I stood under the lamp post, listening to the screams and shouts that were barely heard from across the street.
My fingers were numb, and the tips of my ears tingled, but I couldn't move, not till I knew she was alright. Time passed and the screams steadily became softer. How no one else could hear them? I don't know, but I did 'cause I knew the truth.
Several more minutes passed, and finally the creak of a door could be heard. My head shot up, anticipation filling me. The sound of soft footfalls sounded, and I gripped the first aid kit tighter. The she appeared.
Bushy brown poked out from beneath a old blue knit cap. The ratty jacket hug loosely on her wiry frame, hiding the secrets.
As she crossed the street towards him, I saw she was clutching her left hand, tears streaking down her pink cheeks.
"Hermione." I called out as loud as I dared, not wanting to risk my own family finding out he was out of the cupboard.
Her brown eyes snapped up to mine, a weak smile stretching her lips. "Harry," she breathed, speeding up towards me.
The second she was near me, I pulled her into a hug -she was the only person I touched willingly- but was careful to avoid her wrist.
She sobbed slightly, and I brought us out from under the lamp and onto the curb.
"Let me look." I said, gently lifting her left hand into my lap. Blue, finger-shaped bruises were already starting to form and I had no doubt it was most likely re-broken. Sighing, I pulled out long strip of fabric I had torn off a old rag the Dursleys were going to throw away, and started to wrap her tiny wrist up.
For a second, I thought about trying to convince her -again- to go to the hospital, but I knew her answer. "We're only seven Harry, who would believe us?" I knew she was right, but it didn't stop me from thinking about it.
After I finished, Hermione pulled her hand back, wincing as it lightly brushed her leg. She scooted closer to me, and placed her head on my shoulder.
We sat like that for who knows how long, our own misery taking over our thoughts.
"Harry?" She whispered, her breath turning white in the night.
"Hmm?"
"Do you think we will ever be able to leave? That we will ever be saved?"
I tensed. Before carefully whispering my answer with as much sincerity a 7-year-old can have.
"Hermione, no matter what, I promise that when I'm older and stronger, I will save you."
A/N: So starting this new story, the next chapter will take place many years in the future.
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Jewel
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters.