Warning: This chapter will contain mention of suicidal thoughts. This story will also contain bullying and multiple other triggers. If this upsets you, I would suggest not reading this story. Please, consider the warning before continuing.
September 1st, 1991
It was now the year Lillian would have gone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. She sighed, looking up at the sorting hat, "You know," she said to herself, "It looks old," she chuckled, "well duh, Lillian," she giggled to herself.
"Ravenclaw!" The hat shouted, sorting one of the new first years; Hermione Granger.
As Hermione walked toward her table, she passed through where Lillian was standing. She shuttered, feeling something there, but quickly tossing that idea aside as she neared the Ravenclaw table.
"It's wingardium leviosa not leviosa," First Year Gryffindor, Ronald Bilius Weasley, mocked the young girl. Unfortunately, said young girl had been right behind him, as he mocked her with his dorm-mates; Dean Thomas and Lee Jordan.
Upon hearing the mocking, the Ravenclaw girl silently cried. She didn't run off, just kept silent.
"Look," Cho Chang shouted, "We know we need to study; we're Ravenclaw's! Stop bothering us!"
Hermione Granger's eyes filled with tears, as she silently walked away.
Silently, one girl sat alone. A knife in her hand, she sliced herself, as the blood allowed the sadness and the loneliness to flow away. The life without friends, the pain in her eyes, it had never gone away. In her birth world, the muggle one, or this world, the wizarding world, it never went away.
Her parents had tried to help her, but they couldn't. She felt so lonely. She sighed.
Back at home, during Christmas holiday, Hermione looked up at the stars. The Minerva woman promised her so much, had said she would never be alone. She had lied. Not surprising, considering she had assisted in the kidnapping of Lillian Potter, but still, Hermione had hoped for so much.
Hermione shook her head, "Well," she spoke to herself, "I have no friends, everyone hates me, whether in my world or theirs," she listed, as she didn't feel like a Witch, "and in one world, or the other, no one understands me."
"My parents love me," she admitted, "but they can't help me. They allow the bullying to continue, without trying to stop it, even in this world," she sighed, "and in the other world, they cannot go. The injustice reigns, but I cannot stop it. I am powerless in stopping the pain, stopping the hurt in my life."
She sighed, "Well," she responded, "I can stop it," she admitted with a sigh, "but, then what?" She shook her head.
Hermione closed her eyes and breathed, "I don't know what to do," she admitted, "I don't want to go back to their world, though."
She sighed, remembering about what she had read involving leaving their world, "They'll wipe our memories and bind my magic," she sighed, "but, I wonder why I should even want to be there? What good is that world teaching me," she shrugged, "nothing," she admitted.
Author's Note:
Well, there's that chapter done, and with it we see Hermione close to suicide. What world have we wrought when eleven year olds are considering suicide?
Just a bit of a forewarning though, this piece will only get sadder before it gets better. Just letting you know.
SNolon.