Life is like a box of chocolates

Summary: Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know who or what you're going to get.

Disclaimer: This is my first Fanfiction; and I would love brutally honest reviews.

I do not own any Harry Potter Characters, thought I would love to…..

On with the story.

Chapter One.

Brutally Beaten

It was raining; she was soaked to the bone. Grimwalud Place was the only residence she could think to go to. She couldn't go back to the burrow, she couldn't face him again.

Flashback:

"Why are you such a pain, Hermione." Ron shouted as he drank down the bottle of fire whisky, until the last drop was gone; that was the fifth or sixth bottle he had finished off, she had assumed by the way he was acting. She hated when he got like this, and there were only a few sober times that she could remember with him. For some reason those times weren't even as good as she played them out to be.

The smashing of fire whisky bottles brought her back to the angry, red faced Ron.

"You always out do me, in everything, I'm sick of it," He ranted. He raved. He threw bottle after bottle at her, and no one was around to help her.

Ron got closer, stumbling a bit as he walked. He backed Hermione into a wall; one of his hands formed a tight clasp around her neck holding her up until her feet could no longer touch the wooden floor of the living room.

"You need to learn you place, sweetheart," Spitting out the last word with such distaste, he hit her. He punched, and kicked her. Hermione's pleads fell to depth ears, he wouldn't stop. Blood soon splatter itself on the white walls behind her.

Shortly, after many hits to Hermione, the fire whisky went to Ron's head and he fell backwards. Ron now lay passed out on the floor while a bruised and bloody Hermione shakily got up and stumbled her way out the door…..

End of Flashback

Hermione rang the doorbell; she could feel her body caving in. Just as Sirius opened the door, her body shut down. Startled by the body that came crashing into him, Sirius couldn't believe who it was; shear terror struck through him as he brought her in side.

"Oh Hermione, what happened to you,"

Quickly calling for Remus, Sirius place Hermione on the coffee table. Remus came into the living area a bit baffled on what Sirius would possible want with him, when he saw her, beaten and bruised.

"Oh my gods, Sirius what happened to her!"

"I don't know Mooney, but I can tell you its nothing good." Remus snorted heatedly, obviously knowing it was anything but good, but at the moment all he could think about was Hermione.

"Well don't just sit there Mooney old pal, lets get her cleaned up."

Sirius and Remus cleaned Hermione up best they could, removing all the glass that was in her forehead and wrists before using magic to heal her wounds.

"Sirius, who do you think did this to her?" Remus questioned, folding his hands and resting his chin upon them as the two sat in the kitchen to discus what might have happened. Sirius scoffed, he knew exactly who did this to Hermione.

"Oh Mooney isn't it bloody obvious who did this," Remus looked at Sirius with confusion before it finally hit him square in the face.

"Oh gods, Padfoot you don't think-"

"I do think Mooney, that red headed git doest know how to hold his liquor and the family was out celebrating the start of the 'terror' twins business, he was the only one with Hermione."

Remus remained silent. He did not wish to talk about it any longer. Remus just couldn't get over the fact that Ron would do something like this to Hermione.

"Remus, you can not treat them as if there still fourteen, you have to face the facts and start treating them like their twenty-one, full grown adults." and with that he walked out of the kitchen; gone to check on Hermione.

Sirius sat with Hermione, stroking her cheek, whispering nothing but sweet wishes and promises into her ear; hoping that she would wake up.

"Sirius, why don't you go to sleep, I'll watch her." Sirius shook his head, no, and got up slowly, gently picking Hermione up as well, to cradle her in his arms.

"No, I'm watching her, she'll take my bed, I'll have the floor…"

"Sirius really I'll-" Remus was cut off.

"Mooney I said no." and with that Sirius took Hermione up to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Back in the living room Remus sat, pondering on what just happened. Had THE Sirius Black just display affections out openly? And to a girl that was just merely in her twenties.

But the truth unknown to Remus was that he also, had a bit of feelings toward the smart little witchling, and the wolf inside him grew angrier knowing the she would be with Sirius and not them.

'What are you doing? Go tell Sirius off and get the little witch.'

"No you stupid wolf, now just lay off it."

But the wolf didn't stop his bantering. Even in the middle of the night his inner wolfs constant raving wouldn't end. Remus surly had enough.

'Listen to me you idiotic boy, the full moon is near and you won't be able to resist her, I garnet it.'

"Don't you think I know this, oh gods what am I going to do?"

In his mind the wolf snickered nonchalantly.

'Oh isn't it obvious dear Remus? Take the girl and claim her as your own.'

Remus did know what to think anymore as he poured sleeping serum down his throat; all he knew was that he needed to sleep.

Sirius laid Hermione on the bed, tucking her in and timidly kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight Hermione, my dear, sweet Hermione."

With that said he took his reside in the old dusty chair, not to fair from the bed and drifted off into a solemn sleep.

Author's Notes:

Well there you have it, chapter one of my tale.

I hope you enjoyed reading

Brutally honest reviews would greatly appreciated.

Thanks for reading.