Summary: Life isn't always sunshine and lollipops. What happens when a young girl is pushed past her breaking point? Can she recover, or will she lose herself forever? Who ever said life was going to be easy?

Rating: M for self-harm, sexual content, swearing, rape, language

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize doesn't belong to me.

An eleven year old bushy haired girl sat on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest, trying to block out the screaming from downstairs.
"There is no way any daughter of mine is going to some freaky school!"
"David, please! It's a good chance for her to get out of this town. We always knew she was different."
Wham!
The young girl cringed.
"I said she isn't going, and that's final!" David Granger yelled at his wife Emma.
Hermione heard footsteps on the stairs. She knew it was her mother because they were sol ight.
"Hermione?" her mother called softly as she opened the door.
The young girl lifted her head sniffling. "Daddy's not going to let me go!"
Her mother wrapped her into her arms. "Oh, sweetheart! He'll come around." Her mother rocking her gently.
A few days later, her mother's bruise on her cheek faded, and a woman named Minerva McGonagall paid them a visit. After her mother got her father to sit down and listen to the Scottish women, there was several hours of intense discussion. Reluctantly, after being told this was the best possible place for the young witch—her father agreed to let her go. When they saw her off on September 1st, her father warned her that if she didn't have the highest grades possible, that she shouldn't evenb other coming home.

The young girl was now almost 5 years older, and she stood at a normal height of 5'6. She had grown out of her bushy hair, and it now laid flat in soft curls down her back. Her eyes were the colour of honey, with subtle specks of green in them. As she stood in front of a casket in the beautiful church, she reminisced about her mother and all the times she has protected Hermione from her father. All the times her mother took a slap, or a punch for her. She never even got to say thank you, or good-bye to her. When she arrived home after her 5th year and the fiasco at the Ministry, her father told her that her mother had tragically fallen down the stairs and had cracked her head open. When the medics arrived, they had discovered her body at the foot of the stairs and pronounced her dead at the scene. Her father played the part of the distraught spouse, but Hermione knew better. Her mother didn't fall; she was pushed by her own husband, but Hermione had no way of proving it. As her father griped her forearm tightly, and pulled her away from the casket, all she could think was that at least her mother wasn't suffering anymore. She would never have to feel the pain of her husband's hand across her face. The next couple of weeks were relatively quiet. Her father left her alone usually, except for when he needed her to go to the store to get him more beer. Soon he began demanding that she clean the house and make him dinner. When she didn't do it to his standards, he hit her. It started with just a slap, but quickly progressed to punches, and kicks. More often than not, she would go to bed with bruises, or cuts.

A few weeks before her 6th year started, her dad started bringing his friend Matt around a lot. After her dad had passed out drunk on the floor, but not before calling her a 'worthless piece of shit' Matt sat down on the couch and started to talk to her. He was a large guy, with several tattoos. They talked about how her school was going, and how she was doing. Matt didn't know about her 'real' school. Her father would never tell anyone. He was too ashamed of what his daughter was. Everyone else thought she attended a prestigious school for 'gifted' children. Hermione laughed silently at how close the description really was. It was a school for the 'gifted'. Just not how everyone else thought it was. As Matt was talking to her he slowly moved closer to her, so that—after a while—their knees were touching. Hermione shifted nervously on the couch.
"You're very pretty, Hermione," he told her reaching out to finger one of her curls.
"Um...thank you." she replied shakily. She wasn't sure why, but Matt gave her a weird feeling. Her mother always told her to trust her instincts.
He laid his hand on her knee and began to rub it, up and down. "How old are you Hermione?" he asked softly.
" A-almost s-sixteen." she stammered, trying to move away. It didn't matter, he just moved closer to her. He moved his hand up to her thigh.
"You look a lot older than sixteen." he purred in her ear. Hermione gulped, her heart rate jumping.
"Uh..y-yeah." she said trying to stand up. He grabbed her hips and pushed her back into the couch. "Where are you going, Darling?" he asked, leering at her.
"Away from you!" she said more bravely than she felt. He rubbed his hands up and down her hips.
She tried to get out of his iron clad grip but it was futile.
"Ah ah ah! You and me, we're going to have a little fun." He moved so that she was underneath him on the couch.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled, her voice cracking. It didn't come out as brave as she wanted it to.
He grinned at her. "No one can hear you, Darling. It's just you—and me." He kissed her roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She bit down hard on his tongue, the metallic taste flooding her mouth. He quickly withdrew, and she screamed as loud as she could.
Crack! Her cheek stung from the impact. "You stupid little bitch!" He roared.
"I was going to make this enjoyable for you, but since you insist on being a stupid bitch, you can bloody forget it!"
She let a small whimper loose. He grinned maniacally when he heard it.
She thrashed from side to side, trying to get away from him. In the process she managed to rip her shirt. He smirked at her before completely ripping off the now tattered t-shirt.
"Veerrryyy nice." he said, ogling at her breasts. She whimpered as he ripped her bra off and rubbed her nipples with his fingers.
He slowly trailed his hands down her body to the waistband of her sweatpants.
She whimpered loudly. "Please..no!"
He slid his fingers into her waistband and tugged them down roughly. He ran his hands across the front of her lacy black knickers. She tried to squirm away, but only managed to rub against the man's large erection.
He moaned loudly, ripped off her knickers and threw them across the room. He unzippered his own pants, and pulled them down along with his boxers, grinning. His member sprang free. He grinned neurotically as he crawled up her body so that his erection was directly in front of her mouth. He bent down and rubbed it back and forth across her firmly shut lips.
"So my little whore wants to get right to the action, huh?" He crawled back down her body so that he was positioned right above her opening.
He smirked before thrusting hard into her.
She cried out in pain, while he laughed at her. She felt a blinding pain in her nether regions, and felt a warm liquid trickle down her inner thighs. Her eyes were moist with unshed tears. She willed herself not to let them fall. He thrust into her several more times before releasing inside her.
The girl broke and the tears streamed down her cheeks, but the large man paid no attention as he moved off her. She tried to move, but all she felt was a shooting pain in her abdomen down into her legs. She looked down and realized she was bleeding.
When she whimpered, he glanced at her.
He spat in her face and said. "You're such a little whore...just like your mother."
Hermione wasn't sure what happened next, but a bright glowing ball of light appeared, and Matt laid crumpled on the floor with his pants and boxers still around his ankles.
Hermione curled up into a ball on the couch, and sobbed. Her father still lay passed out on the floor. He never heard anything. For the first time in a long time, she longed for her father. It would—at least—offer a sense of normalcy.
A few moments later she heard the pop of apparation but didn't move. She didn't care if they were Death Eaters, she wanted to die. She heard footsteps. It was hard to tell, but she guessed there were three or four people. They were in the entry to the sitting room now.
"Oh bugger!" he heard someone swear. She thought the voice sounded familiar but she was fading now.
Before she had completely passed out she heard the same voice say, "Fred, get Lupin and Snape now!"
She felt someone wrap something warm around her, before she succumbed to the darkness surrounding her.

Shit! Shit! Shit!
That's what George Weasley thought as he wrapped a blanket around the unconscious girl. He gently stroked her hair while he waited for his brother to return with Lupin and Snape. They rushed into the room, Remus stopping so suddenly that Snape had run into him.
He wasn't sure if Fred had filled them in on what had happened.
"What in Merlin's saggy balls happened?" Remus exclaimed.
Apparently Fred hadn't. George would have laughed at Remus' choice of words if the situation had been different.
"I would think you would be able to figure that out yourself, Lupin." Snape drawled, as he walked over to the unconscious, pants-less man on the floor. He checked his pulse.
"He is alive, but unconscious." He stated. "Weasley 1 and 2, take care of that bastard while Lupin and I take care of Miss Granger." he ordered.
The twins merely nodded and went over to the large man, whilst the two older men went to the aid of young girl.
"She's bleeding." the werewolf stated dumbly.
Snape just sneered at him. "Yes, that generally does happen when one is a virgin."
"How do you know she was a virgin?" The werewolf demanded angrily.
"I do not appreciate you insinuating anything about me and your precious Granger. Our relationship is purely teacher and student." He spat venomously. Lupin actually took a step backwards.
"I'll take her to Molly. You stay and help Weasley 1 and 2." Snape told him.
"But-" He never finished his sentence because Snape had disapparated.
Lupin sighed and waved his wand. The large tattooed man on the floor woke up.
"Waz goin on?" he asked groggily.
The twins pointed their wands in his face. "You know what's going on, you bastard!" George yelled in his face.
"You raped a sixteen year old girl!" Fred added just as angrily.
The man just shrugged. "She wanted it. She's such a bloody tease."
Crack! The man's nose started gushing blood. He tried to stem the bleeding with his hands.
"Ow! What was dat for?" Matt bellowed.
"For being a bastard," George said shrugging.
After the trio finished taking care of the man, they apparated back to headquarters. As they landed on the top step, they heard a girl screaming bloody murder. They faltered for a second, then charged in, and up the stairs.

This is updated from the original first chapter. My computer decided it wanted to screw up, so the alignment and such is really off. Sorry about that.