Dear readers, this is my first story and I'm still getting used to writing.

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CHAPTER 1

Broken Soulmate

Hermione Granger, once a fiery individual now sat broken on her dirty bed. In the time span of under 5 weeks her life had completely changed direction. And it all began with Rick. Her very own Dark Lord. She lay silently with her head on her rough pillow. Her bruised legs were sprawled in opposite directions as she wavered in and out of consious. She knew very well what would happen if she passed out before completing her chores, and the thought made her quiver, she was almost certain he would come back for round 2.

Hermione used all the energy she could muster and slowly heaved her thin figure into a standing position, she could feel the wet tears streaming down her face but her body was numb to the pain. She etched closer to the door until her bony hand clasped the cold handle, she twisted it with a grimace and left the once comforting bedroom of her childhood.

You may be wondering what happened that drastically changed the life of the famouse war heroine. And it all started at the beginning of the summer holidays.

The war was over and Hermione ventured to Australia to retrieve her parents. After withdrawing the memory charm her parents were overjoyed to hear that the war had ended. The Grangers returned to their old house and for a short amount of time, life was happy, simple. But as Hermione had learned during the war, all good things must come to an end. Mr Granger fell incurably ill, and passed away shortly after being diagnosed.

This tore the family apart, with Mrs Granger drowning in grief and Hermione having to mourn yet another important person in her life only weeks after the war, the family was falling apart. After seeing the effect of being fatherless had on Hermione, Mrs Granger came to the conclusion that the only way to bring her her family back together was to remarry. The man of choice was an old childhood friend and blinded by grief she fell in love with Rick Darris. Rick was a muscly man with a massive beer belly, his chestnut hair sprouted on his head, chest, arms and legs. His dark brown eyes were menacing and his face scrawny and full of stubble. His massive feet made him extremely clumsy and he was almost always angry.

Hermione coudn't see what her mother saw in Rick, but thought better than to intervene because she thought he was a temporary fling to get her mothers mind from her father. But Hermione was soon proven wrong when after just 3 weeks of dating they got married. Rick moved into the Grangers home and adopted Hermione. Although she hated Rick, she knew that she was almost old enough to leave and that she would shortly be returning to Hogwarts, this thought and her mothers happiness were the only things making her stay.

Just when Hermione thought matters couldn't get any worse, after 2 weeks of being wed to Rick, Mrs Granger was found dead in her bathroom. She appeared to have taken her own life.

*tap*tap*

Hermione awoke to the noise of an owl scratching her bedroom window, she lifted her peach duvet and sprang out of bed. She ran exitedly to the window and fumbled with the latch, as soon as it was open a giant mass of feathers flew into her room. Hermione recognized the owl as Pig, Ron's owl. She knew this would be a reply to the owl she sent a couple of days ago asking to meet in The Leaky Cauldron to go shopping. She wanted to tell them the good news that she had gotten head girl. Pig zoomed around in many circles before Hermione managed to capture the letter between his sharp claws. She ripped the top off and unfolded the letter, she eagerly began to read:

Dear Hermione,

Harry and I read your letter and decided that Saturday is the best day for us to go to Diagon Alley. We will meet you in The Leaky Cauldron at 10am and then Molly has invited you to stay the night at the Burrow to go to the train station with us, we'll see you in 5 days.

P.S. Harry says he loves his birthday present you got him and he cannot wait until the quidditch season starts up.

- Ron

Hermione read through the letter twice before carefully folding it up, she slid it into her pocket and slid her jacket over her shoulders, she slipped her blue, flashy smartwatch onto her wrist and set an alarm for 4 hours. She went into the kitchen to get a few snacks before leaving through the front door.

Rick had gone out with his friends to a pub in the village, Hermione knew she had quite a bit of time before he got back. She had already finished all her chores and decided to go for a walk to pass time, it had been quite a while since she had been out in the open.

Her body was very fragile and was under a glamour that hid all the bruising and marks from her pale skin. If Rick knew she was outside right now she would have a new set of scars to hide in the morning.

She wandered through the park and soon found a bench to sit on, she sat on the hard, cold wood for a while until she dozed off. When she woke up she found herself looking up at the sky. There were white clouds layering above her head and the bright sun was hidden from sight. The air was breezy causing a certain chill down her bones as she watched all the happy famillies walk past.

Before she knew it her watch started beeping loudly, she fiddled with the buttons and after succecfully turning it off she began walking home. When she arrived she found that the front door was unlocked, her chest tightened. Convinced that she had locked the door before she left she nudged it forwards gently, as it swung open she crept in warily. She wandered around downstairs and after finding no traces of Rick being home she walked upstairs. But her heart beat stopped when she saw who was standing in the dark corner of her bedroom. Rick was standing there with his face scrunched up in anger,"Thought we could run away hmm?", he hissed, his voice shaking with fury. Before she could respond he stalked towards Hermione grabbed her hair and flung her to the floor.

Before she could catch her breath a giant fist flew quickly at her face, she brought her hand up to her broken jaw before the pain hit. She let out a low whimper that was almost inaudible. During the next 2 hours she endured her worst beating yet, she slipped unconscious after 10 minutes and knew there was a chance she wouldn't survive the night.

Draco Malfoy sat up with a start, he turned around to see his very worried mother looking into his eyes, "Draco honey what's wrong?", she asked while rushing towards him. Before he could awnser he was plunged into darkness.