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Summary: On the night Voldermort attacked the Potters something went wrong. Sixteen years later the world is a very different place with Voldermort in charge. Hermoine's future seems hopeless filled with pain and suffering, will things ever change?

Authors note: Well here is another chapter in my story I hope you enjoy it and please remember to review it once you've read it, thanks.

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Dear Diary,

The pain is worse than usual I think he was upset about something today because his spells were a lot stronger than usual. I ache everywhere, my body is covered in black bruises there is hardly an inch of skin which isn't bruised he did a thorough job before he left me bleeding and broken on the floor. My eyes feel swollen, but not through crying I didn't give him that satisfaction, I think they're bruised as well but I can't tell because I haven't got a mirror. I'm so tired diary and I've got work duty later, I'm no longer a maid he took great satisfaction in telling me that as well and guess what the reason is, it's because I look to much of a mess to be one. Who is it that causes me to look like this? I don't do it myself do I! I'm now working as part of the manual labour team in the quarry, how will I cope with that? Moving and carrying rocks around, I suppose I should be grateful that I get to go outside. I suppose you're wondering why the Pures don't use magic but what would be the fun in that for them when they can watch us sweating and doing the work by hand when we all know we should be able to do it using magic. Anyway Diary I have to go now I can hear them shouting and punishing the other workers and they're heading this way.

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I just had enough time to put the diary safely away before my door was unceremoniously thrown open by a big man who I'd never seen before who grabbed me and threw me into the corridor where I slammed into the wall opposite.

"Standing there gawping! Who do you think you are? Do you think you're better than the other scum here? Well let me tell you you're not, got that?" The man who'd thrown me into the wall spat into my face as he yanked me off the floor where I'd fallen after I hit the wall.

I stared up into his face scars covered it from a youth spent picking at the spots that had covered it, the eyes were heavily hooded and gleamed like a mad mans down at me as he looked me up and down with disdain.

"SCUM!" He roared throwing me away from him as if I was poisonous.

I felt myself flying backwards again and knew I was going to receive even more bruises. However at the last minute I was stopped from falling to the floor by a strong pair of hands, which were covered with a light sprinkling of freckles and faint ginger hairs, that caught me and placed me gently back on my feet. I was just about to turn around and say thank you when I was grabbed by the back of my neck and raised off the floor. I looked around at about ten people below me not knowing who it was anymore who had caught me. The people were dressed in the same type of ragged clothing as I was however they had a lot less bruises and they weren't covered in blood, there was also no other women in the group.

"This," said the scarred man who was holding me who I presumed was a pure and one of the guards "is a whore. She is not to be spoken to or helped by any of you or you shall all be severely punished. This is Malfoy junior's whore you must all stay away from her, do you understand? No one is to talk to her or help her in anyway".

With that he dropped me again and no one was near enough to stop me from falling this time. I should have expected this I thought as the group moved away and I picked myself up off the floor and began to follow them. This is another way for him to torture me by alienating me from everyone else. Why can't he leave me alone? I looked around me as we continued to walk along dank corridor after dank corridor nothing changed as we walked until we eventually came out into what seemed to be the bottom of a pit. There were ladders extending in all directions where men and a few women were clawing out bits of the sides of the pit with tiny axes or in some cases their bare hands.

"Oy whore you work here," I was pushed hard towards a ladder which I climbed up quickly and was pulled non-too gently onto a platform by another guard.

There were about four of us including me on this platform and I noticed that the others must have had the same warning about me I'd heard earlier as no one looked my way. The guard motioned for me to start working and I moved towards the grey wall.

"Do I get a hammer?" I asked the guard politely, as all the others seemed to be using one.

"You get a hammer!" The guard laughed as he shouted down to one of the other guards "Malfoy junior's whore wants a hammer Gil."

"Tell her to use her head a few more bruises and it might put him off her," the laughing reply came back.

I watched then as the guard walked down the ladder still laughing and shouting it to all the other guards. One phrase was swirling in my head though I wasn't listening to anything else, Malfoy junior's whore, it wasn't my fault he did those things to me, why did I deserve this and everyone else told not to talk to me. I swallowed the tears forming in my throat and raised my head high I didn't care what they thought of me, I'd just get on with the work I'd been sent to do I'd show them. I started to pull and scrape chunks of rock out of the wall in front of me it was hard work and my nails were broken and bleeding within five minutes but I didn't stop if other people could do this I could.

"Hey girl want a drink?" I turned around quickly as I felt someone gently tap me on the shoulder.

Staring down at me was a very tall boy of about seventeen, he had messy ginger hair and his face was covered in freckles. His clothes were patched and frayed and didn't look big enough to cover the growing body beneath them. The thing that I noticed most though was that he was smiling at me and holding out a drink to me, he must have heard the warning though so is this a trick, has he been told to do this for some reason?

"Why what's wrong with it?" I asked cautiously previous experiences warning me to tread carefully.

"Nothing," He said narrowing his eyes "I just thought you might be thirsty sorry for bothering you".

"I'm sorry," I called as I watched his retreating back "it's just I'm a bit wary of things and you've been warned not to talk to me or help me".

"So would you like a drink then?" He asked offering me the bottle again.

"But you'll get in trouble," I answered worry etched across my face as I thought about what would happen to him if he was caught helping me.

"Let me worry about that," he said offering the bottle again.

I took the bottle from his outstretched hand and took a long drink from it feeling the liquid slide down my throat giving me a new burst of energy.

"Thank you," I said as I handed the drink back to him.

It was then that I noticed his hands they had a light sprinkling of freckles and faint ginger hairs on them.

"It was you," I said smiling up into his face "you're the one who caught me".

I could tell from the sheepish smile on his face that he was.

"Thank you for catching me and for the water," I said "but you best get back to work before they see you talking to me".

"It was no bother catching you, I couldn't let you fall to the floor now could I? What is your name by the way?" He said as he started to walk back to his workstation.

"Mudblood 142," I said automatically without thinking I watched the boy flinch as I said this and wondered why.

"No your proper name what did your parents call you?" He asked me.

"Hermoine Granger," I said looking around apprehensively as I said this as you weren't meant to use your given name here you were meant to use your number, I'd be in a lot of trouble if the guards heard me use it but at this precise moment I didn't care.

"Nice to meet you Hermoine," the boy whispered "I'm Ron Weasley".

I watched his retreating figure as he walked over to his workstation and then with a feeling akin to happiness I carried on working.