"Dad" Said Hermione, cautiously.

"Shut up you little bitch" He said coldly before stalking away.

Hermione went quietly to her bedroom before she broke down again, she didn't want to see that man ever again, and she wanted her father back. The nice, generous man that would do anything for his little princess.

"It's not fair" She sobbed, "Why does everything horrible happen to me?"

She still had a broken nose, but she couldn't do anything about it, she had no wand and there was no way she would risk going to the doctors.

Two days ago she felt as though the world was returning to normal, but this just threw it way back into the horrible world she lived in for months. She hated life, she wanted it to end. Draco, Ron and Harry were the only things she had. They were her world; she could never live without them. Though she was sure they would manage without her. Draco... was the last thing she thought of before she nodded off to sleep.

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"Get up you lazy whore and go make me breakfast" Roared a man from in the next bedroom.

She grudgingly got out of bed and went downstairs; she didn't want to give him another excuse to bash her.

She cooked him eggs and bacon and took that along with an orange juice up to her father's bedroom. She gave it to him and then left, it chilled her to the bone to be with him.

She went back to her bedroom, and sat on her bed.

"Mum...if your up there" She whispered, "You have to help me....I c-can't cope with this...not now...not ever"

Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks, she was now as good as orphaned, this world had taken everything from her life and she couldn't cope anymore.

"What do you think you are doing?" She heard her father's voice from behind her, "Why aren't you cleaning?"

He came over to her bad and when he saw the tears, he lost control again. The man behind the eyes was no longer her father, he was a changed man.

He slapped her across the face but she just sat there sobbing.

"Get the fuck up and do the house work" He roared, "Making her jump.

"N-no" She said between sobs, "how can you do this to me, I am your daughter"

"You are no child of mine" He replied as cold as ever.

He seized her by the hair and once again punched her in the nose. She howled from the pain, and he grinned. She wasn't going to take this anymore. She punched him back but she knew she hadn't hurt him very much. He tackled her to the floor and she bit him. He punched her in the stomach several times before he managed to control her. She lay on the ground whimpering, while he pinned her to the ground.

"I think we might have a bit of fun now" He stated the lust pouring from his mouth.

"No" She sobbed you c-can't do this to me...I-I'm a v-virgin"

"Bullshit" Was all he said.

He stood and circled the whimpering heap on the ground. He lunged forward and tore her pants off; she managed to give him one good kick before he pinned her down again. He wrenched off her shirt and ripped off her bra. He then stood again and circled her; she was sobbing harder than ever and trying to cover herself up. He lunged forward and pulled off her panties, then pinned her down again so she couldn't breathe. He lifted off her slightly and started licking and biting her nipples.

"How could you do this t-to m-me?" She managed to say through her crying.

He didn't answer just tore off his own pants before entering her roughly and pleasing himself, but hurting Hermione. She cried out in pain as he abused her body, every inch of her was aching she just wanted her life to be over, she had been through too much.

When he had satisfied himself he dragged her by her hair down into the basement, where he handcuffed her to the window bars. He left the light on this time, but she heard the door lock when he left.

She was so uncomfortable, the window was above her head so she was forced to stand, but her body ached all over. She was still naked and she was starting to get really cold. Her nose was extremely painful but she couldn't do anything about it. She shivered from the cold and from the pain she was feeling emotionally. Her scars ran deeper than most right to her heart.