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The sun was breaking over the horizon and it fell in beams through the curtains, waking Hermione up as it shone in her eyes. She was silently waiting for either her father to come and give her a morning slap or for her mother's creepy boyfriend to wake her up by other means. When neither came she recognised that she was at Hogwarts. She felt like she could forget everything that had happened and just pretend that it was just like sixth year. But she knew she had to get up and continue with the façade that she was fine. Maybe if I think it hard enough, it might happen she thought to herself everyday and everyday she was proved wrong.
She sat dormant through her breakfast and only attempted to smile weakly to her friends. The Gryffindors just thought her mood was from 'Girl Problems' and 'Stress Overload from Study' for the past four weeks that they had been at school. She would tell herself to just pretend and go along with their games and keep her head down and work. She couldn't be weak, she wouldn't! She would still study like mad, because she could lose herself into the ancient texts not thinking about her reality, but she never drew attention to herself now.
Hermione knew it would be best if no one looked at her directly or they could see the scars that outline her body or the fragile soul within. So she sat at the back of every class and never raised her hand. When people asked about this she just told them that she was giving them a chance. It was a clever excuse she came up with in her more inspirational days.
Draco was also noticing that she would not sit with the wonder twins and her hand wasn't permanently defying gravity. It had begun to worry him that she wasn't the girl she was last year and even more shocked that her friends and the other Gryffindors hadn't noticed. She was extremely thin and pale all the time almost like she would faint constantly. He had often wondered if she ate or if she just pushed his food around her plate. It was his father that hadn't Muggleborns and that was his father's problems, not his. But unless he wanted to be beaten by his father ,he did 'What a Malfoy Should Do'.
Severus also noticed these things about the girl, and his concern was growing. In all of these four weeks she hadn't put a hand up to answer a question with a verbal essay. He found that he was missing her intellect and challenge that she presented to him to teach her something. The other teachers had noticed this to but they had bought her excuse about letting others take the spotlight, although they were sad that she was contributing anymore. He didn't buy it. He'd once tried to take it up with Albus, but he said to "let the girl go until she was ready", mumbling something about a horse and water.
It was now the seventh year potions class and Hermione's last class of the day. She couldn't wait to just get to her room. She wasn't feeling well and the stress of what teachers wanted from her was getting to her. It was just in her past class that Flitwick had said that she would be the top of the class easy. Did they not see how much work she had to put in to get there? It was not easy, nor was it the greatest fun in the world.
The potion they were making today was highly advanced and needed the full attention of the person brewing it. It was an extremely powerful healing potion that if made correctly could bring someone back from the brink of death, however if the attention was distracted or the ingredients added wrongly or at wrong times the effect of the potion could be fatal. That was why Snape had paired Neville with her, so that she could keep an eye on him. But that didn't work.
Hermione who was distracted over the depressing thought of what her future might hold accidentally added the dragon blood at the wrong time and barely had time to hit the floor after Snape saw what she did and yelled for everyone to get down. Neville, not as fast as everyone else collapsed onto the floor, with the potion making contact with his skin. His body started to convulse violently as his lips began to turn blue and his eyes taking on a glassy empty stare. Snape rushed over with a healing potion shoving it down Longbottoms throat in desperation and panic over the thought of a dead student.
Just as the colour returns to Neville's face, everyone is already standing and looking at Hermione in shock. She was the perfect know-it-all and she had made a mistake. Not just any mistake, but one that almost killed her friend. Severus, not realising who he was talking to or what he had noticed recently about her turned to face her with the look of pure hatred and anger on his face.
"I thought an idiot like you knew what you were doing when it came to the potion. Don't tell me there wasn't a book on the subject?" he yelled at Hermione. She hated the look in his eye and it hurt but she didn't understand why. She just remained silent trapped in her place by his eyes.
His anger continuing to overpower any reason he had, the proceeded to tell her, "Get out! Come back in an hour for your first detention and your only one if you're expelled for this!" he then looked away from her, as if she disgusted him to the point that he didn't want her to live.
Hermione walked from class in a daze. She had overwhelming guilt that she almost killed her good friend because of her concentration, the thought of Harry's or Ron's and most of all Neville's looks that would be coming her way making her want to cry. The hatred in the Professors eyes, was the thing that put her over the edge. He never even gave that look to Harry or Neville. In his eyes, she was truly not worth anything, just like her father had predicted. She sat in her stall in moaning Myrtles bathroom and let the tears fall. She felt worthless and horrible. It was close to five minutes till her detention when the tears finally dried enough to let Hermione see what she was doing. The blade that had become her greatest ally and friend, took the pressure off of her shoulders and she made the thin lines across her left arm like the other times, only this time a little bit deeper making it bleed more. She watched as it ran down her arm and up her sleeve before she heard someone enter the bathroom. It was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, gossiping about the day. She made a quick rush job covering her cuts and rushed out as they entered other stalls.
In the Dungeons was growing impatient with the detentionee was a confused Severus Snape. He didn't mean to yell at her like that, but she had almost caused someone's death. Just as he was pondering the situation there was a knock at the door. After Hermione swiftly made her way into the room, she stood patiently avoiding all eye contact with the man in front of her.
Half an hour after setting the task for her to do, he watched her. this was the first time that she could look at her and truly see her up close. He also noticed that she winced when she moved her left arm certain ways. Curious about both the arm and why she was the way she was he called her up to the desk. Hermione kept the calm façade up and turned to watch him.
"What is wrong?" he asked softly, so soft that Hermione couldn't believe that it came from the man before her, the bat of the dungeons. She didn't want to talk to him about it so she moved away from him towards the door, only he saw this moved and grabbed her hurt wrist. She let out a strangled scream as he clamped down hard over the cuts. He quickly let go and looked at his hand. It was covered in crimson blood, and he took her wrist and looked at the thin lines that streaked over her arm. He just stared at it, shocked. He never suspected this was happening. There was also think white scars that suggested that this wasn't a first time. Hermione expecting an insult over her deep dark secret, let a tear slide down her cheek and ran out the door and though the dungeons the only thought going through her head was wanting to get back to her room. Snape was left standing there stunned, what had lead the bright girl to do such a thing?