Chapter 1
Disrupted Life
While humming "Skater Boi" Hermione Granger threw a knee high white cotton skirt over her shoulder along with a matching jacket and a soft pink tank top. Grabbing her toiletries and heading off towards her adjoining bathroom, she looked herself over in a mirror before slipping into her shower. She stood about 5'6, she was pretty tall for a 15 year old girl. Her hair was a bushy golden brown, it had always been bushy, although recently it had tamed a little. Her complexion wasn't exactly white but an off tanish color. With one last glance to her cinnamon colored eyes, she slipped into her steaming hot shower.
She sat at her vanity in her indigo and maroon room. Her walls where a deep indigo, accented with pictures of her friends and family and a few landscapes beautifully done by her mother Renee. The curtains and the bedspread where various colors of green while the carpet was maroon. Hermione gradually applied a small amount of makeup. After Piling her golden brown hair on top of her head she slipped on her sandals and walked into the living room.
She glanced at the clock on the farthest wall of the living wall and sighed heavily in was already 7:45p.m. and she was to meet with the rest of the gang at 8:30. She laughed to herself, 'You have plenty of time 'Mione'!' She scolded herself often. Just as she was heading out of the house her father staggered in drunk.
"Where do you 'sink you goin?" his words were slurred.
She sighed heavily; he came in drunk every night since Renee, her mother, had died in a car accident almost a year ago. It hurt to think about her but at least she was in much better shape then her father. He was always drunk and he'd bring even drunker women home with him from the bar a lot of the time. He had begun to get violent. Anyone who was introduced to her father would recognize him as an alcoholic immediately. He probably would be fired from him job if he hadn't been the owner.
" Remember I'm going to hang out with Harry, and Ron and a few others?"
He stumbled slightly, "No! You ain't goin nowheres!" He cursed angrily under his breath as he advanced on her.
Hermione backed up and gave a cry of alarm as his hand came crashing down against her cheek. The force of the smack hurt badly as she backed up against the wall, she cried out again and tears sprung from her eyes as she suddenly became her fathers personal punching bag. That was until Hewett Granger slammed her up against the wall and a picture of Renee fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. Hewett sank to his knees and sobbed. When he glanced to where Hermione lay he glared at her menacingly and hollered, "Get out of here you filthy freak! I hate you!"
Hermione struggled to her feet and out the door. Her thoughts scattered as she began to stumble around in pain. 'How could he have done this to her? He was her father!' She admitted to herself that she had seen this coming. She walked passed a window, the streetlight gave her a reflection and she cringed as she discovered the various cuts upon her face and she could only fear the ugly bruises that would show tomorrow. Along with her new black eye she solemnly spluttered that it could be worse, she could be seriously hurt or dead for that matter.
She was still wandering around an hour later, not knowing where she was going. Her heart lifted when she recalled Harry's story of the knight bus. She lifted her wand and repeated what Harry had once done. In mere minutes the knight bus had arrived and she was aboard before her mind registered the warmth of relief. She passed out but not before she listed her destination as 'The Leaky Cauldron'.
" You know Severus you really should lighten up a bit. Besides this meeting is about your betrothed, Hermione Vanderhorn."
Severus gritted his teeth to keep from chewing out his younger brother. Severus Snape grew up in a rather large and wealthy family. He had two younger brothers Socrates and Siculus and an older sister Sibylla, who had died during childbirth with twins, out of the three only one survived. He had his parents, grandparent and a number of uncles, aunts, and cousins, not to mention nieces and nephews. Hermione Vanderhorn whom as, soon as she was born had been doomed to marry him, disappeared out of her crib at the age 8 months old. That was 15 almost 16 years ago. He tried his hardest to ignore Socrates.
"I don't see why half of the Ministry of Magic has to bee here though." Socrates replied with a dazed and confused look plastered upon his face.
Severus growled, "Why won't you just shut up? The answer to your unbelievably stupid question is that her family is powerful and they have been looking for her for more years than you can count. So stop being an imbecile!"
"Huh? What was that? I didn't quite catch that." Socrates teased.
Sick and tired of his games Severus beamed his empty plastic cup at Socrates' head, "Well catch this!"
Siculus caught the cup before it hit Socrates.
Siculus being the middle child always interfered. Thrym their eldest uncle on their father's side interrupted them. "Boys you need to get your acts together. Severus you need to settle. Socrates your brother is being serious. Please cease in acting like an airhead."
Thrym's brother Chrion stated eyeing is nephew in amusement, "He was trying to say that since the whole wizarding world has been looking for her."
Siculus interrupted and continued Chiron's sentence, "So they are all here. Oy! For Crice sake can you to stop glaring at each other? You two always act like this when you get around one another."
Severus sighed heavily and strained his eyes towards the front, just as a scuff looking man barged in from the street. Seconds after another man waltzed in and nestled in his arms was a beaten up Hermione Granger.
She lay motionless like a helpless little rag doll wrapped in rags. Several teachers stood and rushed towards her, among them was Severus.
Severus scoped up the young girl and placed her into his arms, hurrying out of the main part of the inn and into a room upstairs. McGonagall, Pomfey, Lupin, Dumbledore, and Sirius Black quickly fallowed behind him.
Severus gently laid Hermione on the bed, when he pulled back he thought he saw a glowing light but when he tried to look closer it wasn't there. He scolded himself 'You fool your seeing things. Just exit the room slowly and carefully, go back to the meeting concerning Hermione Vanderhorn.wait a minute.no no! You're insane! There is no way she's Hermione Vanderhorn.'
Disrupted Life
While humming "Skater Boi" Hermione Granger threw a knee high white cotton skirt over her shoulder along with a matching jacket and a soft pink tank top. Grabbing her toiletries and heading off towards her adjoining bathroom, she looked herself over in a mirror before slipping into her shower. She stood about 5'6, she was pretty tall for a 15 year old girl. Her hair was a bushy golden brown, it had always been bushy, although recently it had tamed a little. Her complexion wasn't exactly white but an off tanish color. With one last glance to her cinnamon colored eyes, she slipped into her steaming hot shower.
She sat at her vanity in her indigo and maroon room. Her walls where a deep indigo, accented with pictures of her friends and family and a few landscapes beautifully done by her mother Renee. The curtains and the bedspread where various colors of green while the carpet was maroon. Hermione gradually applied a small amount of makeup. After Piling her golden brown hair on top of her head she slipped on her sandals and walked into the living room.
She glanced at the clock on the farthest wall of the living wall and sighed heavily in was already 7:45p.m. and she was to meet with the rest of the gang at 8:30. She laughed to herself, 'You have plenty of time 'Mione'!' She scolded herself often. Just as she was heading out of the house her father staggered in drunk.
"Where do you 'sink you goin?" his words were slurred.
She sighed heavily; he came in drunk every night since Renee, her mother, had died in a car accident almost a year ago. It hurt to think about her but at least she was in much better shape then her father. He was always drunk and he'd bring even drunker women home with him from the bar a lot of the time. He had begun to get violent. Anyone who was introduced to her father would recognize him as an alcoholic immediately. He probably would be fired from him job if he hadn't been the owner.
" Remember I'm going to hang out with Harry, and Ron and a few others?"
He stumbled slightly, "No! You ain't goin nowheres!" He cursed angrily under his breath as he advanced on her.
Hermione backed up and gave a cry of alarm as his hand came crashing down against her cheek. The force of the smack hurt badly as she backed up against the wall, she cried out again and tears sprung from her eyes as she suddenly became her fathers personal punching bag. That was until Hewett Granger slammed her up against the wall and a picture of Renee fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. Hewett sank to his knees and sobbed. When he glanced to where Hermione lay he glared at her menacingly and hollered, "Get out of here you filthy freak! I hate you!"
Hermione struggled to her feet and out the door. Her thoughts scattered as she began to stumble around in pain. 'How could he have done this to her? He was her father!' She admitted to herself that she had seen this coming. She walked passed a window, the streetlight gave her a reflection and she cringed as she discovered the various cuts upon her face and she could only fear the ugly bruises that would show tomorrow. Along with her new black eye she solemnly spluttered that it could be worse, she could be seriously hurt or dead for that matter.
She was still wandering around an hour later, not knowing where she was going. Her heart lifted when she recalled Harry's story of the knight bus. She lifted her wand and repeated what Harry had once done. In mere minutes the knight bus had arrived and she was aboard before her mind registered the warmth of relief. She passed out but not before she listed her destination as 'The Leaky Cauldron'.
" You know Severus you really should lighten up a bit. Besides this meeting is about your betrothed, Hermione Vanderhorn."
Severus gritted his teeth to keep from chewing out his younger brother. Severus Snape grew up in a rather large and wealthy family. He had two younger brothers Socrates and Siculus and an older sister Sibylla, who had died during childbirth with twins, out of the three only one survived. He had his parents, grandparent and a number of uncles, aunts, and cousins, not to mention nieces and nephews. Hermione Vanderhorn whom as, soon as she was born had been doomed to marry him, disappeared out of her crib at the age 8 months old. That was 15 almost 16 years ago. He tried his hardest to ignore Socrates.
"I don't see why half of the Ministry of Magic has to bee here though." Socrates replied with a dazed and confused look plastered upon his face.
Severus growled, "Why won't you just shut up? The answer to your unbelievably stupid question is that her family is powerful and they have been looking for her for more years than you can count. So stop being an imbecile!"
"Huh? What was that? I didn't quite catch that." Socrates teased.
Sick and tired of his games Severus beamed his empty plastic cup at Socrates' head, "Well catch this!"
Siculus caught the cup before it hit Socrates.
Siculus being the middle child always interfered. Thrym their eldest uncle on their father's side interrupted them. "Boys you need to get your acts together. Severus you need to settle. Socrates your brother is being serious. Please cease in acting like an airhead."
Thrym's brother Chrion stated eyeing is nephew in amusement, "He was trying to say that since the whole wizarding world has been looking for her."
Siculus interrupted and continued Chiron's sentence, "So they are all here. Oy! For Crice sake can you to stop glaring at each other? You two always act like this when you get around one another."
Severus sighed heavily and strained his eyes towards the front, just as a scuff looking man barged in from the street. Seconds after another man waltzed in and nestled in his arms was a beaten up Hermione Granger.
She lay motionless like a helpless little rag doll wrapped in rags. Several teachers stood and rushed towards her, among them was Severus.
Severus scoped up the young girl and placed her into his arms, hurrying out of the main part of the inn and into a room upstairs. McGonagall, Pomfey, Lupin, Dumbledore, and Sirius Black quickly fallowed behind him.
Severus gently laid Hermione on the bed, when he pulled back he thought he saw a glowing light but when he tried to look closer it wasn't there. He scolded himself 'You fool your seeing things. Just exit the room slowly and carefully, go back to the meeting concerning Hermione Vanderhorn.wait a minute.no no! You're insane! There is no way she's Hermione Vanderhorn.'