A/N okay so my sister pointed out lots of mistakes that I have made and someone gave me a new story line so I have changed the story a bit. So re-read this lot and I will be updating soon.
Chapter1
'Grieving' Father
"Stay here and don't move. I'll be back later." My father says, and then he slams the door behind him. A few minutes later I hear the front door slam too; I'm alone. I lay on the bed where he left me, tied by my wrists to the headboard, wearing only my undergarments, covered only by a thin blanket. Sad to say, but this isn't the first time I have been left alone in the house like this, so I know the routine. My father will go out and get drunk, then come home and I will be used as a sex slave, hence my current state of dress.
"This all started after my mum passed away a few years ago when I was only ten years old. After that my father constantly drank, admittedly he used to anyway and wasn't much better to my Mumsy. I used to always come home to see Mum covered in bruises, bleeding and sometimes unconscious and it was down to me to get her better. But at least when Mum was alive, father had a job, but after her passing, he made me apply for benefits in his name and then he uses most of the money to buy drinks at the pub, leaving me with ten pounds a week for food. Soon after that, I took Mum's place as housemaid, part-time around school (although he still left everything to me) and full time during the holidays (he just gave me more jobs to do) and once I was thirteen, I became a sex slave as well.
"At first it was horrible, because I had to come back here after school, and then the holidays were worse, as I was here all day and every day, but then when I turned eleven, I got a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and so I could get away. Father didn't like that at all; I was a freak for one and secondly he couldn't control me anymore. But, luckily when the Deputy Headmistress, Professor M. McGonagall came to our 'home' to explain everything to me and take me to Diagon Alley in London to get my books, father was out getting drunk, and I was cleaning the house. The next day when Professor McGonagall came to get me to take me to the train; he was also out.
"As we walked that day, she said; "Miss Granger. I have noticed that you appear to be doing a lot of housework and your parents seem to be out a lot of the time. Is everything okay at home?"
"Yes Ma'am." I said, having been told exactly what to say in this situation. "You see, my Mum died around a year ago and now my father has to work a lot more, so I do a few chores around the house to help him out."
"Ahh, I see. I'm sorry, dear." I looked up at her and I remember to this day, the tears welling up in the sparkling emerald eyes. "If you ever want to talk about anything, you can always come to me at school. I lost my mother at a young age too."
"Thank you professor." In that moment, I knew that I had found someone I could trust, someone who would never hurt me. However, I knew I couldn't tell her the one thing I really wanted to; she couldn't protect me against him, no one could. I had to deal with that alone. "I just have to help dad. Anyway, how do I get the train?"
Professor McGonagall walked me through a solid wall; that was a disaster at first, because (as any sane person would) I protested at first. In the end, my soon-to-be-teacher had to squat in front of me, look me straight in the eyes and say, "Hermione, do you trust me?" I nodded. I had already decided that I did, which was unusual for me. "Have I done anything that might cause you harm in the time you have known me?" I shook my head. "Would I do anything that might cause you harm?" I shook my head again and McGonagall stood, nodded and held out her hand to me. "In that case, let's get you to school." I took her hand, and followed her through the wall, and I went off to my new school, feeling elated at the prospect of freedom.
Obviously, I went home every holiday and got thoroughly beaten up and after the age of thirteen I got sexually abused. But every time it happened, I just thought about my school, my real home, my real family (Harry, Ron and the Weasley family) and about the wonderful woman who had acted as my knight in shining armour, Minerva McGonagall, when I was only eleven.
Now I am eighteen, it is two weeks into July, as we have not been back to Hogwarts after the war with Voldemort and I told Professor McGonagall that I would be returning to Hogwarts to re-take my seventh year and sit my NEWTs.
Yes, my father has beaten me for years, but he always gave me two days to heal before school so people didn't see, always. This year, he obviously has no intention of allowing me to go back to school. I am tied up and he has hidden my wand to set myself free; father locked all my school things away.
So, how am I going to get to school?!
As I did last time, I haven't added the details of any abuse, for the sake of others.