*Hermione's POV*
When the war ended Hermione pushed everyone away. Harry, Ginny, and Ron. She just couldn't take it anymore. Being the strong one, she'd been hit the hardest. She'd supported Harry and Ron and after being strong she finally broke down crying after Harry and Ginny married and disappeared.
Harry and Ginny married after the war. They were happy and lived in Grimwood Place, though they worried about Hermione, they assumed she needed space. They'd fixed the place up and it was now a bright home. Teddy Lupin lived with them, and Harry spoiled his god child. Teddy laughed often and enjoyed mimicking how various people looked. Kingsley had shouted in shock when little Teddy mimicked him, but after an explanation laughed with the Weasleys and the Potters.
Ron was devastated when she left. She didn't give explanation. Not even to him! He loved her, he thought at least. He spent his time at Harry and Ginny's or searching for Hermione. He looked tired all the time and after a few months he gave up on her. He missed her. But he had to move on. After a few months he began dating Daphne Greengrass. He loved dating her. She was different then Hermione.
George was having a hard time without Fred but Angelia Johnson was helping him. She helped run the store and while they weren't dating she loved him and did everything to help him. He was getting better but still had bad days.
Percy had married Penelope Clearwater and had a son, who he named Fredrick after his younger brother. Percy felt guilty about Fred's death but had come to accept it and move on.
Charlie still worked with dragons in Romania but made a huge effort to see his family more. The war opened his eyes and he too, settled down with a nice witch from Romania who worked with him.
Bill and Fleur doted on their daughter Victorie who often played at the Potter's with Teddy. They were fast friends and had the entire family wrapped around their fingers and knew it.
Hermione moved into a small cottage in the countryside. She'd left once everyone still alive had been taken to St. Mungo's and the dead had been buried. She couldn't take the admiring looks people had sent her. The lime
light. The attention. She'd killed people and yet she was praised for it. Every night she woke up to her own screams.
~Hermione's dream~
Bellatrix stood over her with the knife, cutting into her fore arm. "Stupid mudblood. Tell me. HOW DID YOU GET IN MY VAULT!" She screamed as she cut the last letter, the D.
MUDBLOOD
Hermione sobbed. "We didn't get in your vault." She whispered.
SMACK
"Liar. Tell me! CRUCIO!" Hermione screamed in pain. Her body shook with the impact of the curse. Pain radiated all over her body.
Hermione woke up sobbing, her right hand clenching the scar on her arm. She stumbled into the kitchen to find something to eat. Food calmed her down, even though after she'd swallowed it she'd get rid of it. A week ago she'd experimented with purging and now she was hooked. She had lost about fifteen pounds and was extremely skinny, her eyes surrounded by marks tat showed she didn't sleep well, her hair had become smooth, and she had it up and out of the way.
She grabbed an apple and a knife. She began cutting, suddenly the knife looked more like the one Bellatrix had used, her hands shook and the knife slipped and cut her wrist. She gasped in pain but then her eyes widened in surprise. Biting her lip in curiosity she took the knife and made another cut. She smiled slightly and relaxed.
She had found a way. It helped! She put the apple away and her addiction to purging faded to be replaced by another. Self harming.
This went on for years. Slowly everyone in the wizarding world was able to move on, except Hermione Granger. She continued with the knife, her arms and legs were now covered in scars, some deeper than others and some longer than others. She drank a Blood Replenishing potion daily as she daily went to the blade for her fix.
It had been five years to the day she'd been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange. She kept having flashes of that day. She grabbed the kitchen knife and lashed out at herself. She cut her arms and her legs, soon covered in her own blood she stumbled to her room to get the Blood Replenishing potion.
Unknown to her, she had picked a cottage close to the new Malfoy Manor. After what Draco had seen his aunt do to Hermione Granger he hated the place and once he'd been rid of his father he'd sold the Manor and built a new one.
*Draco's POV*
His father had been sentenced to life in Askaban and his mother was there for six years. He was alone. He often took the time to wander the grounds around the new Manor. He was a while away when he stumbled across a small cottage. Deciding to meet this neighbor he went to knock at the door when he heard a scream.
~flash back~ "HOW DID YOU GET IN MY VAULT!" His aunt screamed. Hermione only sobbed. "Crucio!" He heard the know it all from years of school scream. Her body shook with the force of the curse. He wanted to help her. To stop his aunt. But he and his mother would be killed. He stood and watched in agony of her pain. ~end of flashback~ Draco swore and broke the door down, searching the living room, the walls lined with book shelves that were filled. If it weren't for the dire situation he would have laughed at the book worm. He bolted into the kitchen and saw a trail of blood, following it he arrived in the bedroom. She laid on the floor by the bed, a Blood Replenishing potion was on the side table, obviously she'd been trying to get it. She screamed again. Draco looked at her in shock. She was covered in blood. "Bloody hell Granger." He pitched her up. His house elf was an expert healer. She could help. He apperated back to the new Manor. "Master Draco!" Squeaked the small creature. "Master has blood on his clothes!" "Don't worry about me. This is a friend. I need you to heal her!" Draco said and laid her on his couch. "Yes Sir!" Disill called and went to get supplies. "Granger if you die, Potter and Weasel will never forgive me." He muttered, looking at her with worry. "Master must leave! Master in way!" Disill pushed him out of the room and went to his 'patient'. Draco sighed in worry. "Why am I so bloody worried about her? She hates me." He muttered.
After a few hours Disill came back out of the room. "Master. Miss is alive. She sleeping." Draco sighed in relieve. "Set up a room for her. And go to her cottage to get her some clothes." "Yes Master." Disill nodded but stopped, looking at the room Hermione was in and then to Draco. "Master. She did that to herself." He said and disapperated. Draco went into the room she laid in. The blood was gone and if he looked around the bandages he could see scars. "Why did you do this to yourself?" He said sadly. Once Disill had a room for her, he laid her on the bed and put the blanket around her.
*Harry's POV*
Harry was in his office, working on paperwork. He had been promoted to head Auror a year after the war had ended. He smiled. Ginny and Teddy would be coming soon so they could go to lunch. They were celebrating that they were going to have a baby. They hadn't told anyone yet but were ecstatic.
"Potter." It had been a while since he heard that voice.
"What is it, Malfoy?" He asked and looked up, Malfoy's clothes were stained with blood.
"Hermione is at my house. She tried to kill herself." He said as Ginny walked in.
"WHAT?" The Potter's screamed at the same time.
"When did you last see her? She's underweight and covered in scars!" Malfoy said accusingly.
"She left. She didn't keep contact. She didn't want us to know..." But Harry frowned. She'd been hiding for years. She had slowly been killing herself. "Malfoy, we'll be coming to the Manor." Harry nodded at Ginny in question who agreed in an instant.
*Hermione's POV*
When Hermione woke she was in an unfamiliar room and was surrounded by the Potter's, though Teddy was with his grandmother Andromeda. Ron and Draco Malfoy were there. What was he doing here?
When Harry saw her eyes he looked into them. "You have some explaining to do." He said.
