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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: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter your reviews made my day, so thank you: ChicGeek, Inkling, AmericanAngel, Brandy, Bou-chan, Little House Girl, Annie Rini Romanov, hannah. I will answer your questions about why Ron is there later in the story but I will say that yes Pure Bloods who don't support Voldermort are there they are known as Blood Traitors as well as those witches and wizards who have muggles as parents who are known as Mudbloods. You will also find out what happened to the Potters in a later chapter. One more thing if you want to be added to the mailing list for new chapters please tell me in your review. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and please remember to review it once you've read it thanks.

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Dear Diary,

Another day has just dawned I can't see it because my cell has no window in it but I can hear the shuffling and muttering of the people above me who do have windows. I used to have a window remember that but he said I took too much pleasure in being able to see outside and had me moved down here so that I can no longer see the sun rise in the distance or the stars in the sky at night time. It broke my heart the first time I realised I would no longer be able to see the sun or the sky anymore tears flowed freely down my cheeks that day, I don't cry anymore for it though I won't give him that satisfaction. My body aches from the bruises he left behind and the work I was forced to do yesterday, my nails are torn and bloody as well now to match the rest of my body. How could any person inflict this on another just because they are different from them? There are hundreds like me down here who are in the same position mudbloods and muggles alike who have been forced into hell for reasons not of their making. How can the Pures do this to us we aren't that different to them, are we? It doesn't matter how different or the same we are to the Pures we are still scum to them, why what did we do to them?

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I placed the diary safely away behind the brick and sat on my bed looking at the door as it swung open, wondering who it could be and if I was being honest not really caring at all. I looked up astonished as a young girl of about 15 years old entered and quickly closed the door. She had bright red hair, which was tied up in a ponytail, and she wore the uniform of a cook. The smile on her face was infectious though and it reminded me of another I'd seen only yesterday.

"Hi," she said while she looked down at a long list in her hand "are you Mudblood 142?"

"Yes that's me," I replied puzzled "why?"

"Oh I've brought you some food," she said waving a hand at a plate on the bed "all manuals get it".

"Thanks," I said smiling as I looked at the plate of food it didn't look very appetizing it was a bowl of brown, lumpy porridge and a couple of pieces of bread but at that moment I was that hungry I would eat anything.

"Sorry it's not very much but we were told to give you as little as possible," the girl gave a sheepish smile and in that moment I felt sorry for her because she really did look upset that she couldn't give me any more.

"Don't worry I understand, I'm not that hungry anyway," I lied quickly to try and make the girl feel better.

"I'm Ginny Weasley by the way," the girl whispered smiling and extending her hand.

"Hermoine Granger," I said taking her hand.

"Yeah I know my brother told me," she said smiling "he likes you".

I felt myself blush then as I remembered who else I'd met with the last name Weasley, Ron the boy who had given me a drink. I could see who she reminded me of now the same red hair, the same freckles, Ron's little sister.

"BLOOD TRAITOR 6 WHERE ARE YOU? GET BACK HERE NOW!" I heard a voice roar down the corridor.

"I have to go," she said laughing at my still blushing face as she walked towards the door.

"Oh and say hi to Ron for me please," she called quietly as she walked out and the door magically locked itself behind her.

I sat motionless for a few minutes staring at the door as I heard her footsteps getting fainter and fainter. Wondering why that family were all being really nice to me, I shrugged and as my stomach gave a loud growl of impatience I started to eat the food she'd left me. After I finished eating the little food I'd been given I flopped back onto the hard, lumpy mattress that was my bed and thought about the two people I'd met in the past two days. They had both been so nice to me but part of me was still suspicious, why were they being so nice to me, was this a trick of some kind? They'd been warned not to talk to me but they still did why would anyone risk so much pain just to talk to me? Why was I worth it? They had acted so nice to me but they'd heard the warnings could they be trusted or did they have another motive? I got up off the bed as I heard the scuffling of shoes heading towards my cell.

"Come on whore, get out here time to work again, get you some more nice bruises!" I heard laughter behind the words and raised my head slightly in a defensive stance and walked out of the door.

"Go you know where you're going," the voice said as I entered the corridor and started to follow the group who were already a good way down the corridor in front of me.

It seemed to take a lot less time before we ended up in the pit again and I was forced to climb the tower and start to pull out chunks of the hard, cold rock with my bare hands. I worked in rhythm for a couple of hours no one came to talk to me which I was partly thankful for as I didn't want to risk anyone getting into trouble because of me. Another part of me however was upset about the fact that no one came to talk to me, everyone just ignored me. I wasn't even going to admit to myself who I wanted to come and talk to me I wasn't thinking any thoughts at all about a certain boy with ginger hair or that is what I was telling myself anyway. Who could blame him for not talking to you, I told myself firmly, they've probably all been warned about you again. The other part of me however the less sane and fanciful part however just kept repeating Ginny says he likes you, I was ignoring this part as much as possible it was too complicated to think about I was Malfoy's whore no one could like me. I heard the whistle blow shrilly as the shift I was working came to an end, to me it felt like I'd been working for hours I ached from head to toe and just wanted to go lie down. I followed the group of people heading back towards the cells being jostled and pushed along the way as I walked. Not caring which direction I was walking in, you could always get to all the cells no matter which entrance you came in through it just meant I'd have a longer walk from certain entrances. As I walked I realised I was entering at the opposite end to the one I should have and then I felt it a hand around my mouth as I was pulled into someone's cell and the door was slammed behind me.