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Like A Lost Puppy
Chapter One
So there Hermione sat in the corner. Cowering closer and closer to it as her mother walked toward to him. Hermione couldn't get any closer to the corner. Hermione started breathing hard. As much as her mother did this, she could never get used to the feeling of being abused. Hermione curled up in a ball, hands covering her face preparing for what's about to happen. Her mother got closer and closer. Ms. Granger leaned down next to Hermione's tear streaked face, and laughed. As her mother breathed she could smell the beer. Hermione heard her mother talk. "You're to worthless to to beat tonight." Then her mother straightened up, kicked her daughter and laughed at the whimper she got in return.
Hermione looked up as her drunken mother stumbled out of the room. Hermione couldn't believe her luck. She didn't get beat that night! She didn't have any new bruises to add to her others! Not even a little scratch! But then a thought came up. Then a thought came up. What if her mom was just messing with her? She could have been tired or wanted to get her hopes up or something. She would come back later and beat her then.
Hermione could remember the good days when her mother was happy. The mom that wouldn't get drunk every night. The mom she knew before her father died. They would go take vacations every summer when she got back from her wizardry school, Hogwarts. Her family would always have the most fun. Mom, dad and me. But that was the past and now was present. Which meant her mom did get drunk every night. She did beat her. Now it's just me and my mom. Now it's just me fighting the world.
Like a lost puppy. That's what I'm like, Hermione thought. Whenever I try to make friends at Hogwarts, they either ignore me or make fun of me or laugh at me. But there are the few people that would look at the dog and keep her. Like Ron and Harry did to me. Hermione smiled. Thinking of her two best friends in the whole world made her think of the good things in life. Like them being next to her through everything. Some one Hermione can trust.
But she could never tell them about her mom. They knew about her dad. How he went to the store to get milk because I mentioned that we were going to need some more. About how he got killed by that stupid car. They were in the other lane. And crashed into the car. It was horrible. The police found all these beer cans in the passenger seat. That was the first night my mom beat me. She thought it was my fault that he died. And I suppose it is. All because of the milk. But Harry and Ron make me feel better by saying it isn't. That he was just out at the wrong time and at the wrong place. I'm really glad that I met them. That I could trust them with everything. Everything that is, but this. Because they think that my mom is perfectly normal. That she is dealing with his death just just fine. That would be anything but the truth. But they have to keep thinking that. And they will. Was the last thing Hermione thought before she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.