As the girl ran through the empty corridors of Hogwarts she realized she cannot hide anymore. A simple talk led to something so revealing. How will she hide it from everyone else. "He knows, he must know" she said to herself. Trying hard not to believe it but overall failing miserably. She was running so fast that she didn't even notice where she was going, that Is of course when she bumped into something, rather someone. She looked up and was gladly met by Albus Dumbledor.

"Sorry Prof-…" she was losing to much blood which caused her to faint. She was caught by Dumbledor himself. He quickly took her to the hospital. Madam Pomfrey took her to the nearside bed and laid her down on it. "There, there, my sweet Hermione. Nothing to worry now, I'll take care of you" She started asking questions and examining her.

Albus had left knowing all to well what exactly was going on here.

Madam Pomfrey looked at Hermione's paleness on her face which took over rapidly. She looked at her bloody hand and examined it closely. "A deep cut, followed by many others" thought the witch. "My, my, our dead Hermione is in trouble" just as she was thinking this Hermione finally awoke.

"Wha…Where am I ?" said the flushed Hermione.

"Hermione, dear, please tell me if something is troubling you. You know I'm always here to help" said the witch calmly.

Panic arose in Hermione's body. Shivering she stood up from the bed and said

"You have nothing to worry about Madam Pomfrey, I can take care of myself. I am after all the know-it-all Granger, am I not?"

"It's not that dear, I just thou-…" she was cut of my Hermione's screaming.

"NO! you're wrong, you cant do anything now, cant you, so just let it go. There isn't ANYONE can do" she looked down, not wanting to look at the kind witch.

"I'm sorry Madam, but this Is just something that I have to deal with myself" and with that she ran out of the Hospital Wing.

She noticed there was something in her cloak's pocket so she took it out and examined it. It was a piece of parchment with writing on it. It was Dumbledors handwriting. She knew it. This odd looking piece of parchment had the directions to her house. She followed it and within seconds she came face to face with some old portrait which would lead her to her Head Quarters. She said the password and entered the common room.

I entered the Head Boy and Head Girl common room and mentally complimented Dumbledor for choosing such an exquisite room filled with so many great portraits that seem to be watching your every move. It had a huge couch which was settled in the middle of the common room itself. I walked down the steps to get a better view of this wide and luxurious room. Then my eyes landed on a wooden door with my initials on it. I walked towards the room and said the password.

"Black Rose" said an unsure Hermione. The wooden door opened and she entered her room. It was decorated in Red and Gold, "True Griffyndor, huh" she said to herself. She walked a little further and found her bed right in the middle of the room. It was all red with golden blankets surrounding it. She looked up and saw the night sky. "Dumbledor must have bewitched it" she said silently.

She walked over to her dresser and found that all of her belongings have been put to place. She wandered off into the bathroom and found it very intriguing. It was black and white with sparkling ceiling to top it off. She saw that the bath could easily fit about 5 people in it. Opposite to the bath, she found the sink filled with all of her belongings. She looked through them, just to make sure. Right next to her sink was another identical sink which had a slightly different color to it. She quickly looked through the things that were put on it and noticed things such as hair gel, and after shave. Suddenly she thought to herself that she must be sharing the bathroom with Malfoy.

"Oh, that's just great" she said to herself. She picked up his after shave and examined it.

"hmm...I wonder how it smells like" she put the bottle close to her face and inhaled the beautiful scent she smelled when she walked past him right before entering the Great Hall.

"Would you kindly remove your face from my bottle" said the cruel voice of none other than Malfoy.

When she heard him, she immediately put the bottle down and looked in his eyes.

"Sorry... I ...I just thought it was one of my..."stuttered Hermione.

"Wow, I didn't know you shaved your face, Granger, well looks like we learn something new everyday, do we now" smirked Malfoy.

"Oh sod of Malfoy, haven't you got better things to do than to waste your time on a filthy mudblood?" asked Hermione with confidence.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that attitude will get you know where, my dear mudblood as you put it"

said Malfoy all along keeping his smirk on his face. He knew this was all getting under her skin and all he wanted to do was to get on her nerves at the time.

"You're right. You know what, I think I should just listen to you and obey your rules that way I can actually get somewhere, as you put it" said Hermione.

This caught Malfoy off guard, he had no idea that Granger would actually talk to him that way. Everyone feared him, even his own friends. He observed her face and found nothing that could explain this. His smirk faded and he loosen a bit.

"What...not used to people actually talking to you" said Hermione. She found herself forming a smile at the corners of her lips. In a slow movement she went around him and found herself in her room. She closed the door and secured it just so he wont try any tricks on herself at night.

She went to her trunk and started taking out her personal things. She came across this picture of her mother and herself playing in the backyard, chasing butterflies. She looked closely at herself and noticed exactly how much she has changed. That smile, that beautiful wide smile has been tainted with cruelty and violence. She no longer remembered exactly how to smile the proper way. The way she used to when her mother was alive. She put her index finger on her mother's faces. Tracing her mothers figure she studied every part of her body. She saw the happiness and sunshine that was circling them. She felt a tear slip down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She dismissed the thought of knowing that Draco Malfoy was in the next room.

Hermione stood up and went over to her bed. She sat in the middle of this huge bed and put the picture close to her heart and started to cry silently. Silence was all there was that night. About 10 minutes later she found herself suddenly awake so she went over to the trunk and put the picture far, far away. She noticed she had some piece of parchment and quill in her trunk so she immediately took that out and went over to the desk that stood near the window. She started to write some things down and just looking out the window. Her thoughts instantly went back to her mother's fragile white face. As she was writing she didn't even notice the tears rolling down her cheeks. She decided now would be a good time to just go to sleep so she went over to her trunk and took out a bottle with liquid inside of it. Went over to the bathroom and poured the right amount of liquid in the cup and drank it.

Hermione went to her bed and was welcomed by a nice shutdown of everything. Her mother, her scars, her misery, her torture, her one and only father who was the reason of it all.

Draco was astounded by the braveness of the little Gryffindor. He would never in a million years think that the might know-it-all Granger would actually say something like that to him. "Well I guess you do learn something new everyday" he said to himself.

Draco went in his room and found himself enjoying the sight of it. He had a somewhat similar bedroom at the Malfoy Manor but it wasn't as this big and definitely not as luxurious. He went over to the balcony which he noticed was connected to Hermione's balcony. He stepped out and looked beyond the stars and the sky. He looked far into it that he had images of his mother laying on the floor with his dad towering over her.

"Ughhh....why...why can't I just get one day? ONE day of solitude!" he screamed at no one in particular. He opened his eyes and was welcomed by the night's cold breeze kissing his delicate skin as it passed by. He slowly went back to his bedroom and the image of his mother had never left his mind. He went over to his dresser and took out his dagger. His one of a kind dagger that he had since he was 13 years old. He remembered all to well how that day went when he first received it.

*flashback*

"Draco" his mother beautiful voice rang through his ears. "Draco, honey, would you come down here?" she screamed lightly again.

"Coming mother." Answered the little boy.

"Ah...there you are. All grown up, now aren't we?" said Narcissa in a light voice.

"Well I have a present for you my son. Come here" she patted the seat next to her.

The little boy ran over as soon as he could and in just no time he was astonished by something sparkling in back of his mother's hand. It was covered in a velvet cloth and it seemed to be a long stick.

"Aww...no mother, I already have my wand. I just bought it yesterday" said the little boy.

His mother smiled her innocent smile and revealed this strange looking stick. She carefully slid the cloth off of it and waited for his response.

"Oh amazing, it's a ...um..." he was having difficulties remembering but he did see it in an ancient book somewhere.

"Draco, this is something very important to me and it will become something very important to you as well. I want you to promise me, you'll treasure it" she looked in his eyes. "This can lead to bad things and also it can lead to good things. There is a spell charmed on this dagger, it's a spell that will protect it until it will finally be set with the other pair."

"Oh awesome, you bought me two of these" said the happy little boy.

" No my dear, the other pair is hidden well from the Malfoys. If you get that second pair, Draco, then you can end violence, do you understand me?"

"The reason I'm giving this to you is because I don't want your father to find out. Promise me Draco, you will NEVER show him this to him. PROMISE me!" said his mother.

"I..I promise mother." Said the terrifying boy.

"But mother...what exactly does it give me" asked the boy.

"It has great power that only you can find out for yourself, Draco. Only you can find out" said his mother, looking away from his gaze.

They were interrupted by a loud crash in the living room and Narcissa knew that he came home.

"Quickly son, go and hide it! RUN" screamed the mother. The boy ran as fast as he could to his bedroom, praying to god that his father wouldn't catch him. He entered his room and went over to his bed and hid the dagger deep under his mattress.

*end flashback*

Draco looked down at this exquisite looking object and remembered just how his mother got yelled at when his father had finally found out. But no matter what Draco never told him where he hid it. He kept switching the hidden places every day and never got caught. He was starting to believe that there really was some kind of charm on it.

Remembering how his mothers screams echoed in his head and how his fathers roars have frightened her. The look that she had whenever he was around was terrifying enough to collapse right there. He hated watching this, he hated having these visions on his mind. He hated his father for being so cruel and violent towards his mother. So many times did he try do to something and what was the outcome. More revenge.

He took this shinning dagger and quickly thought of an escape from his world of woes.

He directed his dagger at his wrist and slowly started to push harder into his skin. He looked at it as the red liquid flowed downward towards his elbow. The boy dropped his hand and watched as it stained the floor. He slid down against the wall and just observed this red fluid when all of the sudden he realized he was in the state of darkness.

Ah...this breathtaking darkness where your problems aren't visible, where your fears are hidden, where there is no one but ...you.

In a world of solitude, I have been released. In a world of anguish I have been born.