Hermione woke up. It was a cloudy morning, mirroring her thoughts. Yesterday had been awful. Her mother and she had gone out shopping. Mr. Granger had not come. They thought they would see a movie at 4:30 and be back by seven, but all the movies they wanted to see were sold out. So they had come home earlier than expected. There they found Mr. Granger and a young office assistant, Tina.

Her mother's cries rang out. Her father had been enraged. He was beating her mother. Soon, she heard footsteps leaving the house. After her father had gotten done beating her, he had moved onto her mother. Her gentle, sweet mother. Caroline Granger was a peaceful loving soul. The door opened.

"Hermione?"

"Mother," she gasped, thankful her mother could stand.

"Hermione, dear, we have to leave. We can't stay here any longer, not like this. Pack anything and everything you want. And hurry. Time is of essence."

Slowly, carefully, I got up. A long wound on my back pulled and I hissed. That wouldn't ever be erased. I doubt it will even be erased by magic.

Hermione's PoV

I walked over to my dresser and opened the first drawer. I threw in two pairs of black pajama pants, a pair of grey shorts, and two deep purple pajama tops, one three-quarter sleeved, the other a camisole. Then I moved on to underwear. Bras, underwear, socks, all done.

Now onto clothes. Blood red, deep purple, black, electric blue and deep green tops were thrown into my suitcase. Each color had a camisole, tank top, three quarter sleeve, short sleeve, long sleeve, and corset (like a bell sleeved shirt with lacing down the sides. Bell sleeves just to the end of her upper arms) version. Then I turned to bottoms. Same colors-black, blood red, deep purple, black, electric blue, and dark green- of pants, shorts, capris, and skirts.

I had a pair of blood red corset shorts (the ones with corset type lacing on the sides) laced with black, and the verso (opposite). Each color in baggy pants, cargoes, regular pants, capris, and short shorts (not the corset type). I grabbed a long black coat and threw that in to. I pulled out a pair of black jeans and a dull blue tank top and pulled them on very, VERY carefully. The clothes I had been wearing were ripped and torn so much they were unusable. I slipped into my black roxie hoodie (picture on my profile).

I was ready. Oh, wait. I grabbed my wand. What was left of it, anyway. I intended to take my mum into Diagon Alley and rent rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. Sirius had left me a fortune. He had left others money to, but he had left me the entire library plus a quite large sum of money.

"Hermione, come on!" My mum called frantically. "John will be here soon!"

I began to drag my trunk down the stairs. Then everything seemed to slow down. My mother was at a cupboard pulling out a wand. Her expression turned to terror as the door burst open. My father launched himself at her. He held a gleaming knife in his hand. Murder was what he intended, I was sure of it. My mum murmured a soft spell at me. Then she woke from the dream. That was what I called dying. Life is a dream, and we must wake eventually. (A/n: I got that from the Wheel of Time series. I don't own it. But I like it!). With a rush adrenaline, I pulled on something inside me.

Darkness consumed.

Well, there is chapter one. Thank you, Torry-Riddle, for making me finish this chapter. Otherwise, I would have done this weeks later. I'm so lazy, I know. So send me a review or two. I'm already working on Chapter 2.