Secrets Behind Her Brown Eyes
So this is my first fanfiction. I know it's kind of short but please be patient with me. I'm just starting out, so constructive criticism and ideas are welcome. Please and thank you! And I do not own anything from Harry Potter. They all belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling.
Everything was quiet in the little town, and not one person or thing made a sound. Everyone was asleep, as it was way passed 12 in the morning, all except for one girl. She had pretty curls that went passed her back in a golden brown color and a pretty face that held a certain cheerfulness. But anyone who looked at this girl closely would know that she is broken. Hermione Granger looked out of her window, up at the starry night sky a lonely tear trickling down her cheek. The war had ended and Voldemort had finally been defeated but the girl and everyone who fought lost so much. But there was a secret that Hermione Granger was keeping from her friends and from everyone who loves her. Hermione's mom Diane Granger was killed in a car accident by a drunk driver, and it nearly killed Hermione when she found out.
Michael Granger, Hermione's father didn't take the news lightly. Now every night he goes out to get drunk and he doesn't come home until midnight or even later. He comes home smelling of alcohol and cigarettes always mad. He yells at Hermione every time he comes home and he takes out all of his anger on her. He calls her a freak and says that it's all her fault that her mother died and left him with her. This hurts Hermione deeply and if she ever cried in front of her father he would strike her across the face, or he would throw her up against the wall and kick her. He would yell in her face telling her that that crying is for weak losers and that she just needs to toughen up or he would beat her harder.
She thought about the Weasley's. She knew that Harry was staying over there for now, because the Dursley's were never going back to that house, so Harry had nowhere to stay. Mrs. Weasley had begged Hermione to stay. That after everything that she, Harry and Ron had went through to get the Horcruxes that Mrs. Weasley would feel better if Hermione stood close. But Hermione said that she should go home to spend time with her family. That her parents needed her. But nobody from the Weasley family knew the troubles that went on in the Granger home. Not even Harry knew what was happening to his best friend. And she prayed that as the school year started that her secret would stay that, a secret. She found out a day before that she was going to be head girl, and the thought of having her own common room, minus the head boy, and that she would be able to keep her secret that much more. As long as the head boy wasn't nosy, than she would be okay.
She got up from her sitting spot on her window sill and went to her full length mirror. She lifted up her shirt, exposing the black and blue bruises, covering her stomach sides and back. She moved her hair aside to expose the long scar stretching from her neck to the middle of her back. The pain of losing her mother was suffocating, and the pain of what her father does to her is to overbearing for her to take. Michael Granger didn't take it easy on her tonight. She pulled her shirt down covering her bruises and her scar and she opened her desk drawer. She pulled out a razor, and held it up to the moonlight letting the metal sparkle in the light. She let a couple of tears escape from her eyes, and spill onto her shirt, as she slowly dragged the blade over her forearm, letting the blood trickle down her arm, splattering on her pants. She bit her lip in pain, but promised herself that she wouldn't cry, that she deserved every ounce of pain that she was getting. That night was the first night, that Hermione Granger ever felt worthless. That night was the first night that she ever thought about inflicting pain on herself, and that was the first night that Michael Granger won. Hermione Granger was finally broken, and she didn't think that anyone would be able to put her back together again.