even have her wand – because no matter how much someone hurt her, she would never turn her wand on someone she considered family. She watched as the red headed girl fell backwards, crying in pain until someone came.

Hermione shook at the memory, watching all her friends stare at her with such hate. She wanted to deny it, but she was left speechless as she stared down at the young girl who used to be her best friend, the young girl she had told everything to. Harry had stared at her, hate burning in his eyes as he held his girlfriend, who cried out in fake pain. Hermione wanted to scream, she wanted to tell them that this was all a lie, that she had never hurt Ginny.

She found herself pinned against a wall, a wand held close to her throat, get out of my house, you disgusting mudblood, the words had been screamed at her, as she still tried to hold back the tears that had been threatening to fall since this nightmare. Her best friends turned against her without a second thought, the Weasley's hated her in just a second – the people she considered family were gone and she had lost her best friends, her family and her boyfriend in just a matter of moments.

Just leave, Hermione, I don't want to see you.

She gasped at the pain she still felt from those few words after all this time, holding her stomach as she remembered the gut wrenching pain from the look in his eyes. Those eyes that had been filled with so much love, now filled with hate and disgust. She never thought he would look at her like that, she thought he would have more faith in her to know that she would never hurt her family. She thought he knew her.

"Mummy?" She turned around, looking away from the mirror before quickly wiping her eyes and kneeling down to look at her daughter. "Yes, sweetie?" She smiled as best she could, knowing it would do no good to pretend in front of the little girl who knew her better than anyone else.

"Why were you crying?" She wiped her mother's tears away, wrapping her arms tight around her to play with her long hair. "Oh, mummy.. it's okay to be sad about daddy sometimes.." She whispered with maturity well beyond her nine years. Hermione nodded gently and rubbed her daughter's back,

"He did a bad thing, mummy, but it's okay.. people do bad things and then they realize what they did was bad.. please mummy, don't be sad.." She pulled away to look at Hermione, a small smile on her face, "Let's go to the library and forget." She grinned wide and reached out for her mum's hand, smiling even wider when she took it. Hermione smiled sadly, looking at her little girl, and the smile that was identical to her fathers.

Eleanor 'Ellie' Molly Granger was a bright young girl, a successful young witch already, with the give-away Weasley red hair, and soft ringlets that fell down her back. Her piercing blue eyes gave away her emotions all the time, and her smile was just like that of George Weasley's. She was energetic, to say the least, and enjoyed playing jokes on her mother – so much like her father. But at the same time, she'd enjoy nothing more than being surrounded by books, with her nose always in the biggest book she could find.

Hermione was proud, she was so proud, and so amazed that she could create such an amazing little girl. She'd find herself watching Ellie sleep, playing with her long hair as she thought about all the good times she spent with George, Harry, Ron and Ginny. She thought about the times before they turned their backs on her, and left her behind.