HER LIFE, DESTROYED

Hermione Granger was lost in thought. The past few years of her life had been a complete mess and she was trying to understand how on earth she could be such a... well, bitch. Sure, she thought, Harry was being a prat about the half blood prince book - but that was his problem. Why did she have to be so cruel to him? Thinking back, she felt a twinge of jealousy when Slughorn praised Harry over her when she was the one who actually worked hard for her marks. But how that slight irritation could have turned to into her ignoring Harry was what she was trying to figure out.

Her thoughts drifted to another disturbing thought. Ronald Weasley. She liked him, he was sweet (when he wasn't being an absolute tosser) and cute, but what made her act like she was in love with him? The more she thought about it, the more she thought that Ron and Lavender were perfect for each other. It was like all her emotions had been amplified. Making a decision to find out about any potions or curses that could be affecting her, she headed towards her trunk to get some books.

"Hermione! Nikki's here!" Came a shout from downstairs, interupting Hermione's perusal of a potions book she'd found in the Black library labelled Moste Potente Potions.

"Coming Mum!" She yelled back, quickly removing anything magic-related from eyesight before getting ready to head downstairs. A muffled yell followed by a loud crash made Hermiones' blood run cold. Muttering to herself that her mother probably just dropped something, she slowly made her way downstairs. She discreetly held her wand at her side, careful not to let Nikki see it should she see her.

Gently stepping on each step, she leaned her head around the corner, checking out the dining room. Hermione gasped as she noticed a pair of feet sticking out from behind the table. Carefully glancing around her, she approached the table, praying that it was just Nikki playing a joke. One look at her best friends face told her all she needed to know. Her face was frozen in a grotesque look of absolute horror and her blonde hair was darkened by blood. Hermione's eyes travelled down her slight frame, widening in terror at the state of her body. Many of her bones were twisted in unnatural positions and the majority of her was covered in blood.

Choking back a sob, Hermoine raised her wand and steadily ran to the lounge room, looking for her parents. All the composure she had left over rushed out of her as she collapsed to her knees beside her parents body's, throwing her arms over her mother as she cried her heart out.

A wicked laugh tore into her consiousness and a cold shiver rand down her spine. She lifted her head and was unsurprised to see Voldemort himself standing in her living room, surrounded by Death Eaters. Fury like she had never experienced before coursed through her veins as she stood up and faced the thing that had ruined her life.

"Voldemort." She spat, a look of disgust on her face.

"Ah, the little mudblood has some fire left in her yet! How about you experience what i put your little friend through?" Raising his wand he uttered a curse "Crucio!"

"Protego!" Hermione cried, diving out of the path of his curse. "Sectumsempra!" She she yelled, putting as much feeling behind the curse as she could.

As she glanced up at her victim, she was pleased to see a look of surprise on his snake-like features, and she couldn't help but smirk when she noticed the deep gash that had appeared from his left temple down his face, just touching his lips, and ending at his chin.

Within a heartbeat Hermione heard around eight different voices yelling curses at her, she managed to keep eye contact with Voldemort, despite being under the Cruciatus Curse by at least one of the Death Eaters. With the last of her energy she spat in his face before allowing him to hex her, giving herself over to the blackness and pain so she could be with her family in the afterlife.