Disclaimer: I WILL ONLY SAY THIS ONCE. I do not own Harry Potter. Live with it.

A/N- Okay, this will be an angst with HGFW, GiWBZ, and HPGiW pairings. I assume if you are reading this you read the summary, so I don't need to tell you what it's about. I just want everyone to know that this is for all you people with a fucked up life. Everyone who had to mature way to fast for it to be natural. The people with the old souls, but not because of reincarnation. If you know what I mean, then you know who you are.

Prologue

3:46am

I heard the door burst open downstairs. He was home, and I could almost smell the liquor and weed on His breath and clothes up there in my room. I heard the running steps on the stairs and prayed to anyone that would listen that He wouldn't come into my room. God please don't let Him come into my room.

Unfortunately, or consequently, I had no such luck.

My door burst open and crashed into the wall. Surely Mom or Terrance would hear it. Surely someone would come running to my aid. Please God not again.

He stalked towards my bed. I laid there, huddling in the blankets, praying this was a dream and when I woke up He wouldn't be there and Dad would be the one in the master bedroom sitting with my mother instead of that ass hole she married. He snatched the blankets off the bed, my only defense. Now I curled into a ball knowing that if I protected myself He couldn't get to me, thinking that if held the position long enough He would go away. Oh sweet delusions, how I wish they were the truth and not this horrible nightmare that I call my life.

"Hermione, you bitch, get over here," He yelled. How could God create such a monster? How could someone make such a vile thing to prey on us, we the innocent? Why would someone so supposedly good create someone so completely evil? I didn't respond. I didn't move. I wished there was more clothes that I could throw onto my body. I wished that I was of age so I could blast the bastard until kingdom come! But alas, that is not the case, and so there I lied with nothing on but a satin nightgown and a pair of underwear, wishing for all that it was worth (which amounted to nothing) that I was away from this place and time. "If you don't come to me, then I'll come to you," He proclaimed crawling onto my bed, my beautiful bed, towards my unyielding form

When He got to my spot near the headboard, He started to beat me. Biting, slapping, punching, kicking, pinching, and yet I stayed huddled. I wouldn't let a noise escape my lips. I refused to give in to His will and give him the pleasure of seeing me cry out in pain. He crawled on top on my huddled body on hands and knees. He lowered His head toward mine and licked my cheek. Yuck! I raised my hand and wiped off His saliva. He took that moment to grab both my arms and wretched them away from my body, which made my body rolls to face Him. All He had to do was straighten my legs, which now had only themselves to keep them in place, and He had me where He wanted me. I screamed as loud as I could in hope that I would get someone's attention, or at least make Him deaf. He didn't even flinch. He lowered His body onto mine chest first to flatten me. I struggled, but in the end He won. He wiggled His hips to get Himself between my legs. He tore my pajama pants and underwear off me so hard that I knew there would be bruises on my hips in the morning. He unzipped His jeans and pulled them down. He was already hard and ready, which just told you how perverted He truly was. He actually got off on beating me and causing me pain. He deserved to be shot! Why was no one coming to help me? Did no one care about me? His boxers had joined His jeans around His knees. I could feel Him at my opening, and He rammed himself inside me without any restraint. He kept pounding into me over and over, and I was sure at one point I passed out from the pain. Eventually He came inside me and rolled off and carried His drunk ass to bed. I was left crying to myself on my beautiful bed the He once again defiled.

How could my mother marry that asshole who didn't care about me in the least? How could she just let his son rape me and not even try to help? Why did my parents have to separate? Couldn't they see how much this was killing me?

Every time my step-brother, Justin, came in drunk and high and defiled me, made me filth, a piece of me died. I'm not sure if there is much more of the person called Hermione Granger in me any more. I feel dead inside. I guess I really am just filthy Mudblood after all. No! No, I won't let him win! I am the brightest witch of my age! I can not let some stupid, asshole Muggle to get me to give in! I just can't take this any longer! I have to leave!

I got up and removed my wand from my school trunk and packed my truck with a quick spell. "Reducio! Locomotor Trunk!" I whispered, and my trunk shrunk then began to follow me. I changed into more decent clothing and kept downstairs praying to whoever created this Hell we call a planet not to be heard. My parents probably couldn't care less, but Justin would never let me go. I crept down the hall to the front door and slid the lock open. I opened the door slowly and to my horror a loud noise sounded as the door protested to being open. I heard a door slam from above me and knew I had no time. I swung the door wide and ran out the door as fast as I could. I could hear his yelling, but I had already hailed the Knight Bus. The pounding of his feet behind me told me that he had almost reached me. The Bus was suddenly in the road in front of me. That strange man who conducted the train started saying something, but I really had no time for it. I pushed past him, and my trunk soared in behind me.

"Go! Just GO!" I yelled. "I want to go to the Burrow. We must leave now!" I heard Him yelling after me. He was almost at the Bus, but lucky for me, that's when the man with the huge spectacles chose to leave.

"Would you like some hot chocolate, Miss?" said the pimple-faced boy-man like nothing had happened. I could have hit him if it wasn't for the immense relief I felt.

A/N- Okay, I know that was short, but it was just the Prologue. I promise nest time it will be longer. Anyway, REVIEW!