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Hermione was laying in bed, thinking about the last few years. They, had been really great, and really bad. Really great because, she loved being with Harry and Ron. They always made her feel safe. It was bad, because when she got home she had to deal with her drunk father. Her father had anger issues ever since her mother died. Hermione kept telling him to get help, but he kept saying "no." Then, that night he had a friends party to go too. It was SuperBowl night. And when he came home, he was drunk and abused her. Hitting her with a whip, until she pleaded to stop! After, fifty whips later he stopped. Then he passed out on the bed.

The memory put tears in Hermione's eyes, but she held them back. She didn't tell either Harry or Ron, actually nobody, that her father abused her. She gotton tons of mail from them, but she wasn't aloud to reply to them. She had to sneak them in her room.

It was hard living with her father. He was drunk almost every night, and demanded her to make him something to eat. Then, once she made something, he'd be flipping out on her. He said, "You call this food?" or he'd either say, "What the..." It brought tears to Hermione's eyes, she worked so hard making that dinner for him. Nothing, she made he liked.

It wasn't anything new though. So why should she be worried about it? Hogwarts, started in a few days anyway, and the summer was almost over. She would see Harry and Ron, again! She couldn't wait... but would they know what had happened to her this summer? She hoped not. She prayed they wouldn't.

God, please, please, please, don't let Harry or Ron notice that I'm weak. If my father knew that they knew, he'd... kill me! I'm begging! Her thoughts where interupted by a big bang on her door.

She gasped and jumped up. She looked at the clock. She was late! She was supposed to be making supper for her father, at five! Crap, he's gonna kill me! Hermione jumped out of bed, ran, and opened the door.

It was her drunk father.

"Hermione! I TOLD YOU TO BE DOWNSTAIRS BY FIVE! IT IS NOW SIX THIRTY!" George, her father, screamed.

Hermione's voice was shaky."S-sorry. D-dad, I'll make it n-now."

"YOU BETTA!" He said. He walked down the stairs.

Hermione saw her father laying down on the couch watching TV. She was like a housewife to him, but not his wife. She walked in the kitchen and looked in the fridge.

"What do you want to eat?" Hermione asked.

"FISH!" George said."Oh, and... french fries."

"W-we don't have any french fries. You ate them all last night, when you had a grilled cheese. Remember?" Hermione asked.

Her father got off the couch and walked up to her.

"What did you say to me?" George yelled.

"I-I..." George interupted her.

"YOU DESERVE THIS!" George screamed on top of his lungs; Hermione thought the whole neighborhood could hear him!

"W-what do I deserve?" Hermione asked backing away.

George slapped her, accross her face. He smacked her so hard, you could see the mark he left. Hermione put her hand over her sharp pain.

"Go to the grocery store, and get more french fries!" George demanded.

"B-but, dad! The grocery store is a mile! I have no car!" Hermione said.

"Walk." George said.

Hermione looked at him desperatly."Seriously? What if I like pass out or something?"
"Oh, well." George said. He walked to the living room again, and sat down on the couch.

He had got to be kidding! He was making her walk a mile, to the grocery store, for stupid french fries! If I pass out, who will help me? Hermione thought to herself. The spot where her father hit her, was so painful.

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The night was cold. Hermione shivered. She was almost there, but not quite. She could see the sign of the store though. She hated nights like this... cold, and dark. It creeped her out. Almost everything creeped her out!

Then, the sounds of cars where getting father, and father away from her. It was starting to get pitch black. Then, she fell.

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A familiar voice was heard. Hermione opened her eyes, and noticed that she was in someone's car. Ron's!

"Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Your awake! Thank god!" Ron said.

"H-how'd you find me?" Hermione asked.

"I saw you walking, and I was in my car following you... then, you collapsed. What happened to you? You look aweful!" Ron said.

Hermione gasped."Ron! Oh my god, I forgot! Ron, please, you have to do me a favor!"

"What? What is it?" Ron asked.

"Can you please, drive me to the supermarket? Ron, I'll do anything!" Hermione said.

Ron looked at her suspiciously."Okay, calm down."

Ron started the car and they were five minutes away from the supermarket. Hermione sighed with relief.

"I-I'll, be back." Hermione said.

"No, stay here. Your in no condition to leave. I'll get it for you. What do you need?" Ron asked.

"French fries..." Hermione said. "I know it sounds wierd, but Ron if you-"

"I'll get them!" Ron said.

He got out of the car and shut the door. Hermione was in there alone. She hated to be alone! Does Ron, have a hint that I'm being abused?

In about ten minutes, Ron was back with a bag of French Fries.

He sat down and gave it to her.

"Thank you, so much!" Hermione said.

"Oh, I have a question." Ron said.

MY FATHER IS NOT ABUSING ME, Hermione wanted to say outloud.

"Why haven't you answered any of my mail I send you, lately?" Ron asked.

"I... Sorry. I just..." Hermione sighed. She rubbed her eye.

"Are you crying?" Ron asked.

Hermione shook her head."Could you bring me home?"

Home, wasn't quite the right word... it's more like, could you bring me to the chamber?

"Yes, of course." Ron said.

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They were in the driveway where Hermione lived. She looked at the window and saw her father's steaming face. It was all red. Red as a pepper. Hermione sobbed.

"Hermione!? What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.

Hermione shook her head. "N-nothing, don't worry about me."

"Hermione..." Ron said.

Hermione didn't answer. Tears just kept pouring from her eyes.

"Please, Hermione?" Ron was pratically begging.

Hermione shook her head."I'm sorry. I-I'll tell you at Hogwarts."

"Okay..." Ron said. "I'm going to find out before you tell me."

Ron watched Hermione, as she stepped out of the car and walked into her house. He sighed, and drove home.

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