Untitled: Hermione's P.O.V. "Why me, why is it always me!", Hermione said to herself. Why do I always have to get punished for something that I didn't mean to do... she kept asking herself as she looked at all of the old and new bruises that now scared her thin body. "Don't worry about it Mia, this will be all over in about 2 hours when I go back to Hogwarts", she said over and over to herself. Hermione has changed a lot over the summer ever since her father started beating her. Her whole look has changed b/c she isn't the little bookworm she was, no not anymore. Now she had straight hair that was dyed blonde with black roots, she was about a good height of about 5"2,she is now what her father calls a "Little wanna be punk bitch". "Hurry up and get ready before you become late for that little fucking poor ass excuse for a school", screamed her "father". As she got into the nice hot shower, she thought of what it would be like if her mother had never left her and her father so that he wouldn't be abusive like he is now. It hurt so much to feel the hot water go against her bruised skin. "It hurts so much", she whispered to herself. When she got out of the shower she turned on her stereo and it started to blast "Easier to Run", by Linkin Park. With that she walked over to her closet and picked out a red tank top that said Problem Child on it in black punk letters, then a pair of big black baggy pants that she got from Hot Topic, and black Vans. She then quickly put the clothes on and then made her hair straight, she put her make-up on (black eye liner, and cover-up to hide the bruises that were on her face. She then walked over to her drawer and pulled out a pocket knife that had a serpent around the handle part (where you hold the thingy), with blue rhine stones for eyes, then she pulled out her red arm warmers to cover up the scars that she made with that little pocket knife she had, and her braclets and put them on and she put the pocket knife in her back pocket. She ran down stairs to the car that her father was waiting in to drive her to the train station to Hogwarts. Half way there her father said "What now you wanna be quiet". "I didn't even say anything to you the whole way here", she whispered. "Did I give you permission to speak!", he yelled at the top of his lungs and smacked her in the face with his right hand b/c the other one was on the steering wheel. "No sir", she mumbled. SMACK. He had hit her again, but this time he punched her in the eye. She wanted to cry so much but just couldn't. Well, I'm finally here, she thought in her head. "Wait!", screamed her father, and he then dragged her off to the family bathroom and started to furiously beat her. "That will teach you not to talk back to me, and it should last you your whole year at that school", she said as she laid on the cold floor. She tried getting up, but just couldn't b/c she didn't have enough strength to. So instead she used the counter to support her. When she got up she just stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection, then she grabbed the pocket knife from her back pocket, lowered her arm warmer and slashed her arm 5 times. She just stood there and stared at the blood pour out. "At least I know that I'm still alive", she slowly whispered to herself. After she cleaned up the blood, she left and was on her way aboard the train to Hogwarts. When she had finally found a compartment to sit in she started to think. She thought of what her friends would think if they saw all of the bruises that she had. Or better yet, would they still accept her for who she is now? That was the question that she kept thinking of. But about 20 minutes later her thoughts were interrupted but Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson who so rudely just barged in and just stood there staring at Hermione with evil glares.