Author's Note: I have already written it the whole thing but it will be up to the fans who want to read it. For every three reviews I will update. I'm sure by now you all already know that I am not J.K. Rowling and without her wonderful mind I would not be writing this. It's rating has come from later chapters and like I said before, if you want to read them I am requiring at least three reviews for each chapter. Recognition comes with those reviewsmight I add.
Anywho, let me get to the story. It's a short chapter but hopefully enough to lure you in.
Chapter One
It was raining, just like it had been the day before, and the day before that. It was the last week of summer and Hermione would do just about anything to escape the yelling and pounding of her father.
She studied the bruises on her cheek, the cut on her chest. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red. Her lips were chapped and her heart felt so broke. She looked down at the cover up and then caked it on her face and her chest.
Hermione tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at herself once more. She swallowed hard, blinking back tears; she could hear her sister crying. She only wished that she could take Ada with her to school, but she didn't qualify for a witch.
And then her dad started yelling again. "You have no right telling me what to do, whore!" Hermione bit into her lip, grabbing a vase that her father's mother had made. She clenched her teeth and opened her bedroom door. She walked to the top of the stairs and watched her father slap her mother. He was the devil in the flesh, Hermione had guessed. She glared at him and he looked up finally noticing her.
"What do you want, witch?" he spat. She kept her weak but miserable stare on him. "Well…get out of her if you've nothing to say?" Hermione swallowed and stepped back out of his view. He continued yelling and hurting her mother. Claudia Granger screamed and in it echoed her emotions, feeling like no one could hear her.
"I'll kill you if you don't shut up." Hermione clenched her jaw again and then walked down the stairs, holding the vase tightly, it beginning to crack under the pressure. Hermione walked up to him and threw the vase at his head. He stood up almost straight, in a daze, blood trickling from his forehead. His hands reached for her throat, but she pulled out her wand from her back pocket and pointed it at his throat.
"I'll kill you if you don't stop hurting us." Hermione said dully. Hermione applied pressure to the wand and sparks started coming out the end and shocking him. He fell limp and then to the ground. Hermione swallowed once again.
She looked at Claudia and then grabbed her by the hand. She sniffed, licked her lips and then said, "We need to leave. I'm sure the Weasley's won't mind if we stay there."
"Hermione, I can't," she said through a watery voice. "I have a job. It's not that easy."
"It IS that easy if he hurts Ada, mum, and he already did. The only reason she didn't tell you is because she didn't want him to hurt you again!" Hermione yelled. "I'm going to pack my stuff and we're leaving." She turned and went upstairs. Ada was waiting outside of her room. Hermione looked at her.
"Are we going?" Ada asked.
"Yeah," Hermione said nodding her head.