There was something very different about Hermione Granger this year, even Draco Malfoy realized this. He watched her as she walked onto the train, she was dressed in all black. The only part of her skin showing was her hands, neck and face. She flipped her long straight black hair over her shoulder and Draco caught sight of a long scar on her neck. Yes, something had definitely changed about Hermione Granger.

Hermione walked into an empty compartment and sat on the bench, she looked over the crowd of people and saw her former best friends, Harry Potter, Ginny and Ron Weasley. She thought about the summer before and a lone tear slipped down her cheek.

"Hermione! What are you doing?" Ginny Weasley stormed into the room. Hermione quickly slipped the black sleeve of her sweater back over her arm and hid the knife behind her back.

Ginny grabbed her arm and slid back her sleeve and revealed many cuts along her arm.

"Why?" was all Ginny said as Ron and Harry walked into the room. Their eyes widened at the sight .

"Its none of your concern Ginny, just leave me alone," she said forcefully and jerked her arm out of Ginny's hands.

"Hermione, It is my concern, your one of my best friends, and you need help," Hermione stood up and the knife slid onto the floor.

"I don't need help, I especially don't need your help!" Hermione screamed at her.

"Well then I don't need your friendship," Ginny looked at Harry and Ron, " Neither do we," Harry replied.

" fine! I don't need you either, goodbye and good riddance," She picked up her knife and stormed out of the burrow.

She shook the memory from her head and tried to focus on her surroundings. Her eyes laid upon a certain tall blonde slytherin. She hated everything about him. His arrogant walk, his smirk and the way he thought he was Merlins gift to women. She hated him more than she had ever hated anyone in her life, except her father. She hated him so much more than Malfoy.

Before she knew it the train had begun to move. She couldn't wait for this year, she couldn't wait for the chance to get out of the hell hole she called home. She brought out her knife and began cutting her arm.

The train pulled to an abrupt halt. Hermione slipped the bloody knife into her bag and pulled down the sleeve of her shirt. She hurried out of her compartment and into the hallway. She ran to one of the carriages and slammed the door shut. Her fingers ran across the ugly scar on her neck. Her mind flashed to that day.

She tried to get away from him but his grip was to strong. He brought the knife to her throat and almost immediately she stopped wiggling.

"Now sweetheart, if you do what daddy says you wont get hurt, just stop squirming and be a good little girl," Hermione wanted to cry, scream, and kill him all at the same time but she remained silent and didn't move. His hand slid up her skirt and rubbed her inner-thigh. She tried to get his hands off her but he was just way to strong. He fumbled with the belt of his pants and then removed them with his hand that held the knife while the other held her down. He forced himself into her and began painfully thrusting in and out. Tears rolled down her cheeks as small sobs escaped her lips.

"Shhhh... Its alright, see its not that bad," She spat in his face and he brought the knife back to her neck. "I thought I told you to be good, I guess I'll have to fix your ignorance," He began thrusting harder and harder and she winced painfully. He dragged the knife across her neck just deep enough to scare her but not kill her. He pulled himself out of her and put his pants back on. She grabbed at her throat and began to tremble. He laughed evilly and left the room without another word.

Hermione was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the carriage door open.

"Excuse me? Can I sit here," Hermione looked over to the entrance and saw a pair of grey eyes staring back at her.