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Prologue

There was a loud bang when Hermione awoke that night. It was nothing like she ever heard before. But she instantly knew this noise meant nothing good. A few moments ago, there was a comfortable feeling bubbling inside of her but right now there was only darkness. The darkness hovered like fog in here room. Not one happy feeling was left and with the darkness growing fear grew as well in the girl. Hermione knew that he was drunk again, and the bang proved it. Probably he destroyed her bookshelf again, she thought sadly.
Every time he gets drunk he starts to destroy things, or he beats the shit out of her. And Hermione had to repair the things, even herself almost every morning now.
This fucking mess with him began last year. After he didn't got an important promotion he started to drink. And after she got late home because of an emergency meeting in the ministry the real shit started.

She was almost two hours later at home as she was normally. As an apology Hermione brought his favourite pizza. But as soon as she stepped in their apartment she saw many many empty beer bottles. Everywhere she looked were at least one empty beer bottle. At their couch, on the floor on the shelf just everywhere. She knew instantly that something was wrong. He never drank that much before. She thought that something must had happened with his family.

Oh how stupid she was.

Suddenly there was a movement and he slapped the food out of her hands. At first Hermione didn't knew what was happening to her but she realized soon enough that he has started shouting at her. She couldn't quite clearly understand what he was screaming at first because all his words were kind of slurred. But she managed to hear that he accused her that she met somebody and that it was this Mark guy from the ministry.

And immediately she knew not his family was the reason he got that drunk, no she was the reason.
She tried to calm him. She tried to tell him that Mark is her superior ant that they had to work closely that she was stuck in a meeting. But it didn't work he just got angrier and angrier. His face was almost as red as his hair. At one point the only thing she could do was crying. For him it meant that the girl confirmed that Hermione is snogging someone behind his back.
He exploded and the next few minutes became the first worst minutes in her life. He slapped her right in the face and he kicked several times. She heard her a crack in her nose and she literally felt blood running out of her nose. Until this moment she didn't gave a sound but after another crack in rips she couldn't take it any longer she started to moan in pain and tears were running down her face. But for Hermione this wasn't the worst part. It was when he began to call her a mudblood. And that she would never find someone who would really love her. Thar broke the poor little Gryffindor. To hear from the person, she loved most that she was 'just' a mudblood was too much.
With all the physical and mentally pain she fainted.

A few hours later she woke up. As the girl opened her eyes and looked around there were a few chairs fallen over and the bookshelf was broken. The floor was covered in dry beer. It must have leaked out of half full beer bottle which was lazing on the ground and there were still drops coming out of the bottle.
She wasn't able to see more because the sofa stopped her view. It blocked the sight to the bedroom and bathroom door too.
The girl let her gaze wander around a second time through the room and fortunately she couldn't see him. 'Maybe he is in one of this two rooms', Hermione thought. 'Or he went to a bar in the neighborhood.' She just didn't know where went and right now she just wanted to leave.
When the girl heard a dimmed snore she immediately knew he went the bedroom. 'He must have gone of to sleep', she thought. And finally, she could breathe more freely because she knew he was not in the same room as she was.

Finally looked at her body and all over her body was dry blood. Her dry blood.

Besides her broken rips and her broken nose she was 'okay'. Even though she was not really okay.
She tried to move but she couldn't. Everything was hurting just too much, her head, her stomach, her legs just everything. With her last energy she grabbed her wand (she didn't know how she managed it, because she almost fainted again)
Right before she wanted to apparate she looked around again and then she realized there is a problem. Not because she didn't see him because she didn't hear his snoring. Hermione began to panic. Within a second, she apparated, but right before she did it she saw him storming of to her. Though it was too late for him. Hermione was already on her way to the first two persons who came into her mind Harry Potter and his fiancée Ginny Weasley.
The couple was shocked to see her in a state like that. As soon as she arrived they started to assail her with questions 'What happened?' or 'Who did that?' But Hermione didn't answer their questions truly she mumbled something about slipping and falling down a small stair. She was too ashamed to tell them the truth. It was Ginny's family for god's sake. It was not her right to ruin everything.
The brown-haired girl knew that Ginny and Harry didn't really believed her but for now just helped Hermione to heal her physical pain.

After she heard another bang right in front of her bad Hermione Granger she snapped out of her memory. She asked herself why she came back after all of this. After this first incident he literally begged her to come back He promised the girl to get better, that he would change. But he didn't get better. His promises to get better vanished after a month as she accidentally broke is favourite mug. She apologized and wanted to buy a new one. But he just slapped her right in the face and said, 'If you will tell this to anyone I will not just slap you the next time' So Hermione stayed silent. He never got that bad like the first time and he never beat her again when he was drunk but still she has to take potions to handle the pain and she has to wear make up to cover her bruises. And thank good he never raped her or did something like this.

Hermione never wanted to be a woman who lives with a violent boyfriend and protect such an asshole. But there is now. She covers for him, she lies! She feels like such a coward, like she can't get up on her own. 'What happened to me? Who am I? Why can't I just leave him for god's sake' that were the questions who lingered in her head.
OH yes she knew why she didn't just leave him. He threatened her that he would torture her and maybe torture her into craziness like the Longbottom's.

But she can't take it anymore. She is scared to come home. She never knows in which state he is. That's not a life! If he will beat her again tonight the brown eyed girl will leave him forever. Actually, no matter what is happening tonight she will leave him for sure. She will tell the truth about him. She just wants to live free. Even though she knew she needs a long recovery of her mental health.

'That's not the time to think about this Hermione' she said to herself after she heard a third bang. Which was louder than the others that meant that he is not far away from their bedroom. The girl heard already his slurred swearing.
She knew she had to hide herself because if he found her he will be brutal even she did nothing to provoke his range. Still she has to be careful.

With one movement she jumped out of her bed and climbed inside her wardrobe which first was magically big enough to hide herself inside of it and second it could be her safe room. Inside of it were laying fresh washed clothes. Funnily enough they smelled like a ''normal'' life where Hermione could have been a normal woman, an ordinary woman or maybe a wife?

For one last moment there was a silence all over the bedroom. But it didn't hold long. With the last and loudest bang he entered the room.
Through a tiny gap between the doors she watched the man she loved a long time ago enter the room. For her the meaning of loving him didn't exist anymore. One main feeling took her over, anxiety. Every inch of her body was by now soaked by this feeling. She even forgot her wand at the nightstand. She could have easily immobilized him. But that will never happen because she was stunned by anxiety.

There was nothing Hermione could do. Her body and mind were somehow trapped in a emergency mode. She barely realized that he opened the doors, the beating and the pain afterwards. The only thing she registered that she looked him in the eye, the man who destroyed her whole life, Ronald Weasley.

After he finished and left Hermione couldn't stay awake anymore and like the first and only time Ron beat her, she fainted again. But she didn't sleep long since she felt the pain all over her body now.

Within her unconsciousness she felt like she heard a voice who was calling her over and over again "Come to me my angel, come home little dove." As soon as she was awake Hermione felt the pain all over her body.

She knew she had to get out of here as soon as possible.
So she robbed over to grab her wand. With the knowledge and hope that she will never come back to this place of horror again she apparated to a place who he would never believe she would be, to ask for help.