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When the Impossible Happens
Hermione's POV
I stood trembling as I heard my parents screaming at one another. Of course they had done this before but lately it had gotten more violent sometimes even ending in slaps and always the next morning there were bruises and painful memories adding to the big collection of hate rising between the three of us. Over the summer my dad had become even more abusive making my mother weak and me scared shitless. But this morning was my last day with them. The screaming would finally cease the slaps and abuse would stop and I would be safe once again but unfortunately this was my last year in my shelter from my parents. This was my 7th year at Hogwarts the bruises would finally stop coming and they would have time to heal but my memory would always stay strong along with a fiery hatred I had for my father.
A scream came from outside my door in the hallway that stopped short.
'Oh shit.' I thought leaping up from my bed and grabbing my trunk and wand. I had packed earlier in the day thinking that something like this would happen. I quickly jumped to the door and locked it. I grabbed my trunk and ran to the window it was about a 20 foot drop but it would be better than staying in here. I quietly slid my trunk onto the roof just as the door burst open to revel my dad with a murderous glint in his eyes and my mother dead lying in a puddle of her own blood. He quickly advanced upon me throwing his hand across my face making me stumble back.
"Trying to run away are you? Trying to leave me? You'll never excaspe me you bitch," he said wrapping his hands around my neck cutting off my air supply. Thankfully having experienced many of these moments before my reflexes were better than he had hoped for and I kicked right in the family jewels making him double over in pain and giving me just enough time to hop out the window. I quickly climbed out of the window and pulled out my wand signally for the Knight Bus. I made the big mistake of looking back at my dad doubled over looking at me with hatred in his eyes and my mother's lifeless body in the hallway.
"You'll be hearing from me again you bitch," he said throwing a lamp out the window hitting me in the leg. Pain shot thorough my leg, which spread like fire all over my body as the lamp exploded into many glass pieces. 'Shit!' I thought shutting my eyes in pain but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry so I gave him a glare.
"Go to hell," I said coldly as I stepped onto the Knight Bus.
"Where to miss?" asked a very kind looking driver.
"Umm.the Leaky Caldron please," I replied quietly as I pulled my trunk to the nearest bunk and sat down wincing as the bus lurched into motion. I pulled out a mirror to look at the bruises he had caused to try and cover them up.
"Damn muggle make up never works," I muttered under my breath as I tried to apply it to the red handprint across my face. I suddenly fell off of the bunk with a thud as it stopped at my stop.
"This is NOT my day," I moaned as I pulled myself off of the floor. I quickly pulled my trunk off of the bus and into the small pub.
"Well ello miss what can I get for you?" asked an old looking man behind the counter.
"Um.one room please," I said trying to cover up the bruises that were forming around my neck.
"Alright then follow me please," he said levitating my trunk and guiding it with his wand up a narrow staircase and to the end of a hallway towards an old looking door.
"Here you are then," he said giving me an old rusty key.
"Thanks very much," I replied as I set my trunk down and shut the door. I plopped down onto the bed and took in the room. It was very well kept but kind of small. There was a queen sized bed with a blue comforter the walls were a vanilla color and there was a small bathroom and a full- length mirror. It would do. I sighed and pulled myself up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The water rushed over my scars relaxing my every nerve. I smiled for the first time in weeks and stepped out of the shower followed by a cloud of steam. I glanced in the mirror and noticed that an ugly black/blue bruise was forming around my neck. I quickly put my hair up with chopsticks to examine the marks more.
"Damn him," I said to myself as I put a black choker around my neck. I pulled on short denim shorts and a white tank top. I applied a bit of black eye liner and mascara. I grabbed my CD player and turned the music up drowning out the rest of the world, grabbed my school supply list, and walked downstairs to explore Diagon Alley.
As usual many witches and wizards were busy buying potion ingredients, brooms, books, etc. It was a very sunny day and there were many Hogwarts students weaving in and out of the shops looking for this year's supplies. No one seemed to notice me although I couldn't blame them, I had changed quiet a lot. My once bushy hair had not smoothed into nice curls that now hung down to the middle of my back and I had more noticeable curves being I had blossomed, as some people would call it. Not to mention I have a very nice tan seeing I spent most of my summer blocking out my parent's endless screaming and the only place that I could find to amuse me was the beach. I quietly slipped into my favorite store Florish and Blots, which in my opinion had the best books ever. I ran my hand over the many spines of the books. Half of them I had probably already read. I sighed sadly remembering all of the hours my mom and I had shopped here. I winced as the memory of my mom's body in the hallway and my dad advancing on me. I quickly stepped out of the store and weaved between the many witches and wizards. I finally stepped into the dark pub and ran upstairs to my room. I sighed as I pasted the mirror noticing the hand marks around my neck.
'That basturd will pay' I thought as I remembered all of the pain he had caused.
Draco's POV
I sat in my window seat looking out at the silver moon and trying best to ignore screams coming from the dungeon.
'Probably some poor helpless muggle,' I thought as their scream stopped short. 'My dad has a cruel sence of amusement,' I thought as I traced all of the scars on my wrist caused by him. I sighed and walked over to my bed. Tonight is my last night here and then I can ignore my father. I suddenly heard a scream and winced I knew that one only to well it was my mother. I quickly got out of my bed and grabbed my wand and ran to their bedroom. When I opened the door I saw my mother sitting in the corner half- naked and my father advancing on her with his shirt off. He had gone too far. I quickly ran to my father spinning him around and pointed my wand to his chest. A dangerous smile played on his lips.
"Go ahead boy," he said smirking. Damn I hate when he provokes me.
"Don't test me," I said pointing my wand at his heart.
"Accio wand," he said holding up his hand. 'Oh shit.' He grinned and yelled,
"CRUICO" pain shot through my body as I fell to the floor but I never let him see it. I never showed my feelings. I just simply glared as I doubled over.
"Don't you ever try that again boy," he said kicking me and turning to my mother.
"As for you we'll continue this later," he said coldly and then turned out of the room leaving me and my mother crumpled in the corner. I loved my mother more than anything and I hated when he did it to her. I summoned all of the strength I had left and threw her my cloak as she could cover herself up. She half smiled and put it on. I quickly regained what strength I had left and pulled myself up and walked over to my mother. I quickly picked her up and brought her to a room that was right next to mine. My father never went there and it gave her a night to rest.
"Thank you Draco.I love you," she said as I set here down and pulled the covers over her.
"Love you too mom," I replied with as much warmth in my voice as I could.
"Just promise me one thing," she said weakly.
"Anything," I replied.
"Don't turn out to be like your father," she said as she slowly laid her head down on her pillow in a much-awaited sleep. I turned out of the room vowing to myself that I would never turn out to be like the power hungry man my father was.
Hermione's POV
Traditionally this day every year Ron, Harry, and I would meet near the Leaky Caldron to do our school shopping but this year they were already at Hogwarts for Harry's safety. I sighed sadly as I slowly got out of my bed and got ready to do my shopping alone. I stepped out of the Leaky Caldron into the bright sun shine and to be surrounded with many Hogwarts students trying to do their shopping for the year.
The whole day was every uneventful leaving me to be bored as I drowned out the world with my music and got many purchases that were needed for my last year at Hogwarts. I sighed as I dropped my bags onto the floor near my trunk and lay down on my bed. I groaned as I remembered that I still had to pack. I slowly stood and walked over to my black trunk and threw my many heavy books and caldron into the bottomless trunk. I smiled as I was done packing leaving me to do anything I wanted. I slowly changed into my monkey pj shorts and shirt and fell into the comfortable blue bed to find a dreamless sleep meet me just as my head hit the pillow.
My eyes slowly opened to a clock that read 10:00. I had one hour to get to the station. 'Shit!' I jumped out of bed tripping as I tried to de- tangle myself from the royal blue sheets. I quickly threw the sheets back on the bed and ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I came out 10 minutes later and put on a black skirt that was diagonally cut with ruffled ends. I dug quickly thorough my trunk and finally pulled out a red spaghetti strap tank top. I quickly slid into the bathroom and applied black eyeliner and mascara, brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair so it fell in soft curls all the way down my back. 'Perfect.' I thought examining myself in the mirror. I glanced at the clock to see that it was 10:45.
"Oh shit!" I said as I ran out of the door dragging my trunk and pulling out a bag of coins and my key. I threw the key and money on the table and yelled quick thanks as I ran out the door. When I finally got out and onto the streets I threw up my wand and signaled the Knight Bus.
"Well ello again miss where to?" asked the same kind bus driver that saved me two nights before.
"Kings Cross Station please," I said out of breath as I sat on a near by bunk. The bus lurched into drive as we just nearly hit an old telephone box.
"Here you go miss Kings Cross Station," he said smiling.
"Thanks," I muttered as I gave him my money and ran out of the bus dragging my trunk and grabbing a trolley. I quickly wheeled it down to the two platforms 9 and 10 and ran threw the barrier. I sighed as I looked up at the clock to see it was 10:50. I lugged my trunk onto the train and quickly found an empty compartment. I looked out the window to see a flash of bright red hair. I smiled. 'Must be a Weasley,' I thought smiling as I jumped off the train and walked around looking for them.
"Hey Hermione!" Yelled Neville coming through the barrier.
"Your dad needs to speak to you.he said you forgot something very important," said Neville as he passed me. I sighed and walked through the barrier. I looked around and saw him leaning against the wall with an odd look in his eyes. It looked like.regret. I cautiously approached him.
"What was it I-" but I was cut off as he pulled me into a dark corner. The only thing I saw was a flash of a blade go across my wrist and then a sickenly loud crack as his hand went across my face.
"Have a good year. See you in the summer and if you don't come home I'll find you and the consequences for that will be worse. Remember bitch, your mine forever just don't go making a mistake like your mother," he said with a sick smile as he left me in the dark corner. Tears started to stream down my face as I saw my wrist. I quickly dried my tears and pulled out some cover up and a handkerchief and dried the blood and tied it around my wrist. I then glanced at my watch; 10:55. I had to get back onto the train. Nausea took over as I stood up. I put my hand against the wall to steady myself and then with all my strength I walked over to the barrier and onto the train. I opened the door to my compartment praying that it was still empty. Thankfully it was. I stumbled in and fell down onto the nearest seat letting the tears fall.
When the Impossible Happens
Hermione's POV
I stood trembling as I heard my parents screaming at one another. Of course they had done this before but lately it had gotten more violent sometimes even ending in slaps and always the next morning there were bruises and painful memories adding to the big collection of hate rising between the three of us. Over the summer my dad had become even more abusive making my mother weak and me scared shitless. But this morning was my last day with them. The screaming would finally cease the slaps and abuse would stop and I would be safe once again but unfortunately this was my last year in my shelter from my parents. This was my 7th year at Hogwarts the bruises would finally stop coming and they would have time to heal but my memory would always stay strong along with a fiery hatred I had for my father.
A scream came from outside my door in the hallway that stopped short.
'Oh shit.' I thought leaping up from my bed and grabbing my trunk and wand. I had packed earlier in the day thinking that something like this would happen. I quickly jumped to the door and locked it. I grabbed my trunk and ran to the window it was about a 20 foot drop but it would be better than staying in here. I quietly slid my trunk onto the roof just as the door burst open to revel my dad with a murderous glint in his eyes and my mother dead lying in a puddle of her own blood. He quickly advanced upon me throwing his hand across my face making me stumble back.
"Trying to run away are you? Trying to leave me? You'll never excaspe me you bitch," he said wrapping his hands around my neck cutting off my air supply. Thankfully having experienced many of these moments before my reflexes were better than he had hoped for and I kicked right in the family jewels making him double over in pain and giving me just enough time to hop out the window. I quickly climbed out of the window and pulled out my wand signally for the Knight Bus. I made the big mistake of looking back at my dad doubled over looking at me with hatred in his eyes and my mother's lifeless body in the hallway.
"You'll be hearing from me again you bitch," he said throwing a lamp out the window hitting me in the leg. Pain shot thorough my leg, which spread like fire all over my body as the lamp exploded into many glass pieces. 'Shit!' I thought shutting my eyes in pain but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry so I gave him a glare.
"Go to hell," I said coldly as I stepped onto the Knight Bus.
"Where to miss?" asked a very kind looking driver.
"Umm.the Leaky Caldron please," I replied quietly as I pulled my trunk to the nearest bunk and sat down wincing as the bus lurched into motion. I pulled out a mirror to look at the bruises he had caused to try and cover them up.
"Damn muggle make up never works," I muttered under my breath as I tried to apply it to the red handprint across my face. I suddenly fell off of the bunk with a thud as it stopped at my stop.
"This is NOT my day," I moaned as I pulled myself off of the floor. I quickly pulled my trunk off of the bus and into the small pub.
"Well ello miss what can I get for you?" asked an old looking man behind the counter.
"Um.one room please," I said trying to cover up the bruises that were forming around my neck.
"Alright then follow me please," he said levitating my trunk and guiding it with his wand up a narrow staircase and to the end of a hallway towards an old looking door.
"Here you are then," he said giving me an old rusty key.
"Thanks very much," I replied as I set my trunk down and shut the door. I plopped down onto the bed and took in the room. It was very well kept but kind of small. There was a queen sized bed with a blue comforter the walls were a vanilla color and there was a small bathroom and a full- length mirror. It would do. I sighed and pulled myself up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The water rushed over my scars relaxing my every nerve. I smiled for the first time in weeks and stepped out of the shower followed by a cloud of steam. I glanced in the mirror and noticed that an ugly black/blue bruise was forming around my neck. I quickly put my hair up with chopsticks to examine the marks more.
"Damn him," I said to myself as I put a black choker around my neck. I pulled on short denim shorts and a white tank top. I applied a bit of black eye liner and mascara. I grabbed my CD player and turned the music up drowning out the rest of the world, grabbed my school supply list, and walked downstairs to explore Diagon Alley.
As usual many witches and wizards were busy buying potion ingredients, brooms, books, etc. It was a very sunny day and there were many Hogwarts students weaving in and out of the shops looking for this year's supplies. No one seemed to notice me although I couldn't blame them, I had changed quiet a lot. My once bushy hair had not smoothed into nice curls that now hung down to the middle of my back and I had more noticeable curves being I had blossomed, as some people would call it. Not to mention I have a very nice tan seeing I spent most of my summer blocking out my parent's endless screaming and the only place that I could find to amuse me was the beach. I quietly slipped into my favorite store Florish and Blots, which in my opinion had the best books ever. I ran my hand over the many spines of the books. Half of them I had probably already read. I sighed sadly remembering all of the hours my mom and I had shopped here. I winced as the memory of my mom's body in the hallway and my dad advancing on me. I quickly stepped out of the store and weaved between the many witches and wizards. I finally stepped into the dark pub and ran upstairs to my room. I sighed as I pasted the mirror noticing the hand marks around my neck.
'That basturd will pay' I thought as I remembered all of the pain he had caused.
Draco's POV
I sat in my window seat looking out at the silver moon and trying best to ignore screams coming from the dungeon.
'Probably some poor helpless muggle,' I thought as their scream stopped short. 'My dad has a cruel sence of amusement,' I thought as I traced all of the scars on my wrist caused by him. I sighed and walked over to my bed. Tonight is my last night here and then I can ignore my father. I suddenly heard a scream and winced I knew that one only to well it was my mother. I quickly got out of my bed and grabbed my wand and ran to their bedroom. When I opened the door I saw my mother sitting in the corner half- naked and my father advancing on her with his shirt off. He had gone too far. I quickly ran to my father spinning him around and pointed my wand to his chest. A dangerous smile played on his lips.
"Go ahead boy," he said smirking. Damn I hate when he provokes me.
"Don't test me," I said pointing my wand at his heart.
"Accio wand," he said holding up his hand. 'Oh shit.' He grinned and yelled,
"CRUICO" pain shot through my body as I fell to the floor but I never let him see it. I never showed my feelings. I just simply glared as I doubled over.
"Don't you ever try that again boy," he said kicking me and turning to my mother.
"As for you we'll continue this later," he said coldly and then turned out of the room leaving me and my mother crumpled in the corner. I loved my mother more than anything and I hated when he did it to her. I summoned all of the strength I had left and threw her my cloak as she could cover herself up. She half smiled and put it on. I quickly regained what strength I had left and pulled myself up and walked over to my mother. I quickly picked her up and brought her to a room that was right next to mine. My father never went there and it gave her a night to rest.
"Thank you Draco.I love you," she said as I set here down and pulled the covers over her.
"Love you too mom," I replied with as much warmth in my voice as I could.
"Just promise me one thing," she said weakly.
"Anything," I replied.
"Don't turn out to be like your father," she said as she slowly laid her head down on her pillow in a much-awaited sleep. I turned out of the room vowing to myself that I would never turn out to be like the power hungry man my father was.
Hermione's POV
Traditionally this day every year Ron, Harry, and I would meet near the Leaky Caldron to do our school shopping but this year they were already at Hogwarts for Harry's safety. I sighed sadly as I slowly got out of my bed and got ready to do my shopping alone. I stepped out of the Leaky Caldron into the bright sun shine and to be surrounded with many Hogwarts students trying to do their shopping for the year.
The whole day was every uneventful leaving me to be bored as I drowned out the world with my music and got many purchases that were needed for my last year at Hogwarts. I sighed as I dropped my bags onto the floor near my trunk and lay down on my bed. I groaned as I remembered that I still had to pack. I slowly stood and walked over to my black trunk and threw my many heavy books and caldron into the bottomless trunk. I smiled as I was done packing leaving me to do anything I wanted. I slowly changed into my monkey pj shorts and shirt and fell into the comfortable blue bed to find a dreamless sleep meet me just as my head hit the pillow.
My eyes slowly opened to a clock that read 10:00. I had one hour to get to the station. 'Shit!' I jumped out of bed tripping as I tried to de- tangle myself from the royal blue sheets. I quickly threw the sheets back on the bed and ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I came out 10 minutes later and put on a black skirt that was diagonally cut with ruffled ends. I dug quickly thorough my trunk and finally pulled out a red spaghetti strap tank top. I quickly slid into the bathroom and applied black eyeliner and mascara, brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair so it fell in soft curls all the way down my back. 'Perfect.' I thought examining myself in the mirror. I glanced at the clock to see that it was 10:45.
"Oh shit!" I said as I ran out of the door dragging my trunk and pulling out a bag of coins and my key. I threw the key and money on the table and yelled quick thanks as I ran out the door. When I finally got out and onto the streets I threw up my wand and signaled the Knight Bus.
"Well ello again miss where to?" asked the same kind bus driver that saved me two nights before.
"Kings Cross Station please," I said out of breath as I sat on a near by bunk. The bus lurched into drive as we just nearly hit an old telephone box.
"Here you go miss Kings Cross Station," he said smiling.
"Thanks," I muttered as I gave him my money and ran out of the bus dragging my trunk and grabbing a trolley. I quickly wheeled it down to the two platforms 9 and 10 and ran threw the barrier. I sighed as I looked up at the clock to see it was 10:50. I lugged my trunk onto the train and quickly found an empty compartment. I looked out the window to see a flash of bright red hair. I smiled. 'Must be a Weasley,' I thought smiling as I jumped off the train and walked around looking for them.
"Hey Hermione!" Yelled Neville coming through the barrier.
"Your dad needs to speak to you.he said you forgot something very important," said Neville as he passed me. I sighed and walked through the barrier. I looked around and saw him leaning against the wall with an odd look in his eyes. It looked like.regret. I cautiously approached him.
"What was it I-" but I was cut off as he pulled me into a dark corner. The only thing I saw was a flash of a blade go across my wrist and then a sickenly loud crack as his hand went across my face.
"Have a good year. See you in the summer and if you don't come home I'll find you and the consequences for that will be worse. Remember bitch, your mine forever just don't go making a mistake like your mother," he said with a sick smile as he left me in the dark corner. Tears started to stream down my face as I saw my wrist. I quickly dried my tears and pulled out some cover up and a handkerchief and dried the blood and tied it around my wrist. I then glanced at my watch; 10:55. I had to get back onto the train. Nausea took over as I stood up. I put my hand against the wall to steady myself and then with all my strength I walked over to the barrier and onto the train. I opened the door to my compartment praying that it was still empty. Thankfully it was. I stumbled in and fell down onto the nearest seat letting the tears fall.