alone ;

disclaimer : I do not own harry potter. I own my thick, fat head.

recap: Hermione fell with a 'thud' to the floor and the blood spilled onto the floor, staining the stone with a dark colour.

The blood spreaded out beneath her, as though she was a butterfly, a cynical dark butterfly – flying on the crimson wings of blood.

Whose wings, sadly, are about to be wretched from her back.

# chapter three

Laughter.

Hermione, aged three years old, had a bounce in her every step as she walked towards her parents. "Daddy! Mummy! Look, I caught a butterfly!" she shrieked with absolute glee.

Her parents looked at each other and smiled. "That's marvelous, darling," her father spoke, while her mother nodded. Hermione smiled, as they patted their head.

Suddenly, Hermione's eyes opened in pain as the grip on her head started to tighten, and she looked up, her eyes watering with pain. In front of her was John, complete with that sinister smile and oh-so-what-the-fucked up face of his. "Come, my darling…" He smiled, and his hand reached out for her…

Hermione clutched the sides of the bed, and screamed out loud.
She woke up, her eyes wide in fear and beads of perspiration trickling down her back.

Hermione took time to calm down, before she took in what was around her.

She was in a ward of St. Mungo's, on a white sheet bed with curtains drawn around her. Her wrist was bandaged and her wand beside her.

"Look guys, Hermione's awake!" A male voice spoke, his voice full of joy.

Harry.

Then she saw her wrist. And realized what had happened.

Fuck.

They had found her bleeding and unconscious on the floor of the Leaky Cauldron when Tom floo-ed them because one of the portraits in the room had saw Hermione's suicidal act.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

"Hermione, why did you…" Ron started to say and started to place his arm on her when her eyes filled with tears and she burst into hysterics.

"Sod off! Don't touch me!" Hermione screamed, her eyes filled with hurt, anger and terror. She flung her arms wildly, determined not to let any fucking male near her.

The eyes of Harry and Ron held confusion, and Hermione knew it well. What had happened to her? She couldn't say. It just made her feel cheap. Fuckingly cheap.

Thoughts of then flooded her mind.

It tormented her, it made her feel like dying.

"Leave me alone…just…leave…" Hermione stared into blank space, muttering the words and her head rocking back and forth, as though she was a mental retard.

Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise, but they could not make out any words. What in the world happened to their Hermione, their clever Hermione full of snappy comeback wit?

The day to go back to Hogwarts was drawing nearer, could they make her smile again?

By the looks of it, it was going to be a hell of a task.

Hermione's eyes started to wander around the ward, looking for her suitcase, looking for her blades.

Her eyes rested on a small box, with an elaborate clasp in the front.

She reached for it clumsily, knocking over her wand, which was placed on the table. Her eyes were masked with a hysterical sheen, and all she wanted was the need for blood.

As she opened the box and took out her blades, she seemed to have forgotten that Harry and Ron were still there. She selected a free area that had not been marked with her "trophies" and placed her blade there, preparing to slit it hard and clean.

"Stop, Hermione!" Harry and Ron commanded, but she couldn't hear.

Hermione was now trapped, trapped in her own darkness, and refusing to see the light.

Hermione was now, by what others could see, mentally deranged.

;triple hearts

author's notes: sorry for the fuckingly short chapter, but I am facing some bad issues and well, I just hate myself. Please review for every chapter to make me happy, please? This chapter really must suck, but I am really short of ideas.

tHe-EvIl-BaStArD ; no, it does not sound like me. Unfortunately, I wish to bust your brains out for making such an inconsiderate statement. You do not know me, don't act as if you do.

genius04 ; no, I am not an awesome writer. There are many more fabulous writers with better commands of the language, but thanks anyway, you certainly made my day (:

midnightwanderer01 ; thanks! I will continue (: despite my meagre reviews…but at least, you were encouraging!

HopelesslyRomanticGoth ; really, you think so? Thank you! I will continue though, but I will update slower due to recuperation of my brain.

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