A/N- this is just something I thought of. Its like a lot of those Hermione cuts herself and finds comfort in someone besides Ron and Harry kinda fics. So r/r and flame if you like. It's my 1st fic. so be TOTALLY honest.

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter JK Rowling does. I just own this plot. If its likes other peoples plots well sorry I didn't try to copy.

HERMIONES POV

I was having the same dream again. The dream where I was in a tower and I was looking down. It seemed like I was about to jump. Then I saw a pair of eyes watching me and I turned around.

I awoke with a start and ran into the hall bathroom turning on the water and splashing it on my face. I didn't know why but that dream always scared me. It was so real but, I could never see who it was watching me just eyes. And I don't even remember what the eyes looked like.

I turned around to go back into my room but I ran into someone. It was my dad. He looked at me for a second, then he slapped me. He has slapped me before but this time was worse.

"I was sleeping peacefully with Marie then I heard the water running. Are you deliberately trying to make your new mom, my new wife, hate me?" he asked with anger flashing in his eyes.

My mom died 2 months ago because she had a heart attack when she caught my dad with another women. Last week my dad married the women, Marie. I hated her from the beginning. When she found out I was a witch she wanted nothing to do with me. She still married my dad and since then he has been hitting me for everything I do wrong.

When I didn't answer him he took a knife out from behind his back. "Sit down girl" he said and I sat down on the toilet afraid of what was about to happen. He put the knife to my left ankle and said, "every time you do something wrong to me or to anyone at school or even to yourself I want you to cut yourself. Right ankle the first time. Left ankle the 2nd time. Right knees the 3rd, left the 4th. Right thigh the 5th, left the 6th. Right arm the 7th cut, left arm the 8th cut. The ninth cut can be where ever and the 10th cut, the last cut. In your heart till you die." I stared at him as he put the sharp bladed knife in my hand. "So I want you to come back with atleast 7 cuts and if you have none we will go straight to the 10th. Do you understand? Its not like I want you alive anyways. Marie and me are trying for another kid and then your out of the house! So do you get the picture of what I want you to do?"

"Yes, so I cut myself when I feel the need to basically?" I asked. he nodded then left. I looked at the knife then thought about how everything in my life was wrong. I put the knife to my ankle and slid it through. When I was done, it bled for a few minutes. I just looked at it and I thought how much I enjoyed doing that.

Me, Hermione Granger. Top student at Hogwarts and a miss know it all. I had two best friends Harry Potter, the boy that lived, and Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend. I had straightened my hair during my 5th year at Hogwarts so I looked a lot better. This would be my 7th and final year at Hogwarts. I didn't intend on returning home after school either. Marie was almost pregnant and I knew they didn't want me. Tomorrow I was going to Hogwarts, this is the last night I would be here. I went into my room and put the knife in my bag. Then I slept again.