He Was There When the Other Wasn't
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; it all belongs to J.K. Rowling, my idol.
A/N: This is my 'first' fan fic so be nice lol. I did post one a while ago but I didn't like it so I took it down. I'm looking to rewrite, then maybe I'll repost it. But here is the other 'first fan fic'. I got inspiration to write a story like this from another story which I enjoy very much.
Summary: Hermione is in an abusive marriage with Ron Weasley that has lasted almost seven years. She has finally had enough so she takes her two children Rose; five years old, and Hugo; three years old to a place where she knows Ron won't find them. There a new romance blooms.
Chapter 1: Leaving
Hermione fled to her bedroom, all the while Ron's screaming echoed from downstairs. She flung the door open to reveal her two children, Rose and Hugo, huddled together, eyes wide with fear. She ran to them and putting her arms around them whispered, "It's going to be alright dears, don't worry."
"But daddy…" whimpered Rose.
"I know sweetie, just sit tight. I'll be back in a moment," and with that she kissed their foreheads, withdrew her wand, and left, shutting the door behind her.
Her arms were aching where Ron had grabbed her and shook her violently. Mustering all her courage she could, she faced her raging husband.
"Ron, please let's not fight," she pleaded with him through tears. He came closer to her, fury written all over his face, and hit her in her cheek. She inhaled sharply and fell to the floor, her hand flying to the place where his curled fist collided with the bone.
The argument had begun over the fact that she wouldn't have sex with him because she was busy cleaning and just was not in the mood. He had taken it the wrong way, thinking that she was having an affair. After many failed attempts to prove that she wasn't, he had had enough with her begging and pleading and slapped her. She was fully aware that Rose and Hugo could here their debacle and she was truly sorry
"Hermione, why would you do that to me?" Ron hissed, glaring at his sobbing wife. He picked her up by her arm, making her cringe and shut her eyes with pain. He was too much in a rage to notice that he was hurting her. "Why?" he questioned again, more harshly than before.
"I'm not having an affair Ronald, why don't you believe me?" she sobbed quietly, looking into his eyes. She saw nothing but anger and hatred. "Please, believe me."
"Why should I? You're just a little, promiscuous whore aren't you Hermione? How can I even be sure that Hugo and Rosie are MY kids?" he spat, throwing her on the couch.
Anger surged through her at his remark. She stood up quickly, jabbing her wand in his stomach she said, barely audible but just enough for him to hear her, "Take that back Ronald Billius Weasley. You know perfectly well that those two are yours."
Fear flashed through his features but was gone an instant later. He snorted and glared at her. "No," he growled," I still don't believe you, slut." With that, Hermione hit his arm as hard as she could.
"Ow," she murmured as she rubbed her knuckles.
He chuckled darkly. "You really think that hurt me?" He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was not clutching her wand firmly and pushed her. She fell to the floor again. Cursing quietly, she got up. She had had enough of his abuse and brought her wand up. Ron froze on the spot. He was now at the mercy of the most brilliant witch of his time; his wife. Before he could register the situation and stop her she silently shot a sleeping charm at him.
He dropped to the floor in gentle slumber. The spell guaranteed that the slumberer will stay asleep for a full eight hours. She sighed in relief. She didn't want to have to do that. Stumbling to the bathroom she examined her appearance in the mirror. A large bruise was already forming on her cheek. She cast a glamour charm, covering it up temporarily. But there was nothing she could about the marks on her arms and wrist. Deciding to wear long sleeved shirts until they healed she made her way upstairs.
She opened the door to her bedroom and silently stepped in. Walking over to the two trembling children she said gently," Pack some things, we're leaving."
Rose looked up at her mother. "Where?" she questioned shakily.
"To someone who will hopefully let us into his home," Hermione said quietly.
Minutes later, Rose, Hermione, and Hugo in her arms were standing in front of their house. "Why are we leaving daddy, mummy?" Rose asked, staring straight ahead. For being only five, she understood perfectly why they were leaving daddy.
"Because we have to sweetie." Rose only looked at her mother and nodded.
Hermione piled Rose and Hugo and the few things they were taking with them into the car, took out a piece of parchment from her pocket and stared at the address until her eyes hurt from the dim light.
Stuffing the parchment into her pocket, she turned the car on and drove away into the night, away from the man she loved, and out of her old life. She hoped desperately that he would let her and her two precious children in. And if he didn't, she wouldn't know what to do.
A/N: Sorry it's a little short. I was copying it from my notebook and my eyes are beginning to get tired lol. So tell me what you thought, whether you liked it or not I would still like reviews. And tell me if I need to improve upon it. If you want to know the title of the story I got my inspiration from then pm me .