Summer Before Fifth Year

When Hermione Granger's mother died, it seemed as though her whole world came crashing down around her. Without her mum around, her dad quickly became unbearable. When Hermione was a little girl, her dad sometimes made her feel very uncomfortable; his hands would linger on her back for just a little too long, he would "forget" she was in the shower and just walk in, and sometimes, when her mom wasn't home he would make her sleep in his bed. Whenever Hermione's mom learned of her father's actions, they would stop for awhile. But now that her mom was gone, her dad was free to do whatever he wanted to her. Unfortunately for Hermione, her mother had died during the first month of the summer holidays, and she had no where else to go. Only a few days after her mother died, Hermione's dad forced himself on her and stole her virginity. When he was finished, he told her to keep her mouth shut or he would kill her. After he left, she tried to get a message out to the Order, but unfortunately, her father caught her. He flew into a rage and threw all of her parchment into the fireplace and he told her any owl or other animal that came to their house would meet the same fate, then he slapped her so hard across the face that she was thrown to the other side of the room. The Gryffindor golden girl tried to fight back, but without her magic he was too strong for her. She accepted her fate and was subjected to being her father's plaything many more times over the summer. There were many times where she contemplated killing herself, and the only thing that stopped her was knowing that come September 1st she would be able to leave this god forsaken house.

September 1, 1994

Hermione's father agreed to drive her to the train station mainly to ensure his daughter wouldn't tell anyone about what had happened over the summer. He forced her to cover the bruises on her arms and face, and then told her if she told anyone what had happened he would kill her and her friends. Mr. Granger was not a small man, and he had multiple friends who looked as though they had killed before and Hermione was sufficiently afraid. Throughout the summer her father had conditioned her to obey his every word. In order to eat, to drink, or to sleep she had to perform for either him or one if his sleazy friends. He also told her that he would be watching for her at Hogwarts and if she didn't continue her work for money there would be consequences. Suffice to say that Hermione was terrified of her father and what he would do to her, so she agreed. When he finally left King's Cross Station, Hermione ran onto the train and buried herself in a book. Ron and Harry came to find her, but she brushed them off, and sat in silence while they joked with each other. She didn't want them to see her until she got to Hogwarts and put a glamour charm on herself, so just moments into their encounter, she left saying she was going to find Ginny. Instead she hid in a bathroom for the entire train ride. When the Hogwarts Express finally pulled up to Hogsmeade Station, Hermione bolted off the train and ran straight to the castle, not even bothering with the carriages. She was met at the door by Flitwick who quickly let her through when she said she was having "female troubles". If Hermione hadn't been trying to get to her dormitory as fast as possible, she would've noticed, and maybe even laughed at the bright shade of red her diminuitive Charms professor had turned. Only 30 minutes after the train had pulled into the station and Hermione was already in her dormitory and under the covers. Her father said she couldn't eat, so she wouldn't. The Golden Trio's brainiac figured if she didn't eat for a long enough period of time, she would die. For Hermione death seemed to be a welcoming escape. On September 1, 1994, Hermione Granger slept through the night for the first time in almost two months. Her dreams were filled with happy thoughts of joining her mother in death. She had a very peaceful slumber,

September 1, 1994

While Hermione Granger slept peacefully in her dormitory, her Head of House wondered where she was. Minerva hadn't seen her all night, and neither had her two best friends. It was very perplexing to Minerva, and she asked her fellow teachers, "Has anyone seen Ms. Granger?" Filius Flitwick blushed bright red and squeaked, "Oh, yes Minerva. She came early to the castle. Apparently had some sort of female trouble." Minerva accepted that answer, and was inwardly grinning at Flitwick's response. He had been a head of house for over forty years, and he still sent first and second years to her, Pomona, and Poppy with questions about their feminine issues. With dinner wrapping up, and Albus introducing the newest staff member, some ministry hag filling in for the real professor, Minerva made a mental note to speak with Ms. Granger in the morning when she handed out the timetables and went on her way to her chambers. Minerva slept quite peacefully, without a single worry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ September 2, 1994

Hermione made a point to be up extra early in order to reapply her glamour charms and shower without anyone seeing her. She also wanted to get down to breakfast before Harry and Ron so she wouldn't have to talk with them about trivial things like, Snape's obvious lack of shampoo, and how mean he was to them. When Hermione entered the Great Hall, it seemed as though she had succeeded in her plan to be alone. She looked around and was pleased to see not another soul in the whole room. However, her happiness was short lived. Minerva McGonagall walked in a mere two minutes behind her and looked very surprised to see her prized pupil there at such an early time. Minerva walked over to her and said, "Hello Ms. Granger. I don't think I've ever seen a student in the Great Hall at such an early hour! Are you hungry from missing the feast last night? I noticed you weren't there." "Oh shit," thought Hermione. "Yes Professor, unfortunately I was having some issues yesterday, and I really needed to get to bed. Not to worry though, my mum made me some sandwiches for the train so I wasn't completely starved last night." Hermione replied jokingly. Her father said not to let anyone know that her mother had died, because he didn't want any problems with the school, and he didn't want it to get around that his teenaged daughter was living alone with her middle-aged father. Hermione was touched that her professor had noticed that she wasn't at the feast last night, and was caught totally off guard when her favorite teacher put a hand on her shoulder. Hermione jumped away and cowered at the end of the table for a good ten seconds before remembering where she was and snapping out of it. Minerva was shocked. What on Earth had made the girl react that strongly to someone touching her shoulder? As she ran after Hermione, she noticed there was blood on the floor under where the girl was sitting. A lot of blood. She ran as fast as she could towards her student, who she found collapsed on the floor right outside of the Great Hall. Minerva sent a Patronus to both Poppy and Albus, apprising them of the situation, before grabbing the girl in her arms and running through the halls towards the Hospital Wing. As she ran she noticed how light the girl was, (she couldn't be more than 95 or 100 pounds!). When she finally got to the Hospital Wing, Poppy was astonished at the amount of blood on both of their robes. The medi-witch began to bark orders at her colleague, and as she ran a diagnostic scan on her patient she found out what was causing the extreme amounts of bleeding. As Minerva came running in from the healer's office with all of the potions she had requested, she noticed her friend and colleague had tears in her eyes as she was waving her wand trying to heal the girl. "What's wrong with her? Is she going to be okay?" Minerva was close to tears herself. Hermione reminded her so much of herself back when she was that age. It was heartbreaking to see her the way she was. "Minerva, she has had extreme glamour charms on since she got back. The poor thing is covered in bruises and cuts. Her back looks like someone took a cheese grater to it. She is also extremely under weight and malnourished, but that's not the worst of it. Min, she has a very bad tear on her vaginal walls. It looks like she was raped. Repeatedly." As Poppy tried to break the news to her friend as gently as possible, Minerva began crying softly. She moved away from Poppy and towards her little lion's head. She cried a single tear and then sat and held her cub's hand while promising that whoever did this to her would pay….TBC

A/N: I stopped writing for a while for basically no reason, and this is my first attempt in a while!I had this in my head as a completely different story (Which I've also started on!), but when I went to start writing it, this came out instead. I have already started writing chapter 2, and I hope ya'll love it! Please Review!