*Hermione's POV*

Hermione walked into a large and dark room that seemed almost gothic.

Well, this isn't what I expected she thought to herself

"Well, what DID you expect?"Someone in the room replied

"Who's there?" Hermione asked defiantly and then a figure stepped out from the shadows. Her hair was slightly darker than Hermione's and she had a side fringe that covered eyes the exact shade of chocolate brown that Hermione's were. The girl was the same height and the same size. She was wearing a Paramore t-shirt, a black hooded jacket, jeans and trainers. Her face was hauntingly beautiful, with the subtlest hints of make up to enhance her gothic features.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked, already knowing the answer

"Don't you remember me? You pushed me down inside you for years, but now I'm back. Did you miss me?" Her gothic self asked her

"No, I will never be you!" Hermione screamed "I won't! I resisted all those years, I can resist now!"

"Oh, but you will. You are miserable, confused, feeling so alone" the mirror image hissed and stroked Hermione's cheek, leaving a red mark where she touched the flesh

"No, you're not real" Hermione whispered and closed her eyes to the image

"Take it Hermione, dear. You want to take it. Get rid of your pain. Harry and Ron are in the wrong, putting un-needed pressures on you. And all this pain with beautiful Ginny…" The other Hermione held out a Knife, her eyes flashing red. "You must let it all out" She whispered into her ear and held out the knife again.

Hermione gulped and made a decision. Hermione Granger was planning on doing on something else very stupid. With a shaking hand she reached out and took the knife by the handle.

"I can't do this" She whispered, looking at her reflection in the stainless steel.

A gothic hand touched her own, melting into the skin until they were the same hand. The other Hermione melted into her and she felt the Goth girl inside her.

"Yes, you can" She said out loud, but it wasn't her voice and then she was bringing the knife closer and closer to her wrist. The point of the blade was hovering over her vein.

"No, don't make me do this" She whimpered

"Just relax and let me take over. You will no longer be so weak Hermione Granger. I will help you be strong. This is just the first step" Her mouth said in that alien voice and Hermione had no choice but to obey. She let her grip on herself relax and suddenly all her feelings came rushing forward. Hurt, Pain, Confusion, Anger at Ron, Harry, Ginny, EVERYONE. She pressed the knife into her skin and slashed down her arm. The blood flowed red and she cried out in pain.

"Argh!" tears mixed with blood as she stopped the flow with a simple healing spell.

"You said this would make me stronger" She whispered

"Give in to me, Hermione Granger. I will make you the person you have always dreamed of being. Popular. Respected. Honoured. Just, give in." The voice encouraged, and then Hermione was lost inside herself.

Hermione stood up and looked round. She slid the knife into her back pocket and cleaned her robes with a spell before walking out of the room. She walked to Gryffindor common room and said the password

"Lizard Tongues" She walked in and made her way across the room to the dorms

"Hermione?" Ron looked at her

"Yeah? What is it?" She asked maliciously as if her tongue were a sword and she enjoyed attacking him with it

"Uh" he recoiled at the venom in her voice "I was just wondering why you were dressed so gothicly?" He whimpered as she glared at him

"You haven't talked to me in weeks; you don't deserve to wonder that" She said before casting petrificus totalus and silencio on him and running up to her dorm.

"I think I need a bit of a make over" She grinned at herself in the mirror. Making up a few brilliant spells, she quickly transformed all of her weekend spells into Gothic and emo clothes, all either black, red or purple in colour. Some more transfiguration later and her already dark hair now had streaks of red and purple and was straighter than ever before.

"What are you doing to me?" the real Hermione whispered from a corner within herself but the new Hermione ignored her, trying to squish her down entirely

"Perfect" She muttered with a smile, stroking her new scar with a thumb before flopping back on her newly transfigured bed and falling asleep.