All characters belong to J.K Rowling

Sorry for the mistakes. I'm Dutch so I had to translate everything with Word or Google and I don't know all grammar.
I would appreciate it if you could be so kind to tell me about my mistakes so I can make sure it won't happen again.
Thank you.

I'm actually not sure if it's a good story. I hope the characters aren't very OOC.
I apologise if the are.

'Stop!'

Chat. The vase smashed against the wall and glass flew around.

'Stop it! '

Bang. There went a book across the room. The man was blind with anger and grief. He threw everything he could grab. He did not hear the woman, nor did he see her.

'Please!' the woman begged

He stopped throwing and for a second Hermione thought that he had heard her, but instead he took a knife from his pocket. Without doubt he cut his wrist. A stream of blood flowed from his wrists. The man screamed in pain. Tears rolled down Hermione's cheek. He held his knife in the air again; ready to cut in his wrist again. Without a second thought she threw herself on him. The man smashed with his head against the wall and sunk down unconscious. The knife flew through the air and came down next to Hermione, who had fallen backwards when she pushed him. As fast as she could she stood up and ran to the man. She knelt down beside him.

'Severus.' she whispered. She carefully took his arm to take care of the wound, which he had created himself. She had to hurry because he was bleeding violently and he looked very pale. She pointed her wand on his wounds and muttered something. The bleeding stopped and slowly the deep wounds there had been turned into scars. Trembling she stood up, her clothes were soaked with blood and her cheeks wet with tears. She carefully picked up the knife and quickly put it in her pocket in case he would start again once he regained his consciousness.

'Mobilicorpus.'

She gently laid him on the cough. He already regained more color on his cheeks. She went to clean up the glass shards just to keep her busy while she waited until he regained consciousness. After a while she heard him groan in pain. She quickly went to look.

"Hermione ..." he uttered

She grabbed his hand and sat down on the ground next to him.

"Shh, it's all right. ' she whispered in his ear.

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at her. 'Sorry, ' he muttered, ' sorry Hermione'

It always went this way. Every time he came back from the Ministry. Every time again.

'I, I, I didn't mean to do it. 'It took him a great effort to talk. She kissed him lightly on his forehead. 'I know. '

Voldemort might be defeated, but for him it was still not over. He still had to prove his innocence. Each week he had to attend a trial where he desperately tried to prove that he was innocent while everyone was looking at him with horror. It made him angry and sad. The only one who didn't loathe him was his wife, Hermione, and with her had weekly such moments. She had to take care of him. She had to repair the things that he broke in his rage. She had to take care of his wounds. Every time again.

'I know that it is difficult, but I will help you. I'll support you. Together we can get through this. I promise.' she whispered while she laid her head to rest on his chest. He felt himself relax again. He was so grateful that she was always there. Forever. She always helped him through it, always supported him. No matter how sad or lost he felt. She was always there and she would never leave him and with that he fell asleep. He on the couch while Hermione lay half across his chest.

Please review or give some advice so I can learn from it the next time