Alright, here is where I start. These coming chapters are mine minus of course the characters and the world of HP. I do not own nor make any money off of these offshoots from JK Rowling's works.

WARNING: Child Abuse Mentioned in the next couple of chapters.

Chapter 3

Hermione Granger always had known she was different. It wasn't just because she was smart or remembered everything that was had ever experienced. No it wasn't even for the fact that she had never been outside of her parents fenced in yard. It was because she knew things and could do things. She didn't know how she knew them but whenever she said something, her parents were always frightened and reached for the phone. She had learned to stop telling them what she knew for one reason: exorcist.

When she was younger and trusted them, she would tell them when something was about to happen or point to something that was strange but not uncommon. The first few times, they smiled and laughed it off as coincidence. But when when they actually saw it happen, they couldn't ignore it anymore... She was different. As in possessed by the devil different. By age 3 she had been chained to her bed for the exorcisms no less than 4 times in one year. By her current age of 10, she had been at least 5 sometimes up to 11 or 12 times a year. The priests would do all sorts of rituals anything from caning her, almost drowning her in holy water, and several other types of punishment that could be devised to try to get rid of the demon in her.

When they first came, she was excited! She loved going to church especially during the holiday seasons where everything was brightly light and so many things to look at. They sent her to her room while her parents and the priests talked. She thought that they were coming to do something to the house, to make it brightly colored! The day before this, she had been very bored. She had to wait for her daddy to come home before the tree would be put up. As she sat there in front of the tree leaning against the wall. She stared at it until she had a feeling that she could set the tree herself. And so she began.

First, she had put up the tree into the tree stand, flying thru the air around and around until the tree was standing straight up. Then next came the strands of lights and of garland. Shortly following, the ornaments delicately landing on the tree and then lastly the star on the very top. She had been very proud of herself. Her parents could see that she was a big girl and could help. She remembered how her mother had dropped her mug of hot coco and continued standing in the doorway, hand on her mouth looking beyond shocked and some other emotions that she would learn more about soon: fear and disgust.

So the next day in her innocence, when she was called back into the room, she was excited thinking about only Christmas and how much fun she could have now that she was a big girl and was learning new things, just like last week she learned all of her alphabet and could count to 25 on her own! As soon as she walked in the door, she was grabbed, a sack pulled over her head, and her hands grabbed by separate people. That was the first time she could remember being scared to death. She shoved the people off of her against the wall. Unfortunately, with this blatant use, she was punished even more by the priests. She remembered that first time and would always remember no matter what.

Now she was 10 and was disillusioned about the world. She remembered nursery school with the stories of love and parents who cared. She knew that this was not how children were treated by parents. She couldn't remember any stories where the parents kept their child locked up like a dog with a collar. But instead of any normal collar, this was a special collar that was shock activated. If she left the specific boundaries, only being able to access her room and the bathroom, it would shock her to unconsciousness and send an alert to the priests. Once the priests arrived to take her back into the room, they would revive her by dumping holy water on her or shoving her head in a bucket of holy water. Thus, starting the process of exorcism.

She shuddered staring at the wall listlessly. She remembered the last time they were here for their quarterly exorcism rites. The priests had begin talking about a different type of ritual where they used her body one at a time. Usually the Church wouldn't let them use it before the child was before the age of 15 but since none of the other rituals had worked, the Church had provided consent as long as her parents did. She stared at the wall calendar near her desk in despair. The next review was in less than 2 weeks. She didn't want to go thru this. She just wanted to be rescued and taken far away. She was a prisoner in what should've been a safe place.

Deep in her thoughts, she didn't hear the doorbell ring at first. The loud jarring noise soon jolted her out of her thoughts and caused her to look outside to see if she could see the person ringing the bell. She wished she could open the window but after her attempt to call for help at age 5, the window had long since been nailed shut and a dimmed window placed. She could barely see out but no one could see in.

Sighing, she went over to her desk, wishing the person would just leave so she could work on these stupid papers the priests made her write. Morosely, she stared at the essays and the books that were being required work. When the priests first made the demands, she had tried to resist but that had just caused her more pain and suffering, causing the number of exorcisms to go up as well as scars.

Slowly, she began concentrating on her papers, not looking up and not paying attention to her surroundings. If she had been, she might have noticed the other person's presence in the room.