Chapter 2: Interlude: A Mirror's World

She was crying again tonight. How many times had she found herself in this situation yet she still suffered the cause. A "boyfriend" that didn't want her, parents that saw her as filth, a supposed best friend that only broke her down rather than build her up. Her name was Hermione Potter née Granger, a teenager purchased by the to-be Lord Potter to use for his own amusement only to grow tired of her after she couldn't please him as he wanted.

It had started when she was eleven and had arrived at Hogwarts, oh how she had dreamed of finally coming to the school after finding out she was a witch, if only to escape her parents and assure herself that she wasn't a living sacrilege. The boat ride in front of the castle only cemented her decision in her mind with the sight of the grand castle embedded in her mind, still the sight brought her joy after three years of seeing the same thing.

Memories of her first year could only lead to the inevitable remembrance of when she met her "boyfriend". He had been such a sweet boy back then, if a little on the shy side. When that fateful Halloween night came, she had been walking down one of the many hallways of the school when a Troll had turned around the corner that had it dead in front of her. She thought that it was going to be the death of her but a short boy with the messiest brown hair had jumped on the Troll and let off a spell with his wand up it's nose. The debt that she had owed him for that night had resulted in a soul bond and subsequent marriage, at least in legal terms minus a traditional ceremony.

Despite how things were for her now, she saw her time with Harry back then to be the highlight of her life as she had been introduced to her "in-laws", James and Lily Potter along with Harry's baby sister Rose. They were the small light in her dark life but only since second year, that was when Harry had changed, and not for the better.

It started with him being unusually quite, even for the shy boy, as well as secretive. He was always writing in that leather-bound journal of his and keeping it away from everyone else, she had started to call him Gollum in her mind with comparison to the character to her favorite book growing up. Her little nickname had taken an almost literal sense as near mid-year, Harry had become obsessed and insanely protective of the book. When the Christmas holidays passed and Harry came back from visiting his family, he was like a different man. Where the young boy had been shy and slightly nervous, this person was suave and had a feel of confidence and charisma to spare.

From then on, things deteriorated into what they were now, Harry off with other girls, strictly Pureblood girls, and referring to her as a "useless mud blood" now that he no longer needed her. She had even given him her virginity in a drastic hope to show him that he didn't need other girls since she would gladly do anything he wanted or wanted to try to make him happy but that only ended in him saying he was disappointed in her afterward and leaving her to cry alone in her bed with her now bloodied sheets.

She had cried as she did now and as she knew she would cry again. Hermione could only ask out to someone, anyone that was willing to hear her at this point. "Please, I want my Harry back. I miss him. I wish I could see him again."

Little did she know that her heartfelt wish would be answer, even if it was in a slightly roundabout way...