The blood pooled out around me. My dark brown hair fell around me in its messy curls. I could feel my body spread out. My arms were tied to the posts of my bed and my legs were spread out, held away by the weight of the person above me. Pain kept entering and leaving me, between my legs, and each time it grew worse. The pain that was being inflicted on me was far worse than the wounds inflicted before the beginning of this. I looked up into the eyes of my father that were insane with lust.

After my father had finished he called out for my step-brother and his friends. My father left the room as they entered. The pain soon returned and would not leave for some time…

I walked down to the Great Hall with the books I had gotten from the library. I made my way into the Great Hall and saw Harry and Ron sitting in the middle of the Gryffindor table talking animatedly. I felt pain and jealousy grip me tightly in my stomach. 'They are both so happy and pain free talking about nothing important by the look of things and I am over here suffering from being…NO!! I can't think about that. Not here when people can see it flicker across my face.'

I sighed, forced a happy look on my face, and quickly made my way to Harry and Ron. I sat down across from them and put some food on my plate. Harry and Ron were arguing over who would win in quiditch this year. Harry and Ron were sitting quite close to one another and my suspicion of them liking each other only intensified… 'Intensified. A lot of things in my life seem to be intensifying. A lot of things seem to be growing, building, and becoming stronger…' –a flutter in my stomach, one that I was use to by now, stopped my thoughts- '…Oh God! I need to make sure this baby doesn't continue to grow! I need to get rid of it before it is too late!'

I mumbled a good-bye to Ron and Harry before hurrying off to the bathroom. I moved so that I was sitting on the toilet and cast a special reaching spell that I had created as a branch off of the real one. This particular reaching spell made arms, with hands, that went through things and would be able to grip, hold, tear, cut, and pull things, depending on how the caster wanted to use it. I moved the arms up into my vagina and felt a baby growing there. I cut the umbilical cord and gently guided the baby out of me to let it drop into the toilet. I released the spell and cleaned myself up before flushing the toilet.

I rolled up the sleeve of my left arm and saw all of the marks already there. I pulled out the blade I always carried with me and made a new fresh line. The blood started to roll down my arm and I moved out of the stall to sink. I did not worry about anyone being there because class had already started. I cleaned my blade, hands, and arms. Then I put the blade up, wrapped my arm in bandages, and rolled down the sleeve of my arm.

I had potions first thing so I made sure to wrap both of my arms and put arm warmers on over the bandages. I walked over to my bag of stuff that was lying on the ground and threw it onto my shoulder. I then started off at a run towards Professor Snape's classroom. I slowed down to a fast walk when I was about 20 paces from the classroom. I walked in to the classroom to see that everyone was already working on a potion I had never seen before. I turned to close the door when I felt a presence behind me and then "boom", the door was slammed closed while my hand was still on its way towards the door.

A memory flashed through my head of something similar to this happening over the summer. My body clenched up and I forced myself to turn around. I saw Snape standing there glowering down at me.

"You are late Miss Granger. For that you will receive detention and 40 points from Gryffindor. Get to your seat and make the potion on the board." Snape hissed angrily at me.

Snape then swept away from me. I forced myself to walk to my seat, take out the things I needed, and relax. I got out all of the materials that I needed and started to make the potion. I put the ingredients in after doing the necessary things to them and started to mix the potion as the directions told me to. After mixing it I took it off of the heater and put the potion into a vial that I labeled with my name and the date. I walked up to Snape's desk, turned in my potion, and walked back to my seat.

After sitting down I looked up at Snape, who was at the moment walking towards me. Snape stopped in front of me.

"So, it would seem that the know-it-all doesn't actually know anything. Tell me Miss Granger, what are you suppose to do before getting out ingredients?" Snape hissed at me.

"Look at the instructions, sir." I said back, trying to control my reaction and emotions.

"You are supposed to roll up your sleeves." Snape snapped at me. "And seeing that you didn't you will remake this potion" –Snape held up the vial of the potion I had just turned in- "tonight during detention. Seeing as this potion was not made under the correct instructions it will be thrown out."

Snape then turned and stormed away from me. I heard the crash of the vial shattering as Snape dropped it into the trash can. I could feel my hand flex. I tried to control my wanting need to cut my right arm. I moved my things into my bag. My fingers gently brushed up against the metal of the knife inside my bag. I pulled it out of my bag and slipped it into my pocket, making sure no one saw it. The bell rang and I stood up and left the room.

I couldn't wait for Harry or Ron this time. I had to relieve the pain I felt in my heart for how I could have done something wrong. I swiftly walked into the closest girl's bathroom, happened to be down the hall from Snape's classroom. I moved into a stall, closed the door, and locked it. I moved the blade out of my pocket and watched it glisten in the light that poured down from the window. I rolled up the sleeve of my right arm and took the arm warmer and bandages off. I quickly made a line on my arm that joined the others. Then I re-wrapped my arm, pulled the arm warmer on, and rolled down my sleeve.

I exited the stall and the bathroom. I looked down the hallway and saw that no one was in the hallway. I swiftly moved through the halls towards my room. I wanted to run away and hide from everything. I was nothing, non-important, and everyone knew that. The place that I had thought I was going too ended up not being the place my feet carried me. I came to a stop in front of the Room of Requirements and saw the door appear. I was not surprised by the door appearing without the required entrance ceremony. I had been to this room so many times that the room was use to me and would immediately form into what I wanted without any hesitation…