Hermione sat on her window ledge looking out the window. It was raining pretty hard now and the lights in her room were off. She had dried tears on her face now. She didn't bother to wipe them off since more were soon to come.

"I hate this place!" Hermione wailed. She could still hear her mother and father fighting with each other again. They had been fighting ever since Hermione got out of her sixth year at Hogwarts. She didn't know why, but it had to do something with the fact that Hermione wanted to complete her last year at Hogwarts.

Flashback

Hermione climbed off the train at platform 9 ¾. She waited for Harry and Ron to get off with her since they always ran through the barrier together. Once they were through the other side though, Harry said goodbye to Hermione and Ron and went over to his aunt and uncle. Ron's family were waiting over by the front entrance door. He hugged Hermione quickly and rushed over to his family. They waved to her and waited for Ginny to run through the barrier. Once she was out and had hugged Hermione goodbye she ran over to her family and left with them. Hermione signed and sat on the bench near the door. At least two hours pasted and Hermione still didn't see her parents. She walked around the king cross station for half and hour. When she walked back to the bench where her things were, she saw her parents looking around for her. Hermione's mother didn't look too happy at the moment but her father was excited to see her.

"Hi." Hermione said to her parents. They both hugged her and began to walk back to the car. As soon as Hermione closed the door to the back seat her mother went off.

"Hermione you are not going back to that horrid school!" Hermione didn't know what had happened but her father came to her rescue.

"I thought were weren't going to bring this up until later Jane." He sounded upset with her mother and Hermione didn't know why. She didn't know why her mother didn't want her to go back to school either. And she had to find out why too.

"Mom, why not?" Hermione asked.

"Why not? You almost got killed! There was a attack there and the headmaster is dead! To hell with you going back to that bloody school!"

"Mom, but there is always an attack and I've always manage to protect myself. And we have a new headmistress anyway. So what's the problem?"

"I don't want you to go back to that school any more and that's it!"

"But ma…"

"Hermione Jane Granger! If you say another word about that school I'll make sure that you don't ever go back to the magical word again!"

After that Hermione quieted down. Lost and confused, she let the tears run down her face slowly. This wasn't fair. Her father hadn't said anything about it the entire time either. So the whole drive back to the Grangers home was silent. When they got there, Hermione ran up the stairs and slammed the doors. She ran to her bed and started crying freely. She just laid there and cried. After a while she heard her mother and father yelling at each other. Something was up, and she had an idea that it had something to do with her. She snuck out of her room, making sure she wouldn't be heard, and tip toed down the stairs, avoiding the ones that squeak. she reached the family den doors, since thats where the yells were coming from.

"JANE! YOU CAN'T JUST NOT LET HER FINISH HER LAST YEAR AT SCHOOL! THAT SCHOOL IS GOING TO HELP HER WITH HER FUTURE!" Yelled Hermione's father.

"THE HELL I CAN'T! SHE'S MY DAUGHTER AND I DON'T WANT HER TO GO BACK TO THAT SCHOOL AGAIN! SHE ALMOST GOT KILLED! AT THE SCHOOL NONE THE LESS! SHE WON'T GO BACK IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO ABOUT IT!" Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She let the tears fall again and she bust threw the door.

"That's not fair!" She yelled at her mother. "You can't tell me to not go back to school! I have to take my N.E.W.T's and I have to help Harry! I'm going back to that school whether you want me to or not!" Hermione broke down finally. Her father rushed over and held her until she stopped crying, hushing her the whole time. When she did, her mother continued.

"Hermione, you are not going back to that school and that's it. You can go to school with the rest of your friends who live here. Now go up stairs and get ready for dinner."

Hermione couldn't believe this. Her mother was going crazy. Hermione sent glares toward her the lady she hardly knew anymore and ran upstairs. She wasn't coming down for dinner. She didn't care if she never ate again. She hated her mother at the moment. There was nothing she could do now. Her mother said she couldn't go back to Hogwarts again and she couldn't do anything about it. She rushed over to her desk and pulled out some paper and a pencil and wrote to Harry and Ron.

My mother said I can't come back to Hogwarts. I don't know what to do. Please write back.

Hermione.

She thought about how she would give it to them but then remembered that she didn't have a owl. She yelled in frustration, throwing all her things around her room until she she collasped on her bed in tears. After a while, there was a knock on the door. Hermione didn't want visitors, so she pretended to be sleeping. The door opened and she steadied her breathing.

"Hermione?" Came her fathers voice. She didn't answer. So he came in and sat on her bed. "Hermione, I'm so sorry about this. I don't know what to do now. Your mother found out about the headmaster death and she went crazy after that. Please understand that she means well. She wants to protect you. I'll try to talk her into letting you go back to Hogwarts but I don't know how much good that will do. I love you Hermione." Hermione felt tears fall down her face as her father left the room.

flashback ended

That was about a month ago. She hadn't heard from Ron or Harry either. She let more tears fall down her face as she touched the wounds on her arms. She just recently started cutting herself. There were a lot. Her mother just got worse and her father would just leave after their arguments. He would come back smelling like alcohol when he came into her room to kiss her goodnight. Then he would go back into the room that he had shared with her mother. Then they would start arguing again and that's when Hermione would start to cut herself. She felt like she was getting back at her mother. As she let the blood drop on the floor she felt a little better. Like everything in the world was going to be fine. Then after the pain subsided and the wound formed a scab, everything would come crashing down on her again. She stayed locked in her room most of the time and she didn't eat with the family. That started a whole new wave of arguments.

Hermione's mother thought that she was being disrespectful In what way, Hermione didn't know, but she never came down to eat with them for fear of having them start another argument. She kept to herself and never went to her friends house. They stopped calling her too. Hermione felt lonely. She cried herself to sleep almost every night now. She didn't care if she didn't go back to Hogwarts now. She didn't care if she didn't have friends anymore. She didn't care about anything almost.

The rain started to come done harder and the lights flickered off again. She realized that her mother and father stopped yelling when she saw him go to the car and drive off.

Great. She thought. More arguing for the night.

"HERMIONE!" Yelled her mother. She jumped up and rushed to the hallway above the stairs. This was unusual since her mother just let her stay up stairs.

"YES!" She called back.

"COME DOWN HERE!"

Hermione walked down the stairs into the living room. She remembered her sleeve was still rolled up so she quickly pulled it down so her mother wouldn't see it. "Yes?"

"Grandma and Grandpa are coming over for the weekend. I want you to be down here and active with the rest of the family. I don't want you locked up in your room is what I mean. I want you dressed in nice clothing and being respectable." Hermione just looked at her with the last comment.

Like I don't. Hermione said to herself.

"I'm cooking dinner tonight so be prepared. And don't look so miserable Hermione. It's really not that bad you know. Come here." Her mother grabbed her into a hugged and kissed the top of her head. She really did love her daughter. She just didn't want anything to happen to her. She let go of her and Hermione walked up the stairs to get ready. She knew her father wasn't coming back in time for dinner. That would leave another fight.

'I wonder if she can keep her fat mouth shut tonight.' Hermione said to herself. She began to get herself ready.

Later on

Hermione walked down the stairs in a dress she almost never wore. She put a delusion charm on her arm to make the scars go away. She didn't want awkward questions tonight. The rain came down harder and her grandparents weren't here yet. Neither was her father. She walked into the dining room and spotted her mother.

"Hey, Hermione have you heard from your grandparents yet? They were supposed to have been here two hours ago. I hope nothing happened to them. Can you set the table for me?" She asked Hermione. Hermione walked over to the cabinet that held the dishes. She grabbed some plates for them to eat on. She only grabbed four. She knew her father wasn't going to make it. That was a promise. She sat the last fork down when she heard the door open. Her mother rushed over to her parents and hugged them. Hermione's grandmother spotted her.

"Oh, Hermione! Look at yourself! You look beautiful! Oh, she looks like me when I was young." Exclaimed her grandmother. She hugged her and then walked into the living room. Her grandfather came over and hugged her this time.

"Wow, Hermione, you do look stunning. I bet you have the boys at school all over you." He said looking her over. Hermione hated the last comment.

'No grandpa. I don't have boys all over me at school and I never will.' She said inside her head. After he let her go, he turned to her mother.

"So sorry we're late. I hope we didn't spoil dinner. There was an accident and had us stopped for a while."

"Oh, really? I hope no one is hurt!" Mrs. Granger exclaimed. She walked into the living room to look for her mother. She found her switching on the television to the news. There it was. The accident. It did look bad to Hermione. She hoped it wasn't anyone she knew. But just as she thought that, the name came up.

"It seems as though the victim of the first car is dead. His name, wait, hold on, oh here we go. His name is Michel Granger."

A/N: So? What do you think? I think it's pretty good for the first chapter. Oh, and I don't know what Hermione's parents names are so I just gave them Jane and Michael. If you know their real names then please tell me. And yes, I know that I kind of picked it up from HBP. But I hope you liked it anyway. Leave a review and tell me if you do like it or if you absolutely hate it. I don't really care which one just… oh never mind. R&R plz!!