Life Of Lies
By: Glossy10
Canon 'till halfway though HBP, but Sirius is still alive.
Hey. This is a my first fanfic and has been stuck in my head for ages, to the point of creating new chapters in my sleep (please tell me that's normal) :D
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, J.K Rowling owns all things Harry Potter. I also own none of the song lyrics used in this story.
Prologue...
A lone man walked down the empty street towards the 'Central London Orphanage' his platinum blonde hair tied elegantly with black ribbon, and carrying a tiny pink bundle in a small woven basket.
As he placed a kiss to the infants dark brown curls he carefully put the engraved gold necklace around her neck, silently cast a long lasting glamour charm and placed the basket on the doorstep. "Goodbye my beautiful Mya" he whispered with tears falling down his pale cheeks "I promise will we meet again when it is safe".
With that he turned around and slowly walked away before apparating to Zabini Manor.
17 years later...
Hermione Granger slowly picked herself off the hard stone floor of the basement cringing when she hit a particularly nasty bruise on her cracked ribs.
She slowly crept up the stairs and let out a sigh of relief when she saw her adoptive father passed out on the couch.
She tiptoed past the door she quietly climbed the stairs and into her room shutting the door silently behind her. She walked over to the white crib and smiled down at her baby daughter. After pulling the covers more securely around her, she crept over to her double bed, sliding in next to her son, she fingered the gold pendant around her neck, and contemplated how cruel the fates had been to her so far.
Her life was one never ending nightmare.
After living in an orphanage for two years, she was adopted by The Grangers and thought her prayers were finally answered, Which they were, until she started to show signs of magic.
When she was eight her father started to beat her up. At first it wasn't too bad. Just a few slaps here and there, but as her magic got stronger, so did his anger.
John Granger wasn't an ordinary muggle. No, he and his wife Maria were a pureblood couple in hiding from Lord Voldemort. They had gone to the orphanage to adopt a muggle child and make their covers more realistic. Unfortunately Hermione was a witch. He used the crutiatus curse on her so much that by the time she was seventeen she was showing signs of immunity to the curse.
Then he started to rape her. The first time he raped her was when she was ten. She remembered it like it was yesterday. He had heard her singing in her room when she thought he was out.
He stormed upstairs and into the terrified girls room, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her downstairs. He opened the basement door and threw her down the stairs walking down behind her. With a flick of his wand he had he had her naked and chained to a bed in the middle of the room.
Climbing on top of Hermione he forced her legs apart and thrust into her. Hermione screamed and thrashed about tears rolling down her cheeks, not caring that in her struggle she had dislocated her shoulders, all she felt was pain. After only a few minutes the pain became too much and hermione welcome the pain free darkness of unconsciousness.
The only good thing about the pain was her two children it gave her. Her three year old son Aiden, and her six month old baby girl Leah. She had Aiden near the end of her third year at Hogwarts when she was fourteen, and Leah at the end of her sixth year at seventeen.
Although her adoptive father was an abusive bastard, her adoptive mother was a kind woman who Hermione trusted to take care of her children when she was in school.
Everyone thought her life was perfect, smartest witch of her age, head girl, one third of 'The Golden Trio' and 'The Gryffindor Princess'.
But things are never really as they seem.
So that is the first chaper. Please read & review and please no flames. Constructive criticism is always welcome! I hope it's okay.
I'll try to update regularly. =D
Xox Glossy10 xoX