A/N: Long time no see everyone! It's been a few years. Haha. Man you guys must hate me! And you're probably going to hate me more now. After a week or two of contemplating what I was going to do, I finally decided. I was initially just going to pick up where I left off, but I soon realized how shitty this story was. I had good intentions, but things were scrambled and time lines didn't add up. Keep in mind, I initially wrote this when the last book hadn't come out I think not even the sixth one was out, so it was all up to my imagination. But now that the series is over I can't help but write it with what really happened. Now, I'm going to keep along with my ideas but take some things. So, in the end I decided I'm going to revise and add on to what I originally wrote. I will delete the previous chapters once everyone realizes what story this is and getting reacquainted. It's been awhile and I don't want to disorient anyone, especially if they are coming back to this story. Now, my plan is to publish one chapter a day, until I run out of my old chapters. Then I will continue the story writing at least one chapter a week until I'm hopefully done. Thank you for reading this story! Please enjoy!

A/N 2: BTW, I'm not J.K. Rowling, she's way more organized than me, and I don't own any of the characters up to this point, except him. Nor do I own the song in the beginning, that is Three Days Grace's song Animal I Have Become. Now please enjoy the story!

I can't escape this hell

So many times I've tried

But I'm still caged inside

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I'm terrified to go out at night. Not knowing whether the clouds will cover the moon sufficiently, whether I am going to transform.

This curse is truly a curse. I would not wish this upon my worst enemies, this constant craving for blood. The craving to rip someone into pieces and feeling their warm blood engulf me. I can't even look my parents in the eye anymore for fear of them seeing what I have become. I live in the constant fear that I will one day kill one of my loved ones.

I don't want to live this life anymore but I can't gather the courage to do it. This, this, this ANIMAL I have become! If anyone ever found out about this… disease… I would be shunned for something I didn't want, something I had no power over… No...

Every full moon, every 28 days I will become this blood thirsty beast, one that I cannot control.

That.

That is what terrifies me.

I… I sneak out and go into the sewers to wait this... it out, in a cage that I bought in Knockturn Alley. I know I can't keep this up. This isn't any way to live, how Lupin does it I don't know. Maybe it's because he has a reason to live, he has Tonks and Teddy. Ah, Teddy, that's a character. Just like his mom. But I don't have anything like that in my life. I don' know how I'm going to keep this a secret when I'm in Hogwarts. It's too dangerous, around all those people. Lupin will know. He'll smell me miles away, I've been lucky enough to avoid him since I last saw him at the Final Battle.

I've done a lot in my short life. I've helped Harry throughout our adventures to destroy the Horcruxes. We've done everything together, except destroy Voldemort. That was a task he had to do on his own, something he couldn't do with his golden girl and his sidekick. Yet, somehow through all of that and the near destruction of Hogwarts itself, I managed to keep myself as the top of the class. Haha, and through some cruel twist of fate I have this letter here, informing me that I'm Head Girl. I'm Head Girl for the 7th years. Apparently I'm the best girl for the job at Hogwarts and yet I'm this. This unfathomably cruel beast.

I don't want to die… but I do wish to be free. To live a life without the constant tortures of this damnation!

I hope he is enjoying this. Enjoying my agonizing torture. Enjoying my constant stream of tears. Of course he probably thinks he gave me a blessing, the sadistic bastard. I hate him. I hate him, I hate him with such an agonizing hatred that could only be described as being conjured through the ages from everyone who has ever experienced a negative emotion. I hope he's enjoying this. I hope he's loving that I'm done. That I'm done with this.

This is all over for me, I have nothing left. I'm done and it's over. I'm doing what they all want, what they've been waiting for. I'm giving up. I'm giving up on this life. I've endured enough pain to last me three lifetimes. My parents, my OWN PARENTS won't even know I exist, because of them. I'm going to lose everything that has been keeping me alive. Harry and Ron will get along without me. Everyone else will be sad but I've made no long lasting connections with anyone and it's best for me to be gone now, when the pain of all our lost friends is still fresh.

…

I did it.

It's done...

They don't know who I am. They think I'm the house sitter. They think I'm the one who will make sure my... their house will be safe while they are off on their two month cruise to every exotic location they've ever wanted to go to, but never could. It was my present for them, now that I knew they would be in no danger due to my status as the-boy-who-lived's best friend. Of course, now they think this was all due to luck. They now think they won these tickets and it's some weird way for them to start over, from what? They don't know but it's a refreshing new adventure for them. But I know. It's their way of starting over without me.

They're gone now. I said my goodbye's this morning. They didn't understand why I was saying goodbye so early, since they weren't leaving until mid afternoon for their cruise. I had already enchanted my room so it appeared to be the guest room until I could properly change it and I removed any visible signs of my existence before they had woken up.

They didn't know why I was glassy eyed. They didn't know I was holding back the tears of pain. They just thought I was going to miss them. Dad even chuckled and told me that these two months would fly by! That I had been away from them for seven months one time, that this would be nothing. I laughed with them. The last time we would ever laugh as a family again. I hugged them both one last time, trying to keep my tears from spilling. I wanted to remember this feeling.

I then cast the spell that would make them forget about my existence, and any and every memory that suggested I existed. Every memory of the past 18 years had been erased from their memories. Every past memory replaced with a new one I had created. To them, they had been living a childless, not dangerous life for the past 18 years.

I walked away quickly after I cast the spell, before they could recognize their surroundings again. I ran after I closed the front door. I ran so fast, trying to outrun my past and reality, until I reached my favorite old oak tree in the forest near my neighborhood. I climbed up it and cried for hours. I stayed there until it was time to meet my parents as the "house sitter".

I politely followed them around the house as they acquainted me with their home. They didn't recognize me. Which made me both happy and sad. I didn't want them to go through the loss of their daughter. I didn't want to put them through that and then leave them with all the negative connotations of the world I had come to love and hate. I had to do this.

Now I'm sitting in the middle of my old bed, now guest bed. Everything I own is in a storage unit for Harry and the Weasley family to have once they find out I'm dead.

Death. I should be afraid but I'm not. Even though I don't know what is waiting for me after this, it has to be better than this reality.

"YOU HEAR THAT? I'M DONE! I'M DOING WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED! I'M GIVING UP! I HOPE YOU ARE LOVING EVERY MINUTE OF MY AGONY! YOU INSOLENT MUTT!" Hermione screamed sadly, into her old empty house.

I left one thing in this room, this now guest room, I left a long black box. One I am very familiar with. I bought it shortly after the final battle when my family and I were still in danger of rogue death eaters, but it turned out to serve a different purpose.

It was beautiful really. It had a black handle with a picture of a dying red rose wrapping around it. The blade was still as sharp as it was when I first bought it, all 4 inches. I looked down at myself in the body length mirror. I appeared to be wound free except for the faint scar that read 'mudblood.' Just a faint reminder of the journey I had been through to help save the world.

"Incognitior."

Slowly from head to toe her scars began to appear, there were several on her biceps, her forearms, a hint of them could just be seen from what little midriff was showing, but the majority of her scars were on her legs, primarily her thighs. She ran her hands over the scars littering her arms, slowly, appreciating the feeling of them, both old and new, it was all the same. They were hers. She had made them. Her scars, the ones she could proudly say were hers. She moved on to her legs and ran her hands over all of them, but avoiding a row of scars around her thigh and the scars encasing both her wrists and ankles, even a faint scar running along her neck. These weren't hers. These were reminders of her failure. The scars around her wrists, ankles, and neck were a result of the hell she had been through in the dungeon under some shack just beyond the forbidden forest. These were scars representing the results of her being careless.

But these scars, these scars around my thigh are from him and from my own stupidity. This is where the beginning of the end started.

She grabbed a note that laid on the bottom of the box. This note had all the words she couldn't gather to say to her friends in person. It explained what happened, the situation with her parents, and how much she truly did love them all, even Ron. She placed it on the mirror so they would find it when they went looking for her.

"Goodbye life. Goodbye you damned curse. I'm sorry it had to end like this." She then pierced her skin with the blade and applied the pressure that assured to get her to the path of no return. She let the familiar feeling of pain wash over her as she slowly felt her life begin to slip away...

"Goodbye you damned world." Hermione managed to say barely louder than a whisper as she felt a gust of cold air, before she blacked out.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Now if you could please R&R it would help me out a lot, good or bad I'll appreciate it all! Except spam, I've never really enjoyed that.