Disclaimer: I own nothing; Stephenie and JK own these worlds. I just slammed them together.
Note: Dubra is VERY cheap vodka sold at supermarkets in CT. (It's disgusting, but as I said, very cheap). Please also know, that the characters are probably going to be a tad OOC. I'm trying to blend two totally different words, and making everyone non-magical. Hermione, Harry, and Ron in a regular high school? Unheard of! Bella and the gang associating with wizards? Bizarre! So read! And then tell me what you think! This is my first fic of this kind, so don't forget to tell me how I'm doing!
Warning: There is going to be violence in the story (hence the story's M rating. Please be aware!
Hermione's cheek bone throbbed, and she struggled to keep her eye open. She could taste the blood in her mouth and knew her lip was definitely split. Isabella lay unconscious at the end of the hall mere feet away from where Hermione was crumpled on the floor seemed like miles. She rolled onto her belly and slid snake style across the hardwood floor. She knew she would have slivers later, but that didn't matter at the moment. She slid until she was face to face with Isabella and gently stroked her fingers down her sister's nose. "Wake up. Please wake up."
The TV downstairs was blaring. The man's loud laughter filled the air. Hermione and Isabella were upstairs. Both sat quietly at a table in the corner working on their homework. They knew better than to goof off before homework was done. They knew better than to goof off at all.
When they heard the opening theme song of Jeopardy they both slammed their books shut and shoved them into their respective backpacks. Isabella tip toed as quickly as possible down the back staircase and into the kitchen, and Hermione went down the front stairs and into the laundry room. She opened the dryer, and breathing a sigh of relief when she beat the buzzer, dropped the dry clothes into the basket. She then popped open the washer and quickly switching laundry over.
In the kitchen, Isabella pulled the turkey out of the oven, placing it carefully on the stove top and replacing it with potatoes and gravy. She pulled the tin foil out of the drawer and wrapped the turkey in it while she waited for the rest of the food to cook.
By the time the closing theme was playing on the TV, both Isabella and Hermione were seated at the neatly set table- their hands folded neatly in their laps, their food placed neatly on their plates. He stumbled into the room smelling strongly of Dubra and cigarettes. The girls watched as he pulled his chair out noisily and plopped down.
"The fuck are you two staring at?" He voice was horse from years of nothing but nicotine nursed with alcohol. Their eyes shifted downward to their plates. "What the fuck is this shit?" He lifted his slice of turkey up with his fork and shook it at Isabella. "I asked you a fucking question, Isabella!" Before she could even think of answering he was out of his chair, and her sweater was twisted into his fist. "All I fucking ask of you is to make some decent food around here once in a while. What. Is. This. Shit?" His face was purple, and when Isabella saw the little vein in his forehead was twitching she knew there was no point in saying anything. "You wanna make me fucking dog food? Then you eat like a fucking dog!" With that, he threw her to the floor. Her head smacked the corner of the cabinets under the sink, and she knew she was going to have a nasty bruise there tomorrow. "Take this to your fucking sister." He shoved Isabella's plate at Hermione who took it to the floor. "You can eat down there too." Hermione nodded, and sat on the floor next to her sister.
The next morning came too soon, and Isabella's head was still throbbing when she when her alarm clock started screaming. Groaning, she shuffled quietly to the mirror, staring her own reflection down, she decided that her bruise was small enough to let be without make up. She sighed and finished dressing for school, making sure Hermione was up and ready as well. "Hermione, come on, we're going to be late." Isabella ushered her sister through the kitchen door and out into the crisp September air.
"Your forehead is pretty bad," Hermione said pointing to Isabella's face, "Why didn't you cover it up? You always cover it up."
"Just don't point it out during school." Isabella shrugged in response, pulling her bangs over the welt subconsciously.
The first day of a new year was always rough on Isabella. It was a whole new round of teachers that needed to be lied to, and prying counselors that needed to be dodged. As she waiting in line outside of her homeroom, she thought of her bruise, and hoped that no one would notice it. It was silly not to cover it up, but maybe since it was the first day, she could get away with no questions asked.
When Mr. Cullen beckoned the class in, he checking off names as the line went past him. "Name please?"
"Isabella Granger." Isabella tried to walk by with her head down, but Mr. Brandon put out a hand out to stop her.
"That's a pretty nice shiner you've got there Miss Granger, what happened to you?" His voice was concerned, but not prying in the way Isabella knew his wife to be.
Thinking fast she responded with, "Oh, Slammed into the shower door last night." She could feel the heat rise to her face in blush, but continued to her seat next to her friend Alice.
"Bella!" Alice squealed leaning over her seat and grabbing Isabella and a very tight hug. "How the hell are you? And what the hell happened to your forehead? How was your summer? Why didn't we even hang out once? Let me see your schedule. When am I gonna see you all day?" Isabella ignored all of the questions, and handed Alice her daily schedule, there was no use in attempting to catch up. Alice was a million mile a minute kind of girl. "Oh good, we have Trig and lunch together, and you've got English and French with Rosalie."
"Alice, slow down. I've missed 75 percent of what you've said." Isabella laughed, but Alice continued chattering.
"Oh- my- God! He got FINE over the summer!" Alice held the 'm' in summer as she pointed towards the front of the room. A tall copper haired boy walked in just as the first bell was ringing. Isabella nodded in agreement as Edward Masen took his seat behind Alice.
"Hey Alice, how was your summer?" As Alice went off on a tangent about visiting New York and shopping in the city with her aunt, Edward turned to Bella. "Hey." His voice was quiet enough to not interrupt Alice, but she could have sworn his eyes twinkled when he said her name.
Across the school, Hermione was already seated in homeroom nervously chewing on her thumb. Mrs. Cullen was a teacher Isabella had the year before, and the wife of Isabella's homeroom teacher. Hermione knew that Mrs. Cullen was someone who is was always on the lookout for signs of unrest at home. She needed to be careful- very careful.
Mrs. Cullen did role call as soon as the first bell rang, going backwards in alphabetical order to "spice things up" as she put it.
"Hermione Granger! I had your sister last year, nice to have you!" She was cheery, but Hermione caught her doing the "Cullen Once-Over" as Isabella had called it not too long ago. Hermione knew better than to make or hold eye contact for too long.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a tap on the shoulder. "Jesus, Hermione, you'd think a gunshot went off!" Harry sat snickering behind her.
"Sorry, I just…" Harry stopped her.
"It's fine, I get it. I saw Bella's forehead." His voice was a whisper
"Harry, it's not what you…"
"Don't make excuses. I already know." Hermione sighed. She hated that Harry knew her secret. It was one she had promised to never tell. And technically, she hadn't- Harry had guessed after seeing the bruises on Hermione's arm during swim class last spring. "I hate that he hurts you. Can I really do nothing?" Hermione shook her head.
"Please, if you're really my best friend, you won't say a word."
"Okay, you have my promise." The shook hands as the second bell rang, signifying the end of homeroom, and the start to a very long day, and a long year.
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