Chapter One: Leaving Home

"How could it have gone so far?"

Hermione Granger held her breath and closed her eyes as the blood flowed smoothly down her wrists. "Will this be the end?"

Ever since the beginning of her summer, things had been going downhill. Not only did she suffer from an abusive relationship with, who used to be, best friend and hero, Harry Potter, but she had to endure the pain of her parents' crumbling marriage, and did not know how to handle any of it.

Each night Hermione would pull out her razor blade, thinking that only that could save her, though most nights, she thought her life would end in that moment. She looked beside her at her favourite picture of what was believed to be "The Golden Trio". How she wished she could go back to the good old days to when life seemed so easy, and all she had to worry about during her spare time was completing a homework assignment, or helping either Harry or Ron with Potions homework.

Now, gonna be going into her seventh and final year at Hogwarts in just a few hours, this 17 year old witch was unsure if she was going to make it through the night…

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Is the screaming that Hermione awoke to.

"I'LL BE DAMNED IF I LET A SELFISH WHORE LIKE YOU KICK ME OUT OF MY OWN HOME" Hermione's father hollered back at her mother.

"YOUR HOME! THIS IS MINE, MINE, AND MINE ONLY! YOU CAN TAKE YOUR FILTHY DAUGHTER AND LEAVE! SHE WOULDN'T EVEN BE AROUND TO MAKE MY LIFE MISERABLE IF YOU HADN'T RAPED ME"

"STOP IT" Hermione cried at the top of her lungs, tears pouring down her pale face. Her eyes were puffy, and her face was tear streaked, and she was completely vulnerable to the situation that she was currently living in.

The arguing downstairs did not stop however. It continued on and on and Hermione knew she could not take it anymore. She gathered together the last of her belongings and packed them away in her trunk, pinned on her shiny new Head Girl badge, and quickly dialed the number of the nearest taxi service, pleading to be picked up as soon as possible.

Hermione knew she could not venture downstairs. The last time that she had bothered to do so during one of her parents' fights, she ended up being beaten severely, and thrown onto the streets, for interfering. How she had learned from that.

Since that day, she had begun to crawl out her window when she needed to escape from her prison, and have some time to be alone.

Carefully as could be done, Hermione dropped her luggage out her bedroom window, scooped up Crookshanks who was meowing aggressively, and climbed down the tree, which conveniently grew outside of her room.

Double checking that she had her wand, books, and of course razor, Hermione placed her luggage and cat cage onto her trolley, placing one stubborn cat inside his part time home, and began to jog down to the park 2 blocks away, where she had told the cab driver to pick her up.

This was done, so in case either of Hermione's parents tried to stop her from leaving the house (in fear of her running to the cops about their abusive and drunken behavior), by the time they reached the park and found where she was, she would be half way to the train station, and preparing to go through the barrier Platform 9 ¾.

A few minutes later, Hermione had arrived at the park, and seeing as no muggles were in sight, cast a quick spell, which would prepare her to board the train. No longer was her hair a mess, but thrown up in a delicate bun, allowing a few of her natural curls to escape and arrange themselves on her face. Also, it appeared that her teeth had been brushed (though seeing as she would be arriving at the platform much too early she would have time to brush them in a public washroom), her clothes were changed to a striped long sleeved shirt with a hood, which was nice to cover her scars, and a pair of navy blue jeans which were slim fitting, but not too tight as to make it appear she was trying to attract someone.

Just after the spell had been cast, the taxi pulled up, and not too soon, because as she had been throwing her belongings into the trunk, and placing Crookshanks' cage into the cab on the back seat beside her, could she see her mother and father's car rounding the corner, the two of them still appearing to be in a heated quarrel, most likely, now about their missing daughter.

Hermione just ducked down into her seat, and prayed for this all to end, and quickly.

That was the end of the first chapter… umm I've never written a fanfic before or posted one so please read and review it would be well appreciated I would also just like to say a late Happy Christmas to everyone who reads this, and hope you all enjoyed it. :D

Love always,
Carly Jayne.