Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, nor the charcters, JKR holds that honour.
A/N i adopted this story, so yes you might have read something like this before, but i gotten permission.
{Dumbledore did die, Sirius didn't, and there was no final battle}
Hermione sighed, running her hand idly through her curly hair as she reminisced on recent events – events that had far too much to do with Horcruxes, failed findings, and scars for her specific taste. Honestly, it seemed that everything that plagued her thoughts on a day-to-day basis had to do with the things she didn't want to think about. Why couldn't her brain revolve around books anymore?
She snapped Hogwarts: A History closed in great vexation, frustrated with herself for reading the same page over and over again and still not processing what the musty old words were saying. She couldn't seem to concentrate on much anymore; in fact, she couldn't concentrate on anything at all.
When her Aunt Spoke to her, all Hermione heard was useless muttering; when Harry owled her, all she read were scribbles; when she picked up a book to read, all she saw was positively nothing, and when she turned the page, she forgot entirely what it was she reading in the first place.
Hermione's hand traced the scar that ran upon her forearm, deep in thought, and shuddered at the all too vivid memory that surfaced. . .
They were hunting for Horcruxes, and had just found the Sword of Godric Gryffindor – the only known thing that could successfully destroy a Horcrux besides a Basilisk fang. Everything was going smoothly – Ron had returned, they'd destroyed the locket, and they had a lead as to where another one could possibly be hidden.
Of course, nothing ever quite stayed the way they wanted it.
Harry set off the taboo by saying Voldemort's name, and they had less then five seconds before Snatchers would arrive and surround them. Hermione quickly sent a Stinging Jinx at Harry's face, successfully disfiguring his scar.
Despite their best efforts, they were still caught; Scabior only glimpsed at Harry's forehead before dragging them straight to Malfoy Manor. Wandless, Harry and Ron were thrown in the dungeons whilst Bellatrix decided to take Hermione for some "Girl Talk".
But as soon as the doors closed, Hermione found herself being thrown to the ground, her head colliding into the marble flooring with a sickening "crack".
Bellatrix proceeded to stalk around Hermione, black hair bouncing with every step she took. Her eyes were alight and savage, cold and pitiless; her red lips were drawn above her pointed teeth, giving her the appearance of a feline ready to eat its prey.
After a moment of seductive circling, she bent down to Hermione's level.
"How did you get into my vault, you dirty mudblood?"
Hermione didn't move nor make any sign of speech; there was no way she was going to give away everything they'd worked so hard for.
"Pity," she said in a voice that was anything but. "CRUCIO!"
The pain was unbearable. It was as if someone was slowly peeling off every layer of skin she had using a knife, then dipping the fleshly pieces into acid and replacing them upon Hermione's body. But no matter how many times her fingernails were pulled out, and no matter how many times she was set on fire, she refused to scream. Instead, she bit her lip until she drew blood, withering on the ground soundlessly.
Bellatrix seemed to grow tried of the quiet, because after a moment she lifted her wand, a pensive look on her face as she tapped her nose. Then, as if on a whim of glee, she accioed a lethal looking muggle knife, then idly ran it across Hermione neck, lightly cutting the soft skin.
"I'm not going to waste my precious magic on a filthy mudblood like you." Bellatrix spat, then straddled her and began to carve into her arm, rejoicing in Hermione's agonized screams with every dig the tip made.
"IT'S A COPY!" Hermione shrieked helplessly. "A COPY!"
Bellatrix merely cackled, apparently having too much fun to care.
But Hermione was spared when Bellatrix's attention was hastily wrenched from her to Harry and Ron, wands in hand and ready to escape. Slowly moving her head, her eyes were met with an agonizingly familiar word etched into her skin.
Scarlet "mudblood" now stood obtrusively against pearly white, and would remain so forever.
Of course, her wounds weren't the only things that constantly circled behind her eyes like flies. Every now again, against her better judgment, thoughts and painful flashbacks of her parents would hack into her mind, driving her nearly to the brink of insanity.
She'd been forced to modify their memories, to ensure their safety, but what she hadn't expected was the Death Eaters to find them so quickly and torture them until they realized they didn't know any "Hermione Granger".
They had died not knowing they had a daughter.
The hauntingly painful thoughts began to gnaw at her eyes, prickling them so much so that tears threatened to overtake her cheeks.
Shaking her head, she tossed Hogwarts: A History aside and began to pack all of her new clothes into her trunk.
Hermione's Aunt – who was now her legal Guardian – thought her wardrobe was in need of a change, so she had promptly kidnapped Hermione and held her ransom for the whole day, buying all the "in" styles.
Unfortunately for Aunt Sue, Hermione had no intention of wearing half of the outfits that now cascaded down her over-stuffed dresser. In loving honesty, Hermione was glad for the new clothes. Although she wasn't one for high fashion, it was nice to know she had some decent things waiting to be worn. After all, she had vowed with Voldemort still in full power and she'd almost died countless times – for Merlin's sake, she was going to live a little.
Her studies were still important to her, but so many near-death experiences had changed her view on certain things – like clothes and being a girl. So by Jove, she would look like the creature she was created to be.
Running down the stairs at a painstaking speed, she tugged her packed truck along behind her and smiled at her Aunt.
When they arrived at Kings Cross Station, Hermione said her good-bye's to her Aunt – who didn't know she was magical – and pushed the trolley towards Platform nine and three quarters, attempting to be as subtle about running through a wall as possible.
Once her Aunt was far out of sight and an opportunity arose, she ran through the barrier and emerged on the other side. But instead of excited children and rushing parents, her eyes were met with screaming people, fire, and blood; Death Eaters.
Curses were flying everywhere, and in her hasty attempt to dodge both the streaking lines of light and the panicking people, she failed to realize her greatest mistake: she had run right into a trap.
Her wand was barely in her hand when it happened – two spells hit her at once, and, still holding her trunk, a flash of vibrant purple clouded her vision.
She disappeared.