Hey everyone! My first ff and I'm so so excited! I adore Hermione/Minerva mother/child ffs, and I've been reading them for quite a while and I may say they're not enough here. I got inspired by all these wonderful stories you guys wrote, and I hope you feel reading my story as I did reading yours. Writing for you fans! Enjoy

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A tiny, bushy haired girl stared outside the window again. It was dark, deserted and empty – just as her soul. She's been observing the world outside, she knew she never belonged to, ever since she was born- for 11 years. Silent tears were streaming down the girl's cheeks. She placed her small, weak hand on the window glass that was now cold, because of the freezing weather out there. As she closed her eyes, she mentally screamed. It sounded so loud and terrifying, that if it was real, it'd have scared someone to death. A desperate cry for help that in fact was cry in a desert.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside. The girl immediately opened her eyes and looked. Something was moving in the bushes right by her window. She directed all the power she had on opening the frozen window. About few seconds later she managed to bend over the windowsill, but by the time she did that the thing's already been disappeared. She sadly looked around one more time before she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. A few drops of fresh blood were sinking into the white t-shirt she was wearing.

"Oh no! It has almost healed" She rushed into the bathroom, took a wet towel and pressed it close to the wound which resulted in deep, painful groan. The girl fought back the tears that were threatening to fall at the memory of how she got it. She knew that there was nobody else to help her, to heal her wounds, to take away the pain for her; she was on her own, forever. She decided to head off to her bed, when a squeaky voice came from downstairs.

"Hermione! Hermione get down, NOW!" The girl quickly went down, not wanting her mother to get any angrier.

As Jean Granger saw her daughter, she grabbed her violently for the arm and dragged her to the hall, where her father was sitting calmly on the sofa, bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Mom, what is it?" asked Hermione confused. "It's late and I really wish I could go to …"

"How many times do I have to tell you to clean the rug, before you go to sleep? Jean's eyes were sparkling badly madly. "But I cleaned it I swear!" Hermione's mother threw furious look at her daughter then pointed at the carpet where very clearly could be distinguished dirty trails of mud. "Well, daddy you got in last, so maybe these are…"

"SHUT UP!" Jean cut her daughter off. "I don't want your explanations. Get to work now and clean it."

"But…" Hermione was starting to get angry. She knew it won't do her any good, but it wasn't fair! "I already cleaned it once; I will not be doing it again." She said in a determined voice, turning round to go to her bedroom. Mrs. Granger however had other plans. She caught up to Hermione, turned her round, so both be face to face and grabbed painfully her arms.

"Listen to me very, VERY carefully, missy!" Jean's grip was so strong that Hermione couldn't break free. Instead of continuing her fruitless attempts to get away, the little girl looked her mother straight in the eyes and begged "Mom…, please, let me go, "eyes now teary and frightened. "You're hurting me."

"Don't you DARE speak to me!" burst Mrs. Granger, giving her smack in the face. Hermione's cheek immediately become red and burning pain spread all over the face as her mother slapped her again.

Hermione was now crying, shaking uncontrollably in her mother's firm grip. As far as the girl knew, in situation like this a mother would take a sobbing girl in arms, holding her tightly, whispering soothing words while gently stroking her daughter's hair. Hermione never had the chance to feel like that, ever. Instead of hugs and comfort, she received slaps and got beaten, kindness and love in exchange for threats, insults and abusing. The only calm that now she could get were the tears falling down the young girl's cheeks, easing the burning pain just a little.

Through tears and sobbing Hermione again tried to plead Mrs. Granger to let go of her. "It hurts mommy, I'm begging you. I'll clean it up. It won't happen again, I promise." Jean laughed and tightened more the grip.

"Did you hear that honey?" Mrs. Granger turned to her husband. "We are hurting her. And maybe we're scaring her? Are you scared Hermione, are you scared of your own parents?" Hermione was trembling like never before, tried to back off a little but her mother wouldn't let her as Mr. Granger stood up, devil, sick smile stuck on his face and approached both women.

"To tell you the truth, dear", he started as crouching next to his daughter "I think there'd be nobody…" caressing his daughter's cheek "our Hermione…"catching her chin, lifting it up, so she could see him fully "would be more scared…" whispering into her ear "than ME!" He yelled, grabbing her neck and crashing her against the wall. Hermione screamed in pain as the solid wall crashed against her fragile body.

"Now, will you listen?" asked Mrs. Granger. "Yes, I will" sobbed the girl as Mr. Granger tightening the grip of her neck causing Hermione a bit of dizziness and some hard time breathing.

"Good girl. You must know that we're just trying to help you; to prepare you for the world. You should learn that now, so there won't be any surprises or disappointments in future." Hermione caught her father's hand trying to lessen his hold, but it was useless. She was now suffocating slowly; breath could hardly reach her lungs, so she just closed her eyes and prayed it'll be over soon.

"Every time you fail to do something you've been requested, you'll get beaten" her mother whispered into her ear followed by punches and slaps. "Remember that in this world nobody will care for you, everyone will be trying to use you, nobody means you good, but us" Mrs. Granger smiled maliciously to her husband. "Do not let anybody ever come close to you, because you know it WILL hurt," said her father pulling out his belt and hitting her. "Whatever rubbish people say about comforting, hugs, caring you must ignore. The only thing they want is to make you suffer! Let these work like warning, remember them every time a person comes near you," Mr. Granger said hitting his child severely "… and you'll be safe." These were the last words Hermione heard before she fainted.

Though it was summer and it's supposed to be warm and dry, past night's been a nightmare. There was a storm, thunders, the strong wind was almost cutting off trees. The clouds were as dark and heavy as only one single soul could be; some would say it rained cats and dogs, in fact the whole sky, the earth itself was crying for one helpless girl, desperate and alone, in pain, who may never find its way… its way back to life. Raindrops were bitter tears, sinking into the muddy surface, which welcomed them, like resignation, as all the nature accepted the fact that the girl's future won't get any better.

Sunshine fought its way through the thick window glass, caressing gently the entire room with its soft and bright streaks of light. One of them fell on the small bed in the center of the bedroom revealing a horrible view: Hermione Granger lying on the bed, motionless, her unsteady and heavy breathing giving away the fact that she was actually alive. All over her body could be found bruises, cuts, blue marks from almost healed wounds and freshly made, nasty trails of blood, flowing down the girl's body. She didn't want to wake up, but she was so much in pain that it wouldn't stop until she took care of it. Hermione slowly opened her eyes, so beautiful hazel eyes which now looked more broken than ever. She stood up, groaning in pain and walked to her desk. After all, she got beaten ever since she remembered. The girl sat down on the desk to do some drawing. She really loved drawing, it was calming her down. So she took the pencil and a sudden, sharp pain passed through her hand. She looked down only to see a long cut placed all the way between her wrist and the fingers. Tears formed into the young girl's eyes as she run to the bathroom. Hermione tried to stop the bleeding on every wound she could, put on long beige jeans, white blouse that would cover her body and fell on the bed ready to cry her heart out. She was miserable and hungry, hungry for some food and … love. Both the girl's hands went up to her eyes instantly to stop the tears, when someone rang on the door. Hermione silently went to the stairs, trying not to be seen and peeked. At the door stood tall woman, vivid emerald eyes. She was wearing long, green robe and pointed black hat. Hermione thought the woman must be selling something and headed to her room disappointed, though not knowing why. The girl made a step back but stopped immediately as she heard the strange woman talk in a surprisingly kind and soft voice:

"Good morning! Is Hermione Granger here? I'd like to talk to her… to all three of you." The woman smiled warmly and made Hermione shiver.

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