Hermione's POV

Here I sit, in moaning Myrtle's bathroom yet again with blood streaming down my left wrist, over my palm and onto the old, white tiles of the bathroom floor. I am propped against the wall to weak to move for a while, just hoping and praying that nobody comes in. I mean, imagine someone coming in here and seeing me, a know it all filthy mudbood Hermione Granger, sat here on the floor with my emerald green, black steel bladed dagger and a series of cuts up my arm.

I've been like this for years. Ever since my first year at spring break when my life went downhill. That spring I had gone back home for the holidays, over excited and full of stories to tell my parents but as I got off the train only my dad was there to get me. I later found out that my mum and dad had gotten a divorce and my mum had moved out. When we got back to my house and the door had shut my dad grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me upstairs towards my room. That's when he told me about the divorce screaming at me that it is my entire fault for pissing off to that damned school and having to be a freak. He threw me on my bed and climbed on top off me pulling my skirt up, I tried my best to fight him and wriggle out from beneath him but there was no way out all I got was a punch to the jaw and I fell unconscious. I knew what he had done when he came to and I felt the ache, my father had raped me.

After this had happened I found the only way that I could to deal with it, my dagger. The day after my father had raped me I snuck out of the house while he was at work to knockturn ally. The shop keeper that I bought it off warned me that the dagger was laced with dark magic but I was still compelled to buy it, it was the only one there that I was drawn to.

But my self harm was not the only release that I had found. I am not proud to admit it but I found myself with a fake ID and sneaking into bars where I was getting drunk to numb my pain and taking drugs to forget about it all if only for a few minutes, my best friend was now a form of injectable cocaine which I had modified with magic to make the effects stronger and last for longer.

By now, my forth year, life has gotten better in a way. I found out that I was adopted and I couldn't decide if I was happy that I would never have to go back to that hell hole or upset that I had been given up and lied to for nearly 15 years of my life.

Oh and who my parents are, was the biggest shock, I only found out when they came to my house to collect me. It turns out that I am the daughter of Tom Marvelo Riddle and Bellatrix Black Riddle. The only thing that bothers me is that nobody knows who I am apart from Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and Severus Snape. I will be meeting all of my father's followers in a few weeks and also receive my dark mark upon my left wrist that will no doubt be awkward and filled with questions from my father when he sees the state of my wrist and arm.

Twenty minutes have passed and I feel less dizzy now and my cuts have stopped bleeding as much. I quickly bandage my arm and pull down the sleeve of my robe. Tucking my dagger back into the holder strapped to my thigh, I check my appearance in the mirror. I try to fix my appearance as best as I can. I can't stand the fact that I am still glamoured as Hermione granger and not able to show my true appearance of Hermione Sophia black riddle but I know that it is necisarry to maintain the trust of potter and weasley and all of the other Gryffindor. Just a few more weeks and I will reveal who I am and make a transfer to slytherin house under my godfather Severus Snape.

**A Few Weeks Later**

It's the day before we are all leaving to go home and I am sat in the dining hall eating breakfast with potter and weasley and I am waiting for my meal lecture. '' Mione, you need to eat. I haven't seen you eat a proper meal in months and when you do eat it's just enough to keep you worried and I don't want to alarm you but I think that you may be anorexic, please talk to us.'' Potter says to me in a sympathetic tone. Weasley grunts and nods. Pathetic. So what if I'm anorexic, it's not like they will care they will both hate me when they know who I really am.

Something in me flips and I know I have to get out of there. As I stand, I can feel my eyes turning red so I turn and run hoping nobody sees my eyes and I don't stop running until I reach the astronomy tower. I climb the stairs at a fast speed eager to get to the top.

As I get to the top I slam the door and slide to the floor grabbing my dagger from its holder, the urge to cut becoming impossible to resist. I pull the dagger angrily across my wrist creating several angry red lines across my wrist. I make sure to take care not to go too deep as I don't have any bandages on me at the minute so they will have to be left open.

A few minutes have passed and my anger has gone but I hear potter calling my name and realise that I left the hall about half an hour ago. He knocks on the door and I quickly slip my dagger into place and simultaneously pull down my sleeve to cover my cuts as the door opens.

I quickly get up from the floor and fix my skirt, I clear my throat and say '' I'm leaving in an hour via floo to go home, I can't stand to be in the same building as you for any longer.'' He looks sorrowful as I barge past him with a new found physical strength. I walk into Severus' personal chambers and accio my stuff there. My father had owled him and told him I would be flooing home today when I spoke to him via my mind on the way her wasn't there but I flooed over anyway.

I go straight to the floo and grab a handful of powder from the pot and step into the floo throwing the powder and calling out ''Riddle Manor''.

A/N- Please read and reveiw