Ever Falling Rain
Written by: sundaym0rning
Summary: When Death-Eaters attack Hermione's home in the middle of the night , she is the only one who escapes alive. When she gets back to Hogwarts, a relationship develops...one that could tear their lives apart as they know it. ((HGDM Forbidden Romance!))
Rating: R
Pairings: HermionexDraco; HarryxGinny; RonxPadma
Chapter 1: I Truly Hate You
"I hate you!" Hermione Granger, yelled at her parents. Her brown hair fell in front of her eyes she felt a sharp pain on her left cheek. Her mother had slapped her. At once, Mrs. Granger's hand flew up to her mouth and she stared down at her daughter in horror.
"Hermione. I'm so sorry!" She whispered frantically. Hermione placed a delicate hand to her cheek and closed her eyes tight, letting a few tears leak through her eyelids. Her father's face had been drained of color. He was staring at his feet, evident fear in his expression. Hermione couldn't stop her rage at being hit.
Who ARE YOU?!" She roared. Her parents looked at her in confusion. "Where have my parents gone?" Sobs escaped her and she leaned against the wall crying. Mrs. Granger made a move toward her, her arms open wide, in an attempt to hug her, but Hermione dodged it. Placing a foot on one of the steps, her hand on the banister, she glared at her parents in anger.
"I don't know you guys anymore. In fact, I'm not sure I want to. I never want to see you again. I truly do hate you." With that, Hermione raced up the stairs and slammed her door closed.
As she lay down on her bed, Hermione thought about her parents. They had been acting so strange lately. Their eyes seemed distant, anxious, afraid. Their voices were quiet and fearful. Their lives were sharp and bordered on ridiculous. They had all of a sudden seemed like they were scared of any loud noise or suprising movement. Hermione had come home in June of her fifth year, and their new lives began, leaving the old one behind.
Hermione hated her parent's actions. Every one of their smiles was forced and tight. They no longer spent days lounging around the house in their pyjamas. All they did was work, eat, and sleep. Whenever they were with their daughter, they seemed to get emotional or uptight, so she let them be. But it wouldn't be long before Hermione understood why.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The familiar noise resonaded through their house and kept on going for about three seconds. As Hermione sat up in her bed, alarmed, she thought over the sounds and recognized them almost immediately. APPARATERS! Hermione smiled slightly. Wizards were in her house, which had something to do with the magical world: her home. Looking at the digital clock on her bedside table, she read 2:48. A.M. In the MORNING! Something clenched in Hermione's stomach; something was wrong. Something was...very, VERY, wrong.
She flipped the sheet off her body and gently walked to her bedroom door, wearing nothing but a pair of flannel pyjama pants and a tank-top. She opened her door, and made her way as quietly as possible down her stairs. When she was at the hallway leading to the kitchen and television room, Hermione looked in from the shadows and saw something that stopped her heart.
At least fifteen Death-Eaters stood in her television room, pointing their wands at two tired-looking people. Her parents! Hermione put a hand over her mouth in terror. Even if she wanted to be heard, she didn't think her voice would have worked right then anyway. It was the kind of fear that clenched around your heart and soul and did not let go.
"Where's the girl?" One of the Death-Eater's hissed. Mr. Granger spit in the figure's face. The Death-Eater stuck his wand in her father's face and he gulped in fear. The other Death-Eaters snickered, labeling him a coward.
"Muggle! We had a deal, either you die now and we kill her later, or we kill her now and spare you. What is your decision?" The Death-Eater said from under his faceless white mask. Her mother looked the person straight in the face defiantly.
"We made our decision a long time ago. It still hasn't changed, nor WOULD it have changed!" Her mother yelled. Hermione backed further against the wall in fear.
"You are foolish, Muggle! She will die anyway, no matter what you do. Because of the trouble this will put us through, you will go slowly." After a moment, the Death-Eater added, "When the Dark Lord reigns, all Muggles and their filthy offspring will." Her mother and father looked at the Death-Eaters, knowing they were defeated, that there was no chance of their escape. But there was a chance for their daughter, and so they took that chance. No matter what the cost to them. Her mother looked over through the kitchen and gazed directly at Hermione. Hermione was sure there was no way she would have been able to see her, but her mother still cried out, "Hermione, I'm so sorry. I love you, baby." Then, the Death-Eaters yelled out "CRUCIO!" and her parents screams filled the air.
Hermione slammed her hands against her ears and stumbled up the stairs, closing her door behind her, grabbing her backpack and slamming as many belongings as she could into it. Her parents were still screaming, agony-filled screams...she couldn't handle it, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She knew what she had to do. Not even taking the time to put on a pair of shoes, she opened her window and carefully stuck her foot out onto the tree branch that was protruding from the trunk. Suprisingly, the frail thing held her weight and she prudently crawled to the tree trunk. She slid down too quickly though, and fell back, scraping her cheek on the pavement of her driveway. She put her fingers there to see them covered in red. The street-lamps were not bright at all, and it took a moment for her to find her back-pack, which had fallen off of her back.
Hermione turned her head around to look at her home, tears slipping down her face in pain and fear. Her parents screams could still be heard, yet, from inside. Abruptly, the screams stopped, and a bright flash of green light was seen through the windows. Hermione knew at once that they were gone, and she was never going to see them again. She slung her bag over her shoulder and took off into the darkness of the night.
This time, she did not look back.
What did you think? I hope you liked it. There was a lot of angst.
Please drop me a review and tell me what you think. Should I continue this story or leave it as a one-shot?
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-sundaym0rning-
