Disclaimer: Well I wish they were, but they are not. All recognizable Harry Potter characters don't belong to me. They just decided to join me in my imagination….

CHAPTER I

'Its okay. Just a little bit longer. That's it, just wait a little bit longer and it will all be over.' These are the only thoughts that comfort her.

Hermione lay in a basement. One foot on a chain connected to the wall. Her body broken, covered in her own blood, dirt, and bodily functions. Unmoving and just barely breathing. Just barely alive. Tear streaks line her face, though it has been weeks since, she last cried. After all crying did no good. In fact it made things worse, much worse.

If she tried hard enough she could hear them just above her. Their laughter and happy voices. Listening even more she could just make out the sound of silverware scraping against plates. Dinner. They were eating dinner. Taking a deep breath she smells the air. It hurts, but its well worth it. Focusing all of her strength she can just barely smell the food they're eating. Taking another deep breath she tastes the air. The smell will be her own dinner. Just the smell and nothing more.

'Its okay. In four days time I'll be out. That's all. Just four more days.'

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3 Days Later

The door opens and a man walks in . He's dressed in an expensive suit. Slowly he takes a step down the stairs, never once taking his eyes off of Hermione.

Hearing the steps of the man , Hermione begins to move. Turning her head she opens her eyes to look at him just as he takes the last step. With no sign of recognition on her face she only stares at him, hoping its this means its over.

The man walks towards her. Stopping about a foot away from her he looks at her. Disgust clearly showing on his face. For a moment he looks as though he is going to say something, but then changes his mind. Suddenly he grabs Hermione by the leg lifting her foot into the air. Taking out a key he unlocks the chain around her ankle. Immediately dropping it once its free. Expectantly he looks down at her face.

"Get up girl."

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"I SAID GET UP YOU FUCKING FREAK!!" Spitting in her face he yells at her.

When he receives no reply or any sign of movement other than the blinking of her eyes while still staring up at him he drags her up by the hair. Not letting go he begins to drag her up the stairs of the basement and up another flight of stairs to the second floor of the house. Depositing her in a room he takes out a small bag and throws it on the floor. While Hermione rubs her eyes trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room as there was barely any lights in the basement.

"There's food in the bag. Tomorrow you are supposed to leave to go join those other freaks. We are leaving tonight and don't plan on being home until tomorrow afternoon. You had better be gone by the time we get back. If your still here you will pay. And don't you dare leave any of your disgusting filth behind. Do you understand?

After a couple tries Hermione is able to mutter a hoarse "Yes, sir."

The man leaves the room. Moments later a "lets go" is heard and so is the shutting of the front door soon after.

Hermione, knowing she is alone, half crawls and half drags herself to the closet door. After much struggling the door is open and so is the trunk covered in dust. Taking out some vials, she drinks them. A Pepper Up and a Strength Replenishing Potion.

Leaning against the trunk Hermione stares at what is in her hands for the first time in months. Her wand.

Thanking the gods she was 17 and could freely do magic. She conjures a mirror and vanishes her clothes. Looking at herself in the mirror, sadness reflected in her eyes, she begins to heal her wounds.

After all she had to be ready for tomorrow. It wouldn't do for her friends to find out that the man who so harshly took her out of the basement was her father and that he was the one to cause her so much pain. No, that wouldn't do at all. Best keep it all a secret.