A/N: Sorry about the long wait for another chapter! I have been so busy lately, it's not even funny.

Chapter Two – The Granger House

The sun shone brightly through a crystal window, streaming light into a pink and green room. A young girl, about the age of 16, awoke from her sleep, only to find a new day creeping into her room. She got up and walked over to her window. She spotted an elderly couple walking down the alleyway, and she yelled a greeting. The couple waved back.

'If only life could be so perfect...' The girl said to herself as she looked up at a picture on her pink wall. There was an older man with his hand resting on the shoulder of a woman. That was her parents last year.

Right after the girl left Hogwarts from her fifth year, her and her parents got into a major car wreck. She walked away with several scratches and bruises, but her parents never walked away unharmed. She could remember the day like it was yesterday.

Flashback

There was some odd song blaring from the car's sound system coming into the ears of 3 people. There was a middle aged couple and a girl who was in her teens. She was fifteen to be exact. There was a happy presence in the vehicle this very afternoon. A presence that would soon leave.

The song that was creeping out of the speakers ended and a traffic report continued.

"There has been a delay on highway 493, and if you aren't very patient, we would suggest taking a detour. Drive with caution, and have a happy long weekend." The traffic man said through the radio.

"I guess we'll have to stop for directions for this, um, what was it called?" asked the middle-aged man from the driver's seat.

"A detour, commonly known as a shortcut, is a way to pass something going in a different direction. Detours are usually found on roadways, like the one we are driving on here." The girl in the backseat voiced.

"I know what it is; I just couldn't remember the word. The traffic man is new, and he is from America anyways. The technology down there is just outstanding. You know those things with the controllers, and hook up to the TV for entertainment? Marshall, the next door neighbor, bought one a week ago on his work trip to Canada. Those things are phat." The middle-aged man rallied on.

"What is phat?" the woman in the passenger seat asked as she looked up from her nail file.

"Dad, those are Nintendo's, and Phat is a word used by teenagers in the early 2000's, most commonly used in America. Today, teen's call it overrated, meaning dull, lame, stupid," the young girl's speech carried on, until they came upon a nearby gas station.

The man parked the car and the family exited the vehicle, and walked up to the station. The girl looked around and spotted the gas price. She converted the price into wizarding money in her head. It was her favorite pastime when she had nothing better to do.

She was in the middle of dividing some numbers when she spotted a man walking into the gas station with a wand.

'What a fool. His wand could be seen by muggles here and he could be put in Azkaban, I can't believe his is going in there' the girl thought to herself.

She continued watching the man entering the station when she saw a flash of green lights shining through the windows. The windows broke due to the pressure from the spell, and glass shards flew all over her and her parents.

The parents hit the ground and didn't get up. Continuous flashes of green lights came and the girl could not hear the words of the spell as clear as before due to the noise of the screaming people in the station.

She went down to her parents and checked both of their pulses. There was no pulse what-so-ever lurking beneath the skin of her mother and father.

The girl got up and ran towards the car when she saw the murderer run out of the station in her direction. There were tears streaming down her face. She got to the car and locked it. The keys were on the floor by some water bottles on the driver's side. She stuck them in the ignition and revved up the vehicle. She could see the green light through her rear view mirror as she stared to back the car up.

The drivers Ed section in muggles studies taught her to drive a car in a very talented manner.

She backed out of the parking lot and started down the hallway. A few moments later she noticed another car coming down in her direction with the same person that was murdering everyone in the station.

"Fuck! I'm in a car chase!" she yelled as she swerved into a different lane on the highway. She looked at the speedometer. She was going 140m/h and she was heading towards a lake. She didn't notice this due to her eyes being in the review mirror half the time. She finally looked out of the window shield and saw the mini road fence coming ahead that was in front of a vast lake that had to be at least 14 feet deep.

"Fuck!" She yelled as she tried to swerve the car around. She tried to hit the brakes but one of the water bottles rolled down beneath the pedal prohibiting her to put the pedal down. The car flew over the fence and hit the water. She felt like she was in some kind of movie. As the car went under she sat there ready to die.

'My parents are dead. Why should I be alive? I just stood there when I watched that man go into the station. Why did this happen to me?' She asked herself as she looked out the window. The car was filled with water now, but somehow the radio came on playing some song she had never heard before. It was hold on by Good Charlotte.

She snapped back to reality and rolled down the window. She could still make it out of there in time to live. She swam out of the car and tried to swim up to the surface.

She was starting to black out when a picture came to mind. It was a boy's face. He had shaggy blonde hair with the most gorgeous eyes she had ever seen in her life. This was the boy she loved. He was the only one she ever thought of now and days. She was totally over Ron now that she fell in love with Draco.

As her arm swung in front of her face she saw the words 'Hermione' engraved into her skin. There were lines cut through the name that she owned. She cut a line through her name every day when she was at Hogwarts. She was the person who was most out down last year at Hogwarts, and she had no other choice in her emotions that to hurt herself. She had encountered the thought of Suicide a lot throughout her life, but she has never had the guts to take her life that far. Cutting was enough. But just then in the car when she had no way to get out at the time, she was willing to take the chance of ending her life right then.

Hermione got out of the water dripping wet and started coughing up the water that she had swallowed when she was under the cold depths of hell. She lay down in the hot sand and looked up at the sky. It was a miracle that she was even alive right now. The only thing was her parents weren't. The thought brought a salty fluid to her eyes which crept down her rosy cheeks and down into her soaking wet hair which was spread around on the sand.

Hermione finally got up after an hour thinking of the stuff that has happened in her life lately. She looked around and found a makeshift ladder going up a mini cliff onto the highway. She climbed up the device and stepped onto the lush green grass that lined the highway. She had no idea where she was and she though that it would be a good idea to try hitchhiking. If people could see the state she was in- with all the glass still in her skin, cuts, bruises, and the fact that she was soaking wet- someone would pick her up and at least take her to a near by town, better yet a hospital. She held her hand up with her thumb up like she saw in various movies where people were trying to get rides on the highway.

Soon enough, a cop car was speeding down the highway, pulling up to the side of the road. A cop exited the vehicle with a pad of paper in hand. He approached Hermione and said, "You know miss, this is illegal. And I might have to send you to jail for this."

"Can't you see moron- I mean sir, I have glass in my arms and legs, my car flew off a road into the water, my parents are dead, I am almost dead, and I thought I could get a ride to a hospital! But no! You wasn't to send me in jail because I thought I could get to a hospital in time before me skin closes up over the glass that is embedded in my body! Fuck! You stupid muggles don't think!" Hermione yelled before she broke down crying.

"You know what? Get into the back of my car and I will take you to a hospital. I am really sorry." The cop said calmly with his face as red as one of the Weasly's hair.

Hermione stepped into the warm police car and closed the door. She felt like a criminal being in the back. All she need now was handcuffs and she could pass for a murderer in the state she was in.

Hermione took her gaze of the picture and wiped away the tears that came to her eyes. She sat down at the vanity and took her hair out of her bushy ponytail. She debated whether she was going to take a shower this morning die to her wanting to go back to bed and sleep in. As she reached for a hairbrush, she knocked over a can of hairspray which landed on her floor.

"Is that you Hun!" yelled a voice from below the floor Hermione's room was situated on.

"Yes grandma!" Hermione yelled back as she picked up the can of shooken up hairspray.

"Ok!" Hermione's grandma yelled back.

Hermione stood up and entered her en-suite bathroom. It was also pink and it looked beautiful with the sun shining in against the lime green shower curtain. She stepped into the shower and started it. The water ran for a moment before she went under the stream. Steam came up from the tops of the curtains. She noticed the scar on her arm from the addictive cutting before. She quickly washed her hair and body and finished the last of the hot water by just standing under and thinking. She had an obsession of doing this.

Hermione stepped out of the shower reaching for a pink towel. She wrapped up and replaced the towel with a bathrobe soon after. She wrapped her hair up in a towel and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She reached up into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a pair of nail scissors. She held the scissors to her arm which was already engraved with her name along with scars across it. She dug the instrument into her arm and drug along her name. A small tear crept down from her eye as she neared the end. She slipped the scissors out of her skin and set them down on the counter. She reached behind the sink and grabbed a face cloth. She held it to her arm for a few moments. She threw it into the garbage can due to the heavy blood stains and not wanting her grandmother to find out what she has been doing when she washes the laundry.

Hermione cleaned the scissors and set them back in the cabinet. She took one final look at herself in the mirror and walked away.