AN: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

This is my first attempt at fanfic and I'm writing it because I like hard to find stuff. What I wanted didn't really exist so I guess this is my attempt at making it happen? IveI never wrottwr fanfic before but I'm gonna give it a shot. Also #nobeta so #sorry

August 24th, 1973

Rain lashed aggressively against the windows, the wind was howling as lightning flashed and thunder crashed loud enough to shake the modest hut. Hagrid sat preparing a pot of tree when he saw a bright blue flash and heard a sickening crack echo. Bolting up out of his chair at the sound, the half giant cautiously made his way to the door. Peering out, at first he couldn't see anything through the dark and storm filled night, but when the lightning flashed he noticed the small crumpled body of what could only be a young child.

Rushing out from his hut, eye squinting against the harsh rain, Hagrid drew closer to the small child. She couldn't have been more than 13, yet it was obvious she had seen things no one should have ever seen, no matter what age they may be. Her hair was tangled and matted, plastered against her face with blood and rain. Gently he gathered the girl's small bleeding frame in his arms and quickly made his way to the infirmary, trying his best to shield the girl from the raging storm around them.

Madam Pomfrey yelped and jumped in surprise when a drenched Hagrid burst through the doors of the hospital wing, with a small bundle in his arms. Madam Pomfrey gasped as she realized it was a child.

"Put her on the bed now Hagrid." Pomfrey directed as she quickly gathered herself, the initial shock passing, and set to work to do her best heal the young girl, desperately trying to hold herself together. "What happened to her, who would do this to a child?" She quietly asked, gasping when she saw the terrible word that had jaggedly been carved into her arm. Pomfrey recognized the deep bite marks, the bite marks along with many of her scars would never properly heal. Her scars, along with her lycanthropy, would now be something she would have carry them with her for life. Not only was this girl suffering from butal wounds that had almost killed her, but she was practically starving and had been for quite some time.

Hagrid just shook his head, there were no words need to show that while he was clearly concerned for the poor girl, he knew nothing of her. "She'll be alright won't she Poppy?" He asked softly as he watched the medi-witch tend to the girl's wounds.

Poppy didn't answer right away, focused on trying to minimize the severity of the girl's injuries."Can you fetch Minerva for me Hagrid? With Albus away for the time being, she'll know how to best help his poor girl." Poppy wiped her forehead as she sat down, she had finally be able to get the girl stabilized "I'm sure she'll be just fine once she wakes up and has some more rest." The exhausted medi-witch said trying her best to comfort the grounds keeper. Hagrid was reluctant to leave but accepted her answer nonetheless, looking over his shoulder one last time as me made his way out of the hospital with to track down the deputy headmistress.

Once Hagrid was out of sight Pomfrey let out a long sigh and sagged in exhaustion further into her chair, and set to work filling out a form with what little information she knew about the young witch who lay before her.

"You poor poor girl, you needn't worry you're safe now." Pomfrey softly whispered, it was evident that the girl had gone through, and would continue to go through, something truly terrifying. Something one could only be able to witness in the worst nightmare. The medi-witch was filled with the need to protect the young girl she had barely managed to save.

Hermione felt cold, lost, and alone. Surrounded by nothing but blackness, it was as if she was simply floating in a comfortable emptiness. She was tired, so so tired. She didn't know for sure why she was so tired but she didn't care, her eyes began to droop. A little nap never hurt anyone Hermione thought to herself as her eyes finally shut, but once they shut, bright lights and images began to flash behind her eyelids and pain consumed her. Hermione felt trapped, she could barely move, and her eyelids felt heavy as she tried to force them open. Terrifying images kept flashing before her, it was as if a life she did not fully have the knowledge of or understand, a life she didn't recognize, was flashing before her eyes.

Hermione tried to move, to sit up, but it was as if she had been strapped down. She struggled aggressively against the weight that was pressing against her. Bright white light blinded her as she finally managed to open her eyes and while the terrible images she had seen flashing through her mind we're now gone, they still haunted her. Her eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the new lighting around her. She didn't know where she was, she didn't know much if she was being honest, but she knew it was somewhere safe and that was enough for now. Hermione tried to push herself up in order to better see the room around her but a groan of pain and agony left her as soon as she tried to move. She started to panic slightly as she tried to figure out how she had gotten here.

A kind looking medi-witch appeared almost out of nowhere, ordering Hermione to lay back down, and ordering her to down one foul tasting potion after another. Hermione felt the pain begin to recede and she instantly felt much calmer than before.

"I'm Madame Pomfrey" the medi-witch introduced herself. "You've been through quite an ordeal, what's your name sweetie?" Pomfrey asked softly as she gently brushed her hand through the girl's curly mane of hair. The concern was evident on her face, Hermione knew right away that she could trust her.

"Hermione" the young witch struggled to say, her voice raspy and her throat dry. An aggressive cough quickly took control and shook her. "How, how long have I been here? Where am I?" Hermione's horse and scraggly voice asked quietly as she broke into another fit of coughing.

"You need to rest for now Hermione, questions will have to wait for now." Pomfrey murmured to Hermione as she slowly started to drift off into a calm and restful sleep.