Authors Note: This story is 'Harry and his Hermione', originally wrote on the account HarrysMaster1 however due to the account being lost I am rewriting the story onto this new account where I will continue to update it. Furthermore if someone would like to beta this please PM me, it would be greatly appreciated. In addition, although they will possibly never read this due to my last contact being with them over 8 months ago thanks to UsernmeInvalidGoAway and Man of Constant Sorrow(If they read this please PM) due to their help with the old version of this story. Lastly, I now have a laptop so I will actually be able to upload properly now. (I will not be able to post pictures or answer PM till 6 pm GMT (26/12/16)due to site restrictions on new accounts)

It was a Friday, Dull. Vernon Dursley had just arrived home from work, the car ride had been terrible. Long, inefficient and most of all boring. Looking around the living room he looked for imperfections in the job his slave had done. Noticing a slight crumb on the carpet Vernon shouted,"BOY GET OUT OF YOUR ROOM AND INTO THIS ROOM IN THE NEXT 5 SECONDS OR I'LL…"
Harry rushing out of his cupboard hastily ran into the living room asked,"Yes Uncle? What would you like?"
"I AM TIRED OF YOUR RIDICULOUS STANDARD OF WORK A PUPPY COULD DO BETTER THEN YOU! YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE YOU SOD!" Vernon screamed in his deep voice, swinging at Harry's head, to which Harry stumbled backwards. Vernon grabbing the rotten blanket from the boy's room threw it at Harry before disappearing into the kitchen. Harry slowly and unsurely moved towards the front door, looking almost drunk, upon seeing the pan Vernon was holding Harry started to run. Before fading out of consciousness the last Harry seen was the swings in the park, rapidly collapsing due to the concussion.

(Location: Granger's House)

"Daddy can I go to the library?", asked a small girl.
"Of course dear, as long as your mother accepts.", replied the father.

After getting permission from her mother to go to the library the little girl walked through and out of the house and out into the fresh summer air. While walking the girls' thoughts were plagued with loneliness, "Why don't people like me? I know I'm ugly and can be overbearing but can not one single person like me?". Turning to take a shortcut to the library through a lush green park, she passed what she believed to be a bunch of ragged clothes and a rotten child blanket, taking little notice of this she passed without much thought. Mere seconds later she heard a moan of pain, looking behind her she didn't see anyone, bar the 'rubbish' she had seen. Looking closer she noticed a face! She crouched to look lying upon the grass in front of her.

Hearing another moan from the figure, it moved, revealing bruises, cuts and scars. Innerly screaming the girl tried to figure out what to do to. She was a level-headed girl, logically minded, but nothing had/could have prepared her for this. Deciding against all logic to take the boy home, an urge driving her. An internal monologue started in her head, "How can I get this person home?"
"I could probably carry him."
"True but what if I hurt him?"
"Stop arguing with yourself and do what your heart says." Using what many would later say was adrenaline she attempted to pick him up and succeeding, she walked home, only being plagued by the thought, "He's so light and small."

"Hermione is that you? Why are you back so early? It has not even been ten minutes?" Emma (Hermione's mum) asked from the study.
"Um, help? Come into the living room please?", the effects of what she had done sinking in.
Exiting the study and walking briskly into the living room, Emma was shocked, "Why have you brought these ragged clothes home?"
"They're not just that mummy…" Hermione started before being interrupted.
"Dan!" called Emma, noticing the near silent groan being emitted from within the clothes.
"Yes?"
"Come here, quickly!"
As he reached the living room his wife filled him in before leaving to get a first aid kit, hoping it would be enough. Leaving him alone with his daughter.

"Why is this… this… boy in your arms?" He finally managed to stammer.
"I couldn't leave him, daddy, he's unconscious."
"But why not come get us?" He asked.
"I don't… don't know." she stammered.

Emma rushing in immediately started to work on the boy's face, which none had yet been able to see clearly because of the that had been covering it. Upon it being uncovered Hermione gasped at the many cuts and bruises upon his face. When Emma finished she put the first aid kit away and went into the kitchen with Dan to make some food and to sort out their emotions. When her parents left Hermione started crying, lulling her into a deep sleep with the boy still cradled in her arms. Emma after finishing up in the kitchen peered back into the living room and swiftly thought, "They look so cute." smiling she returned to the kitchen.