This is my second attempt to write fanfiction. I am not a native speaker so please excuse any mistakes :) Hope you like the story
I dont own anything.
Hermione Granger was a normal teenage girl at the age of 13. Well, as normal as you can be, considering that she was a witch and about to start her third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had been positively ecstatic when she had gotten her Hogwarts letter two years ago…much to the displeasure of her parents who were none-magical people, muggles, and had a hard time coming around the fact that their daughter was special. Things between Hermione and her parents had never been the same since that day and it had only gotten worse ever since she had returned after her first year.
Hermione was currently cowering under her bed sheets with her favourite book "Hogwarts – A History" … not that she did not know the book by heart already…but she enjoyed reading it nevertheless and it had a calming effect on her…mostly because she knew that she would be returning to school in less than two weeks.
Hermione's thoughts drifted to the memories of her holidays she had had till now…they were not exactly happy nor pleasant memories. Her mother had been cold and distant towards her, spending as much time as possible away from her and ignoring her whenever Hermione would ask something or just be around her.
Her father on the other hand had taken to going out drinking with his friends and then come home late at night, mostly drunk, sometimes absolutely thrashed. He would come up to Hermione's room and beat her senseless for being a witch or just for existing. Tonight had not been different. Her father had come home late, stumbled up to her room and started slapping and beating her as soon as she was within his reach. Luckily for Hermione the torture had stopped after only a few minutes and her father had left her to nurse her injuries. The angry red marks and welts would be hard to cover up in the morning and the old bruises from previous nights still had not vanished but were shining in vicious green and purple. Seeing the frequency and force with which her father beat her, Hermione knew that there would still be large visible bruises by the time she was due to leave for school.
Hermione closed her book. School…she had to start thinking about covering up for school soon. Surely someone would notice her appearance…if not her two best friends Harry and Ron than her favourite teacher, mentor and Head of House, Professor McGonagall. Well, it was kind of hard not to notice really. Hermione was skinnier than usual, her skin palter, making the marks of her beatings appear even more vicious and her usually shining brown eyes were now looking dull and full of pain…anyone looking closely at her would see almost instantly that something was not right.
At least she had finished her homework already so that she woud not be put in detention before the school year even started…and she had owl-ordered all of her supplies for the year ahead already. Only thing was that she really needed new robes and she really like to have a pet…someone to love her…but that were things she could get on her first trip to Hogsmead. Luckily for her, her mother had at least signed the form for her.
Well…it was no use thinking about that now. School was due to start in less than two weeks and she just had to wait and see what would happen.
One thing was for sure…ANYTHING would be better than staying with her birth parents…and with that she turned off her bedside light and went to sleep.
So did you like it??? let me know :) I'll try and post the next chapter soon...but Im a bit busy with uni at the moment...sorry