A/N: Remember people this is a repost. I hope everyone that actually reads this likes it. I'll be updating every couple of days until I have all the chapters that are currently written posted. Fred and George make their entrance in the next few chapters I believe. The chapter that I'm writing right now actually has quite a lot of Fred and George...or just George to be more precise. I have a sequel planned out in my head for this oddly enough so if you like this be happy.

Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I merely toy with the characteres and bend them to my will.

Part 1

--two and a half years later--

"Mommy! I wanna go to school!" I yelled from my room.

"It's too dangerous! There are bad people out there Lizzie!" my mother yelled back.

I got up off my bed and pouted, then decided that if they wouldn't let me go that I would sneak out and go to school.

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I lived in a small area between Freeland and Whitehaven, Pennsylvania. There were woods all throughout it, and those woods made up everyone's backyard. They were on the foothills of the Pocono Mountains, and everyone there seemed to live happy, content, fulfilled lives. Everyone but me that is.

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I tiptoed down the stairs as to not have my mom notice me. It wasn't hard seeing as she was high off crack, and eight-and-a-half months pregnant from one of her clients. When my dad had found out that she was pregnant from one of her business calls, he screamed and yelled, but not over the fact that it was another man. He screamed over the fact that she wouldn't be able to do anymore prostitution for almost a year.

My father was sick. Truly sick.

I skulked around the outside of the house and made a dash for the woods. I made it. I reached the safety that the woods had to offer me. I crept through the woods hardly making a sound, and ended up at Gram's house. I walked up the back porch steps and opened the screen door.

My grandma rushed to the back door and dragged me into the kitchen. I was only five, but I was a very mature five, and I knew that she was worried about me as was the rest of my family. She knew that I couldn't tell her what was going on, and it was killing her, as it was me.

"So Hermione, what brings you alone to my house?" she whispered.

"Gram! I wanna go to school and my mommy and daddy won't let me! They said that it was too dangerous and that we'd be found out!" I complained.

"Hermione, I don't know what to do. If your father found out that I sent you somewhere that he didn't want you to go he'd have my head."

"But Gram! I have to go to school! It's the only way that I'll ever get a chance to get out of here!"

"Fine Hermione. I will take you school if it means getting you out of that drug house."

Gram picked up her car keys and we headed to the garage. I bounced and hopped and jumped with glee. I was getting to go to school! Somewhere where I could finally be able to get away from all the horror in my life.

As we drove off I saw a rusty beat-up 1934 Ford Pick-up truck pull into my driveway. It meant only one thing: Daddy was home.

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3rd person point of view switch

Harvey pulled into the driveway of his home, the house his father had so carefully built for his subservient wife. He got out of his 1934 pick-up truck and grabbed the grocery bag filled with marijuana seeds. He walked into his house expecting his curly-haired kindergartener to come bounding out of her room to greet him, but he was greeted with the sight of a dirty house and his extremely large wife smoking crack.

"Marie, where's Eliza?" he asked.

"Dunno. Shoube in 'eroom, I thunk." Marie babbled with her voice heavily slurred.

"Hun, I can't understand a damn word you're sayin'. Speak fuckin' English woman!"

"I thaid dat I tunk dat she wuz in 'er room uuugghh..." Marie groaned.

Harvey walked over to is wife and slapped her hard across the face. She looked at him with slight bewilderment.

"Whyou do dat Huunnnyy?"

"You deserve it Huunnnyy."

"Bu' I do nuthin."

Harvey kicked her in the stomach and laughed as she rolled off the couch with tears staining her eyes. He gave one more laugh before walking upstairs to find his good-for-nothing daughter.

He was shocked at how quiet it was in the house. He checked her room, seeing no one there he decided to look around to see what a five year old could possibly hide. He lifted up her mattress: nothing. He looked under her pillow: nothing. He checked in the dollhouse, the closet, the toy box, the art set, under the bed: nothing. He knew she was hiding something. He had to find it. He climbed on her bed deciding that it had to be somewhere around there. He checked in the secret drawers under the bed, looked closely for any lumps in the sheets. Then he spotted it. A tiny crack in the wall next to her pillow. He could see something papery jammed in there. He literally ripped out the paper. It was money, and lots of it.

He sat on her bed with boundless amounts of money spread about him. It had taken him all of ten minutes to pull all of the money out of the tiny crack. Hundreds, no, thousands of fifty dollar bills screamed at him. He thought he was in heaven for a moment. Then he remembered where he found them. Gathering all the bills in his arms, he walked downstairs and took a look at his wife who was still on the floor, her tears now dried, sobbing dry sobs. He dumped the bills on the kitchen table, and grabbed something out of the drawer.

Marie saw her husband come out of the kitchen with something in his hands. She struggled to see what it was, but couldn't.

Harvey walked over to his ballooned wife and aimed the thing in his hand at her. Her eyes screamed in fear and her heart started pounding five-thousand miles per hour.

His face twisted into a sick, evil, psychotic grin, and he fired the gun that was the thing in his hands.

She died instantly from a gunshot to the head.

Harvey knelt down beside his dead wife, and ran his fingers through the blood-filled black curls.

"Sorry Marie, but you did the one thing that you were never supposed to do. You gave her a means to escape."

He stood up, and walked out of the house with the psychotic grin still plastered on his face. He walked slowly through the woods and came up to his mother's house. He hid the gun in his coat pocket and wiped off the blood that was on his hands in the thin sheet of snow that covered the ground.

He opened the back door, and hid in the corner waiting for her to come home. He knew where she was. She was delivering his daughter to her precious kindergarten. All he had to do was wait here, and when she walked in the door, BAM! Dead.

Her car pulled into the driveway, and the old lady hobbled out of it and walked up the steps to her front door. She opened the door. She never locked it, because she never had need to until this very moment where she wished she would've.

Dolores Frankland walked into her kitchen to get a cup of tea, but the cabinet door was the last thing she saw before her quaint little sun shattered.

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1st person POV switch

"Miss C! Miss C! Derry stole my coat! I asked him to give it back but he won't! He's almost as mean to me as my daddy is!" I cried.

"Now Eliza, I'm sure that Derrick didn't mean to take your coat. He's only playing," the teacher said.

"Miss Caltshire, Derry stole my coat. I had it in my hands and I was going to hang it up and he stole it! He took it right out of my hands and then he laughed at me! And I hate, with a capitol H-A-T-E HATE being called Eliza! I wanna be called by my middle name! Her-mi-o-ne! Hermione! Ok!" I screamed.

After I said that I thought to myself: That was uncalled for Hermione. You shouldn't have taken your frustration out on Miss C!

But alas, we do things without thinking, and we just have to deal with it.

"Eli-Hermione. What did you mean when you said that Derrick is almost as mean as your daddy?" Miss C asked sweetly.

"My daddy threatens and beats me and he grows marijuana and crack. He forces my mommy into prostitution, and is constantly running from the cops. Is there anymore you would like to know?" I sneered.

Miss Caltshire was speechless. She just stood there with her mouth hanging open, staring into empty space. She walked over to the phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello 911. Please state your emergency. We are here to help you."

"Yeah. 911? Um... I have a student whose father grows and deals drugs and whose mother is a prostitute. Her family has tried to help but they haven't found a way to get past her father yet."

"You seem very calm ma'am."

"Calm? Calm! How can I be calm? I was just shocked for a moment! But you have to help me! The girl's name is Eliza Hermione Frankland and she lives at 4153 Dunesbury Drive in the little area between Freeland and Whitehaven that's having boundary disputes."

"Ma'am we'll be right over to the house to investigate. Meanwhile, you need to find out of the girl has any immediate family she can live with for the time being."

"Ok bye."

"Goodbye ma'am."

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I thought it was a very odd phone call to the police, for as I learned later, the usual phone call to the police is hurried and worried and nervous and hard to understand. I guess that the way that she made that phone call should've told me right off the bat that something wasn't right...

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"E-Hermione, do you have any family that you could live with while your father's in prison?" Miss C whispered.

"Well, I could stay with Gram, but she couldn't protect me if he came back, and I could stay with crazy ol' Aunt Lynn, but she's mental. She imagines lightning striking her apartment on a sunny bright day, and she also says (dramatic five-year-old's pause) that there are merpeople in coffee beans," I whispered my hand covering one side of my mouth. "She also says that she wishes that Prince Albert would jump outta the potty and chase her around stark naked in attempts to screw her."

"Um... um... She sounds nice, but I think that we should look for relatives other than her. Do you have any other relatives?" Miss C put a strained smile on her face and looked at me hopefully.

"Well... there's my Auntie Anita and my cousins the boy and the girl and my Unkie Byron!" I chirped. "They live in the big state o' Texas!"

"Ok Hun, well I gotta take you back to your house so you can pack to leave (dons fake Texas accent) fo' da big state o' Texas!"

I skipped out the door and watched as she left the other kindergarteners in the care of a sweet young lady named Honeybelle Suckabee. I didn't know then that I would be encountering her soon, as I just thought she was someone to take care of my fellows while I was gone.

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3rd person POV switch

He was coming up to it.

The school.

Where his daughter had betrayed him.

He had to find her.

Before she...

NO! He mustn't think like that!

He must keep calm.

Little Lizzie wouldn't dare call the police.

Hell, she probably wouldn't even confide in her teachers.

Maybe she didn't even betray him...

NO! She DID betray him! He could feel it!

Harvey pulled up to the school in his beat up truck. He carefully climbed out of the driver's seat and grabbed a hunter's rifle from the floorboard. He readied his gun and strode heavily into the kindergarten classroom.

"Everybody freeze!" Harvey screamed, waving his rifle around the room over the tikes' heads.

Honeybelle Suckabee took one look at Harvey and dove for the floor. "Kids lay down on your bellies! It's naptime and we're going to play a little game I like to call 'Close Your Eyes and Pretend That You Don't Hear Anything' okay?" Honeybelle looked at the scared tots and gave a forced, anxious grin.

The kids looked at one another and then at the man who was pointing what they knew to be a gun from "Gun Safety for Kinder Tots", and decided that they would play along with their 'fake' teacher. They all scrambled to the floor and pretended to be asleep. Some even went to the extremes of sticking their thumb in their mouth and fake snoring. One kid choked on his fake snore and coughed and hacked until Harvey kicked him in the side claiming, "I wasn't hurtin' him honest! Just tryin' ta help him stop coughing!"

The kids eventually settled down and some even fell asleep, for as long as Harvey and the sweet Miss Suckabee were staring each other down, the kids would not move an inch.

Honeybelle stood up from her spot on the floor and faced the grey-haired man. Her eyes slid into slits barely making the blackness of her pupils visible.

"You." She was seething with anger. "You are a sick, sick man."

Harvey laughed maniacally and stared at her with a crazy glint in his eyes.

"Oh, my dear Miss Suckabee, how right you are," he said sarcastically. "How right, right, right..."

Honeybelle stared at him with a disbelieving look, her toffee brown eye glinting golden with shock, her crystalline blue eye clouding over with anger.

"You. Disgust me." She stared at the floor, her fists shaking with the pent-up feelings.

"Is that all you can say?" Harvey let out another roar of maniacal laughter.

While Harvey was laughing Honeybelle pulled out a police gun with a silencer and a cell phone of sorts. She aimed the gun at the laughing figure and raised the cell phone to her lips. Harvey turned around to look at her and as he did she shot him in the leg.

"Boss! I have shot a one Harvey Frankland in the leg. In need of support!"

"Agent Honeybelle do you read me? Support is on the way! Stay where you are, but no matter what do not kill him! We need him alive."

"Can do sir. Will wait for backup. What if he attempts to shoot one of the children?"

"Do nothing. Just try to make sure that all hostages make it out alive."

"Yes sir."

Harvey dragged himself along the ground towards the disguised police officer, Agent Honeybelle backed away and aimed the handgun at him once again.

"No matter what you do Agent Liar you will never kill me," Harvey hissed. "I WILL FIND MY TRAITOROUS DAUGHTER!"

His head slumped to the ground in a dead faint, and the bullet-wound on his leg bled even more viciously.

The S.W.A.T. team burst in the door of the kindergarten and the leader of the group ran up to Agent Honeybelle.

"Bella y'okay?"

"Yes Steven. I'm okay. We just need to get this murderer outta here and into a hospital before he dies of the shot delivered to his ankle."

"Why don't we just let 'im die?"

"We can't. Bosses orders."

"Fuck! I really wanted to kill 'im this time too!"

"Don't swear Steven, and it's okay. We'll get 'im as soon as the judges are done with'm."

"Damn! I don't like this! Not one fucking bit Bella! How can you stand around and not worry about if he wakes up what he'll do to us and our families?"

"I do worry, now you have a job to do dearest so get to it. I'll handle the kids."

Steven walked back to the rest of the team that was standing around the unconscious man, trying to lift him onto a stretcher and strap him in to where he wouldn't escape. Agent Honeybelle walked over to the kids and told them that it was okay to get up off the floor now. Some had to recover from the shock of it all and one kid even fainted.

"M-M-Miss Honeybelle?" one kid stuttered, "W-W-Who was that man?"

"Which man?"

"T-The one with the gun."

"That was Hermione's father Derry."

"So she was the t-t-tray-toe-russy daughter?"

"Yes, but don't worry about it Derry. It doesn't concern you."

"O-Okay."

"BOYS!" Steven yelled, "Let's pack 'er up and get outta here!"

Steven and the S.W.A.T. team left the school with Harvey bound tightly to the stretcher, his nearly obliterated ankle wrapped tightly in a makeshift bandage. Agent Honeybelle had each of the kids call home to have their parents pick them up from school. That only left one thing for her to do.

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1st person POV switch

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The car ride sucked. Trust me. It really sucked. And you'll soon find out why.

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"So Miss C, I was wondering. Why did you call the police?" I asked.

"It's against the law for me to not to." She answered.

We drove along in silence for a while, until I realized that we should've passed my house a long, long time ago.

"Umm... Miss C? We should've passed my house a while back."

"We're not going to your house. We're going to my hideaway."

"Your hideaway! You! You work for my daddy! I recognize you now! You're the one that plays the nurse part when my daddy's drug ring travels!"

"Oh boy! You sure are smart for a five year old!"

I didn't know what to do. I was caught, yet again, by my father's infamous drug ring. They were taking me to him I was certain. I listened to the disgusting heavy metal that was playing on the radio, and stared out at the countryside flying by. I was so lost. So hopelessly lost that by the time I was found I thought it was too late.

She took me to her hideaway and there we stayed, no one finding us.

My birthday passed and still no one had rescued me. They probably thought that I was in Texas with my aunt and uncle. I finally gave up hope and being the six year old that I was, hope for me was everything.

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A/N: So? How do you like the first part of my story? I worked really hard on it. It took me weeks to write. I know it makes you sad reading it, but that's what angst is isn't it? I'm apologizing now about the switches from 3rd to 1st person POV and vise-versa, but they are necessary for the time being. If you are wondering, I do know where I'm going to end up at the end of the last part of this story. In fact, I already have the last scene planned out in my head. But anyways, tell me if you like it. I am fueled by reviews. That is why I appreciate your input greatly. But I have to ask... could you possibly refrain from giving me one-liners? They don't really help me... I mean even if you talk about the weather or your Grandma's smelly-ass monkey feet! I don't care! Just more than one-line! PLEEEEAAASSSEEE! But even though I hate one-liners all reviews are accepted.

Please R&R!

Your wonderful authoress,

Mizuki Kurenaida