Drip... drop... drip... drop!
The small girl, a younger Hermione Granger, curled up into a ball under the table. She heard the blood of her older brother dripping down from his many wounds. There was nothing she could do about it, though. The rage of her father had come out, and it wasn't finished. No, now she had to endure the screams of her devastated mother being mercilessly raped.
She wanted to scream, but that would notify her father that she was still awake; and no, she did not want her father to know that she was still awake after her bed-time. Stop it! Please, you re hurting her! Why can t you see that? Please, why have you done this to us? The young girl pleaded silently, she just wanted it to stop.
She couldn't take it, the blood was turning her normally straight and beautiful blonde hair red and tangled.
Go! A voice that sounded familiar, like her brother, urged her on.
She stopped thinking about consequence. Up the stairs, she ran, down the hall, and into her parents' room. "STOP!" she screamed. "Please Father, you're hurting her! What is wrong with you?"
The outburst broke his concentration. He stopped molesting his young wife s body, and turned on his daughter. "What are you doing up at this time of night?" he snarled. He didn't see the woman pulling out a Muggle handgun from under her pillow. The young child blanched at both of her parents.
"Answer me, now!" he raised his fist.
"Christopher Douglas Gaetz! If you dare touch her, I swear I will kill you!" her mother yelled. He looked at her, and the gun didn't seem to even faze him. He jumped at her.
Before anyone knew what was happening, there was loud bang! and a dying man bleeding his life away on white, Egyptian cotton sheets.
The young mother took her remaining child by the hand, collected a bagful of clothes and left the house; it ranked of death.
Hermione Granger screamed before she realized that the memory was only a dream.