I don't belong here. They aren't my parents and I am not their child.

Those were the thoughts going through a young Hermione Granger's head as she hid under her bed in the middle of the night. Her 'father' loved her in ways she knew he shouldn't. He would wait till her 'mother' was asleep then sneak in her room and show her how much he loved her. Not like he really need to he wife often watched the 'father-daughter bonding time' and on few occasions even joined. When they were done they threw her in the blood splattered basement for morning torture sessions before going to work. They would chain her to the wall naked in the cold room as they did whatever they pleased to her. She was feed once a month never went to school. Nobody but her parents knew she existed; she was no one on the outside room. She had a room with a bed but she couldn't sleep in it she had to sleep in a dog house her 'parents' got for her when they had a dog. Her skin has never been touched by the sun, hair never groomed and skin not washed since the tender age of two when she started to walk. You could imagine how she smells after nine, nearly, ten years of never bathing? The dirt and grime on her body and her hair? John and his wife often ignored the smell or plugged their noses during 'bonding time'. The fact that the young girl was still alive is mystery with all the infected wounds she's gotten over the years and living off being fed once a month while being forced to watch her 'parents' eat.

Now if you asking: Why does she not just leave when her 'parents' are gone? The answer is she has no strength to and even if she her house was too big and she did not know her way around it. There's also the fact she was left locked in the basement chained to a wall. She wanted out and she wanted it bad. To her death was a better than living and she welcomed it waiting and praying for it to come swiftly. Mainly at moments like this when her room door opened and she held in a sob as she covered her mouth. She knew her attempts would prove futile as she was always found but she liked to hope that he would one day just leave when he did not see her straight away. But no, never has his feet turned when she wasn't in sight. She stared at them as he neared the bed and stopped standing there for a while. Suddenly John was on the ground and grabbing her by her hair roughly and dragging her from under the bed. He tossed her in to the wall and smiled when he heard bones break in her body.

He took pride in the pain he was able to bring over others main those weaker then he himself. Hermione was his favorite play toy him and his wife have had in their years together. He was sad he would have to rid her as of tonight so he planned to 'play' with her for the last time. Short on time he figured just beating her would be better then maybe a quickie then dumping her body in a dumpster. Oh yes he will enjoy his last night and thanked the old man who gave her to them the last ten years and some odd months. He didn't say anything he just carried on beating the poor defenseless girl. He kicked and stomped not bothering to pick her up or giving her a chance to. It went on until she passed out that he stopped and that was nearly an hour later. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged, literally, her down the stairs opening the front door and looking around then processed to drag her to his car throwing her into the back seat.

He drove to a not so good neighborhood and backed his car into an alley way that was wide enough for him to get in and out of the car with ease. He turned the car off, looked at Hermione in the rearview mirror and froze. Instead of being unconscious like moments before, she was up right staring blankly a head right at him through the mirror. Her eyes were cold and emotionless as she stared him down. John shook slightly but still himself and got out the car then went to the backseat, only to have glass shatter in his face. He yelled in pain and went to hold his face and regret it instantly and glass was pushed father in his face. He failed to notice Hermione's body slump against the seat as it happened or the three approaching figures. Determined to still 'play', he ignored the pain, opening the door, climbed in the backseat, ridding the girl's bottoms and his own. He then proceeded with submerging himself inside of her. He was so busy focusing on a speedy orgasm he never noticed one of the three figures running to the car and opening the door. It wasn't until he was at his peak did he realized he was being watched, but by then it was too late. He was thrown against the wall behind him then knocked unconscious but not before seeing a woman grabbing Hermione and sobbing quietly. He smiled as his world became dark; he caused more pain and this time to a stranger. To him it is nearly as sweet as it is to someone he knows, but not quite. He thought the people would leave him in the alley and he'll walk hours late and drive home, boy was he wrong. He'd be in for a surprise when wakes the next morning…..

…..as well as Hermione.

I hope you liked it. Depending on reviews I get I will continue. Pairings will have to wait until I know I'm going to go on with the story. This will be a AU!Dark!Femslash and you can tell me who you would like Hermione to be paired with as long as it is not Luna or Bella.

Anyway your reviews mean everything just don't be mean. If you have nothing nice to say either keep it to yourself me or PM, which you will only be wasting your time doing.

~AJ