Shattered

Hermione's life was a pretty darn good one. She had parents that cared for
her, that is to say they did until they died. One terrible night they were
attacked by Death Eaters. Hermione was always a target, not just by being
friends with Harry Potter, but by being so smart, too smart for her own good,
and apparently they found her a worthy enemy. This didn't make much sense to
her, but did not change anything.

Now she lives with her uncle. The bastard used to be kind and funny, but
now after her parent's death he had begun drinking. As a result Hermione was
severely beaten over the whole summer, she hated going home, but she had to; he
was her only family. No one knew of course about the many bruises she hid when
she came back to Hogwarts; there was no need to make her two best friends, Ron
and Harry, worried.

Unfortunately, Hermione had a really bad habit which she developed after
having to live with her uncle; when her nightmare started. She cut her arms, of
course no one knew; there was no need to tell them. Now it was the only way she
could find to take her head away from the many things he did to her. She did;
however, thank Merlin for knowing he'd never do such a thing as rape her. She
shivered every time she wondered if he'd ever lay a hand on her in that manner.
Even though she was probably the one of the most attractive girls in school, he
never saw her as pretty; that's for sure. Or at least that's what she
thought…that's what she prayed was the truth.

Hermione had grown out of her know-it-all self. She was still smart,
brilliantly smart, but she wasn't the same nerdy Hermione. Her body had changed
as well; she had a beautiful cascade of brown curls, which fell to the middle of
her back. Her curves were carved by angels, that's what her last boyfriend had
said, but she had dumped him. He was too…needy for her liking. Even though the
guys thought of her as "innocent," truth be told, she was far from it.

Gratefully, Ron had forgotten all about his childish crush on her; it was
pathetic really. He'd come to blush anytime she was in the same room, she never
felt the same way for him. Not for Harry either, Hermione never considered them
as….guys, or boyfriend material, but other girls did. She had to admit, they
were pretty sexy. Harry had the most beautiful emerald eyes, a true Quidditch
player body, and a smile that would make any girl giggle and blush. Ron had
grown as well, he was so tall, and his fiery red hair had turned more of a
darker red; which made him glow with a hot look.

Hermione woke up the morning of her first day of school feeling sick; just
like she always did. Her whole body hurt. Fortunately he never did anything to
her face, no, but her arms, legs, stomach, and ass hurt terribly. She had tears
in her eyes.

Everything was already packed. Taking a deep breath she stood up; walking
slowly but surely out of her room. She hoped to all the gods that he'd still be
sleeping, but she was wrong. In the middle of the living room stood Ben, he
didn't look very happy. As a matter of fact he groaned as he saw her leaving,
walking up to her he whispered in her ear. She shivered; he smelled like
whiskey.

"Take care; I'll see you in about a month. I'll send you a letter so you
know where to meet me." He whispered half mindedly. That's when she remembered
relatives were now allowed to visit students on occasion.

"Umm, wh-when are you thin-thinking of vi-visiting me?" she hoped he'd say in
the Christmas holidays.

"In about a month." She gasped in horror; his visits meant one thing: pain.

"Next time I see you I guarantee you…we'll have so much fun." He slid his hands
down and caressed her arse. She had tears in her eyes; he wouldn't touch her,
would he? But that was a lie. He was a big man, not overly big, but when
compared to her. She gasped in horror as she imagined what she'd have to do
now. Backing away she bid him goodbye.

Earlier than she thought Hermione found herself on the train headed to Hogwarts.
Train