Note: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters
As a child, my life had been tough. My parents both died of a car accident when I was 5. I was then sent to live with my uncle. Sadly, my uncle was quite a drinker. So every so often, I'd get a good beating out from him. I'm now 17, and to this day, I'm still being abused, and now to a greater extent. My virginity was the only thing that still belonged to me. I tried to escape once, but as I tried, I was only caught and taken back, only to be hit across the head with a baseball bat. I was knocked out for a good 2 days and when I woke up; I was chained to my bed by shackles. I screamed and hoped to god someone had heard me. But I was given no response. Today I'm packing my bags and heading to the one place I feel safe and at home. The train leaves in exactly one hour so I didn't take my time packing last minute items. I went into the bathroom and grabbed my toiletries, only to realise that as I looked into the mirror, the bruise from last week was visible on my cheek. I sighed and picked up my make up bag and took my foundation out. I squeezed a bit out and rubbed it onto my cheek, wincing at the pain.
I looked around the bathroom and smiled. Today is the last day I will ever set foot into this house again. You see, I was accepted into one of the best universities that had ever existed. So after I have finished school, I'm going straight there. Far away from this hell hole for good. This made me smile even more. I will then be able to live a normal life. The life that I had dreamed. I'll be able to stay with my two best friends, who we have fought together through thick and thin times. There is nothing else in the world I'd rather do. My name is Hermione Jean Granger and I'm going to live my life the way I want to live it. And right now, I'm packing my bags to go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry to live for the next year with my best friends Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
I flattened my red skirt that flared out nicely at the bottom and sat a few centre metres above my knees. My white halter neck top fitted perfectly on my small chest, not that I was too worried about how big I am. My hair was done magically in a braid so it sat on my right shoulder with a black bow headband in the middle of my head. I quickly looked at my outfit in the mirror and left the bathroom smiling, but it was only too rudely intruded by a frown. Standing right in my bedroom doorway, was my uncle.