Right. I'm taking a chance on this one. I love Harry Potter and I love fanfic, so I combined both. This would be my first one. With that said, please, please, please go easy on me. This starts at the end of Fourth Year and is non-canon the rest of the way.

Again, go easy on me.

D19

Bright flashes of red and green. Screaming. More bright flashes.

Calli hid her face in the neck of her mother. Her mother refused to let her feet touch the floor. They were running through the manor, passing her bedroom, her parent's bedroom, the library, all the way until they reached the study. Her mother waved her wand at the doors and set Calli down.

"You must listen, okay?" her mother whispered.

Calli nodded.

"You have to go with Uncle Lucius-

"Momma, no!"

"Listen" her mother said sharply. "You must go with him. He will take you somewhere safe, somewhere the bad man can't hurt you. When you get there, you must do whatever he tells you, no matter what. Do you promise to do that for me?"

Calli heard the shouting get closer. Her mother grabbed her face and brought their foreheads together.

"I will always be there with you. You know this. I will always be there. Promise you will do whatever Lucius says."

"Yes, Momma," she whispered.

"Good girl."

The door opened and Calli hid behind her mother, but she relaxed when she saw it was Lucius.

"Take her, Lucius. Take her and run."

"Rayna-

"Take her!" her mother shouted.

Lucius swallowed and grunted as he picked up Calli. She wrapped her hands around his neck and looked at her mother.

"I love you, Momma."

"Oh, my sweet girl," her mother croaked out. "I love you too."

Her mother removed her necklace and handed it to Calli. Someone banged on the door, and Lucius moved into action. Right before Calli vanished, she saw a bright light hit her mother in the back. And she saw the man who cast it. She swore then and there she would find him, and she would kill him.

No matter what.

Calli reappeared at her Uncle's house. He placed her down on the ground and she screamed. She kept screaming and screaming until she couldn't anymore. Lucius placed a hand on her shoulder. She stood there, trembling, until she heard popping sounds all around her. Lucius calmed her with a quick squeeze to her shoulder.

"It's okay, little one," he soothed.

She turned around and saw who had entered the house. It was what was left of her family. Her father limped over and got down on his knees. She fell into his arms as he cried. She didn't have any tears left, but she held onto him for as long as he held onto her.

They were all they had left.

Ten Years Later

The trio settled at a table with their drinks, and no sooner than she put the cup to her lips, Ron screwed his face in disgust.

"You ordered coffee?" Ron asked.

"I had a taste for it," she said defensively.

"You're bloody mental, you know that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron shook his head and started talking again, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. All she could think about was what would happen if she snapped. Not like when Ron did something stupid or when Harry went along with whatever Dumbledore told him. No, a full-blown snap where she would slit the throats of the imbeciles who ruined her life. She would bathe in their blood and dance in their ashes. She would smile as the life drained from their bodies, and she would laugh as they begged for mercy. She would-

"Are you even listening to me?" he huffed.

Hermione forced an apologetic smile on her face. "No, sorry. I was thinking about what classes I'm going to take next year," she lied.

Like she expected, Ron's face became an ugly shade of red as he sputtered and stammered his way into yet another remark about how she was always thinking of homework or how she was always acting like a 'bloody know-it-all.' It was starting to become so predictable and boring.

"But we just got out of school!" he exclaimed.

Hermione wrapped her hands around her coffee, imagining it was Ron's neck, and replied as calmly as she could, "I would rather have it out of the way now than be worrying about it later."

"I'm so glad you aren't staying at the Burrow this summer," he grumbled.

Hermione heard the insult, but wisely said nothing. Ron began to talk to Harry about Quidditch and Harry predictably joined in without defending her or anything of the sort. Not that she needed his help, but she would've liked to at least felt appreciated by the two idiots. They should be showing their appreciation every minute their hearts weren't beating outside of their chests. Hermione sighed as she looked out of the window, watching the people flitter about. It amazed her how many of them were unaware that their biggest threat wasn't Voldemort. It was the little bookworm sitting in a pub with the Boy-Who-Lived and the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Sod-Off.

It was ironic in a sad way.

She took a sip of coffee and saw a flash of blonde hair walk past the window. She recognized it even without seeing the face. Hermione looked over her shoulder and saw Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle walk inside. She scrunched her face at the sight of Crabbe and Goyle, wishing Draco would surround himself with better friends, but she knew why he kept them around. They were stupid and easy to blame should things go wrong.

"I need to go to the restroom," she said, getting up and leaving before they could respond.

Hermione passed by Draco and, instead of going to the restroom, took a hard right into the backroom where she would usually have her meetings. And by meetings, she meant gossiping with Luna or plotting with Draco.

"What on Earth are you wearing?" Draco asked as he walked into the room.

"I am a muggleborn, remember?" she scowled.

"Unfortunately," he said. "Is everything okay?"

Hermione leaned down against the table. "I could not stand to listen to them prattle on about Quidditch," she sighed.

"Least the year's over and you can come home for the summer."

"Be there a God, I would praise Him," she groaned.

Draco smiled. "You're just happy to see the big bad wolf again," he teased.

"I have missed him," she said with a smile. "Hopefully he is feeling better. I know that stunt in the graveyard drained him."

"Father said he was moving without assistance, so he should be well on his way to walking by the end of the summer."

"Wonderful. He owes me a duel."

"Of course he does."

Hermione rolled her head around and stood up. "I should be heading back," she said.

"If you need me, you know where to find me."

"That I do."

Draco quickly hugged her and whispered, "Love you, Calli."

"Love you too, Dragon," she whispered back.

The two separated and Hermione walked out first. She found that Harry and Ron were badmouthing the Draco and Severus. Typical. She subtly warmed up her coffee, making sure no one saw her display of wordless and wandless magic, and settled in for yet another wasted Hogsmeade trip.