Hermione is alone, she has been abused by her parents because of being a witch. She ran away and has worked and lived on her own since she was 12, no one new. What happens when some one does?

This is slow going but I am beginning to work on it again. I am currently proof reading all my stories and fixing them and changing some things. The bar is not in Hogsmead but some other area make up your own Imagry about the area.

Hermione worked as a waitress at a wizards bar near Hogwarts during the summer breaks. The only women in the bar were the waitress. She was happy with that, it made her more comfortable. As a bonus of it being near Hogwarts she was very unlikely to see anyone she knew.

It was a Quidditch game night and the guys were rowdy to say the least. It always fell onto Hermoines' shoulders to settle everyone down after a game. The other girls were to afraid to get on the stage. There were some regulars that always came on game nights just so they could enjoy the after game, since Hermione only did it to calm the guys, no other time would she do it if she didn't need to.

She walked up on stage and sat down on the dark wooden stool, the regulars just smiled. Hermione placed her guitar on her lap and put the strap on. She always played a happy tune so that everyone left still smiling and joyful, but she wasn't very happy today. She planned to do something new tonight anyway.

I walked to school with the lunch I packed
Nobody knows what I'm holdin' back
Wearin' the same cloths I wore yesterday
I hide the bruises with linen and lace oh

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask

She sings and plays never has she sung in front of any one, but as she sang, Hermione got more power in her words. 'This feels so good' she thought.

Bearing the burden of a secret storm

Sometimes I wish I was never born

Through the wind and the rain
I stand hard as a stone
In a world that I can't rise above
But my dreams give me wings
And I fly to a place where I'm loved

She sang softly concrete angle

Her voice strengthens with anger. Hermione would never tell anyone the reason for the pain in her voice. No one she know would hear this song from her lips, or any song for that matter. Singing was her secret joy, for her alone. Little did she know out in the crown one Remus Lupin stepped into the bar. He didn't recognize her, she was young and beautiful, wearing a deep blue long sleved shirt beneath a gray apron and jeans, unusual in the wizard districts, but not unseen. She was so full of sadness .

'How could some one so pretty and soft looking be in so much pain.'

he though as he listened to her next verse.

I cry in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Her voice was amazing her voice didn't waver despite the tears that were dropping on her guitar, she played on. The crowd was silent listening felt so good to be able to let it all out, she was crying, but she didn't care. All her sadness was in this one song. She planed on singing something else ,but once she started to play she sang and this is what came out .

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Hermione stopped and looked at every one most were nearly in tears and some already were in tears. She walked of stage and many people came and gave her hugs. Some regulars came up and spoke to her saying how wonderful her song was and that they felt like they could feel her pain through it. Some even gave knowing nods. Hermione just smiled and talked lightly but she just had to get away and be alone. Just to think and reflect and collect herself together. So she made her way to the bar door, removeing her apron and told the bouncer ,Dan, she was going home.

He replied with the usual. "Be careful child"

He always called her child even though she was 17 now and legally an adult in the magical world. He got her the job at the bar after she lived with him until she was 14, when she got her own flat. He signed the lease of course. He helped her be independent like she wanted. He couldn't live with her reciting The Great Gatsby in various way over and over again.

She walked awhile down the street when she herd a noise behind her. She pulled out her wand and was pointing it at the mans throat before he even knew it. War training really helped her reflexes.

"Its okay im not going to hurt you so please put your wand down.." he said soothingly. Hermione knew that voice it was...

"Professor Lupin!" She exclaimed "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get a drink and heard you singing. Do I know you?" He asked puzzled.

He didn't recognize her. which meant she wouldn't have to fear anyone from the school finding out that sung in a bar.

"No, I don't believe you do." She said easily.

"Then how do you know my name?"he still looked puzzled and was slowly becoming alarmed.

"I've herd about you. You are THE Remus Lupin the only werewolf to ever teach at Hogwarts, Are you not?" she asked in a tone very much like when she was teaching Harry something.

"Yes I am but almost know one knows that." He said. And she saw a look of worry go across his face.

"Don't worry! It makes no difference to me. I am a half breed my self if thats what you can call it." Hermione said and it was true . Some people called muggle borns that, but thats not what she meant but thats what she would tell every one. "I could tell from the picture I saw of you in the newspaper, that one that listed all the defense teachers over the years."

"Oh, well thank you." he said.

"No need to thank me. I really must go I need my sleep there is another game tomorrow night." And with that she walked away from him. Leaving the werewolf confused and a little stunned by the quick interaction.