Hello everyone, this is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it. Some of the content can be brutal, so this is just a warning to anyone who cant handle blood or swearing. This story is based off of the novels by J. K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: The Slave
"Get off the floor you bitch!" Screamed Hermione's father.
"Try and fight me back with your so called magic! O yes, that's right! I have your wand!" Mr. Granger kicked his only daughter in the stomach, causing her to cry out in pain. He smelled like alcohol again, which made Hermione's stomach churn. Ever since her mom moved out, her father had been drinking heavily, and beating her constantly.
"It's your fault your mother moved away whore! I am ashamed to even call you my daughter!" Mr. Granger pulled Hermione by her hair and dragged her across the room so that she was in the corner. He slapped her hard across the face, causing her to spit blood on the floor.
He continued to kick her in the ribs, causing them to snap like tree branches, and when he finally picked her up by her one arm, she resembled that of a rag doll that went through a paper shredder.
"Now next time I get home bitch," He screamed. "I want my dinner ready and on the table! Do you understand me?!"
"yyyeess" Hermione managed to choke out between sobs.
Mr. Granger kicked her in the arm one last time, and then slammed the door behind him, leaving a broken Hermione on the floor for the fifth night in a row. Ever since her mom left, Hermione was receiving beatings on a daily basis. Her wand was taken from her in her sleep, and her father confiscated all of her letters from her friends, and forced her to stay indoors at all times.
When the pain subsided a bit, she managed to crawl on her hands and knees to the bathroom, and started the hot water in the tub. She looked at herself in her full length mirror in her purple bathroom, and saw a girl she didn't even know. No one would have guessed that this was Hermione Granger. Her appearance resembled a one of a boxer, or a street fighter. Cuts and bruises covered practically every inch of her once creamy skin, and her figure was much too thin, due to the lack of food she was given by her drunken father.
To top everything off, Hermione, couldn't even change her appearance with magic. She still had a little skelegrow that she borrowed from Madam Pomfrey in 4th year. She took this potion often, because her father was breaking bones faster then she could heal them. Hermione reached up on the bathroom counter, and retrieved the potion. She drank a teaspoon, and waited for the angry sensation of pain to subside. She ran hot water in her bathtub, and managed to lift herself into it.
She let the calm water wash over her, and clear all of the blood away. School was not far off. "Just a few more weeks, and I will be free forever." Hermione whispered. She began to sob again, and rested her head in her hands. She missed Harry and Ron, and she missed school and the old life she once knew before her mother abandoned her. Hermione hated her mother for what she had done to her. She left her with her twisted father who got pleasure out of causing pain. Hermione closed her eyes, and imagined a life that was good.
"I would have parents who loved me and who were proud to call me their daughter." She thought. Hermione lay in the tub for a long time, crying and washing her wounds. She had dark bruises all over her skin, and her rib cage was visible. She lifted her body from the tub, and pulled a towel from the rack, wrapping it around her frail body. Crawling back into her room, she tried to be as quiet as possible.
Her father was most likely passed out by now, but she was never sure, and would not risk him coming into her room again and beating her. She needed rest so badly. Hermione crawled onto her bed, and took out some gauze from the nightstand table. She wrapped it around her waist, and arms, to help the cuts stop bleeding. She reached for her CD player and headphones, and listened to her favorite song by Coldplay.
Come
up to meet you, Tell you I'm sorry, You don't know how lovely you
are I had to find you, Tell you I need you, Tell you I set
you apart Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions,
Aww let's go back to the start Runnin' in circles[sounds like Comin' our tails, Heads on the science apart Nobody
said it was easy I was just guessin', At numbers
and figures, Pullin' the puzzles apart Questions of
science, Science and progress, Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, Come back to haunt me, Oh when I rush to
the start Runnin' in circles[sounds like Chasin' our
tails, Comin' back as we are Nobody said it was easy Ahhooooooooooooooooo
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody
said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Aww
take me back to the start
Aww
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No
one ever said it would be so hard
I'm goin' back to the start
Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo
Ahhooooooooooooooooo
As Hermione listened to the lyrics, she imagined someone coming to rescue her from her father, and taking her away to a good life. But even she knew that it would never happen, and she could never escape from this life she knew. School was starting in a week, and Hermione had no clue how she would beg her dad to let her go. She just knew that Hogwarts is where she belonged, and that she would do anything to get there, even make friends with a Malfoy. Hermione chuckled at the thought, and drifted off into a sleep full of nightmares and the sick laugh of her father.
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"Mr. Malfoy sir," Squeaked a tiny house elf.
"Sir, Quimmy was told to wake master up." The house elf went over to Draco's king sized bed, and started pulling on the covers to try and get his attention. Draco just snored louder.
"Sir," Quimmy said a little louder. Quimmy opened the large green drapes, revealing a bright sun. Draco began to stir.
"Damn, put that light out! Have you no respect for my beauty sleep?!" Draco asked grumpily.
"Sir, Quimmy was just doing what Malfoy Senior commanded. Master commanded Quimmy to wake up Draco sire." The house elf was shaking from head to toe.
"Fuck my father and his stupid wake up times." Draco said as he stormed out of his bedroom and slammed his bathroom door.
Draco stepped into the black marble shower, and let the hot water run over his well toned body that he grew into from many hours of quiddich practice. The Malfoy's had always been well known for their accomplishments, and it was never accepted to fail. Draco knew this well from the many beatings he had received from his father for letting the mud blood Granger score higher then him in school, or for letting the bloody boy-who-will-not-die beat him in quiddich.
His body had several scars from times when he was very careless, or just didn't care to follow the rules. He hated his father, and the whole Malfoy name, but he was forced to live up to the expectations for his inheritance, which he would receive when he graduated from Hogwarts. The sum of money was very large, and would be able to support him for the rest of his life if he wanted. He just had to bear his father for one more year, then he would be free of him forever.
The only thing stopping Draco from forgetting his family fully was his mother. He loved his mother with all his heart, and was planning on getting her out of the grasp of Lucius as soon as he graduated. Draco jumped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He reached in the cabinet for his hair gel that made his hair so famous. Putting on enough to make his hair look like it had a wax layer on it, he combed it back to the sides.
He searched through his closet for the perfect outfit. He decided to wear a black polo shirt with dark blue jeans and black sneakers. Gazing at his reflection on last time, his eyes drifted to the table beside his bed. He saw a note addressed to him from his father.
"Draco, meet me in the study in five minutes…do not keep me waiting."
He dropped the note and began running down five flights of stairs and down many hallways. He knew how unpleased his father was if he was late, and if Lucius had bad news, being late would not help the situation. He approached his fathers study door, and catching his breath, knocked five times.
"Enter." A low voice said.
Draco pushed his way into the study, and saw his father behind a large oak desk in the middle of a vast library with many green couches. His father did not gaze up at him from a letter Draco saw in his hands. He merely stood, and started walking towards Draco.
"Son, I have just received a letter from Hogwarts concerning you." Lucius spat.
"Oh no." Draco thought to himself. "I am gonna get it." Draco waited for his father to continue.
"It appears that you have been made Head Boy this year." Lucius looked at Draco with a blank expression. Draco stood in shock at what his father had just said. He was expecting terrible news, and a very close relationship with his father's fist.
"I am very pleased Draco, don't disappoint me. You may leave." Lucius started walking towards his desk, giving Draco the time to walk out of the study quietly, shutting the door behind him.
"Thank god." Draco thought as he let out a breath he forgot he was holding. He turned on his heel and walked quickly across the castle and into the gardens. He sat down by his favorite fountain, and relaxed, taking in the smell of flowers and honey. "Wonder who the Head Girl is this year…prolly that good for nothing mud blood Granger." Draco thought. Truth to be told, Draco didn't really hate her, in fact he didn't even dislike her, but of coarse he would never let her know that. Draco actually admired her for how smart she was, but he would never let a soul hear him say that, for then his reputation as a bad boy would be ruined forever. School didn't seem so far away, and all of his school supplies had been delivered to his house last week. Hogwarts was his playground, and he was eager to go back and uphold his title as the Slytherin Prince.
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"Wake up and make me breakfast whore!" Hermione shot upwards in her bed, and realized that her father was standing beside it screaming at her. She quickly jumped out of bed and tried to avoid getting hurt more by doing what he said. She put on her slippers, and ran past him, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where she began taking out ingredients to make an omelet. She sliced peppers, onions, and scrambled it all together with eggs and cheese within minutes. She filled her fathers coffee mug just in time for him to come into the kitchen and sit down at the bar stool.
"You were actually smart this morning bitch!" Her father spat at her while he shoved omelet in his mouth. "You may have some toast for your good behavior, but just one piece." Hermione did as she was told, and took out a piece of bread, sticking it in the toaster, and spreading it with butter. She ate it within seconds. The thought of Hogwarts came to her mind, and she was dying to ask one question to her father. "Its now or never" She thought.
"Dad, um…I was uh…wondering uh…if um…maybe..um…well you see.." Hermione's father interrupted her.
"Spit it out bitch, I haven't got all day to listen to your ugly voice." Hermione became more frightened then ever to ask, but she knew what she had to do. She pulled out some of her Gryffindor spirit, and started talking.
"Dad, I would very much like to go back to Hogwarts this year, and I was wondering if I could return." Hermione was shaking from head to toe, and her father had stopped eating and was now looking at her with malice in his eyes.
"I had thought you would want to go back to the freak school, but if I don't let you go then they will think something has happened to you, and we wouldn't want them to find out anything about our family now would we Hermione?" He spoke with a hint of anger in his voice, and looked like he was ready to jump on Hermione.
"Nnnnoo father." Hermione managed to say. She was feeling a sense of relief and happiness all at once, but she did not show it on her face, because then her father would surely change his mind and not let her go.
"I um, need my wand back then.." Hermione said in barely a whisper. That sent her father over the edge, and she regretted it after it had left her lips.
"You will not get that cursed piece of shit back until you are boarding the train back!" He slapped Hermione across the face then added.
"How dare you ask for such things witch. Have my dinner on the table by the time I get home from work or you'll be sorry!" He roared before ramming all of his dishes onto the floor, causing them to break.
"And clean this up!" He grabbed his jacket and slammed the door shut, locking her into the house.
Hermione rubbed her now swollen cheek, and began cleaning up the broken glass on the floor. "Just three more days." She said to herself. "Then I will be free." A single tear ran down her cheek and hit a piece of broken glass she was holding. Hermione decided to start on dinner for her father. She had no magic, and the meals he preferred always had to be home made and they took several hours just to prepare, then several more to cook. She decided on caesar salad, onion soup, roasted lamb, potatoes, and broccoli. For dessert she had chosen to make chocolate cream pie, knowing that it would put him in a better mood so she might get hurt less later. She quickly set to work on making dinner, while her thoughts were invaded by Hogwarts, and how she would finally be able to live the life she once remembered.
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"Draco! How could you possibly miss the snitch five times in a row!?!" Lucius screamed.
"Your coach tells me that your effort has been lacking severely. I did not build a brand new quiddich field on our property so you could play poorly now did I?!" Lucius' wand was now inches away from Draco's face.
"I am very sorry father, it will not happen again." This was the correct response to always give when being yelled at. Truth to be told, Draco was not trying his best, but he was not playing in an actual game, so to him, it was just having fun.
"If you are going to beat Gryffindor this year in the quiddich cup, then you need discipline. I have told you this many times Draco. I think your lesson would be best learned on the field, so you are going to spend these last few days from sun up to sun down on that field catching that snitch!" His wand was now pushing into his ribcage, and was starting to hurt quite a bit.
"And if you still do not improve on your practice, then I will make you improve in the only language I know." Lucius glared at Draco, making him squirm in his seat. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes father." Draco said while looking directly into his fathers eyes.
"Good, now go to your room, and get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow, and we wouldn't want you slacking off now would we?"
Draco just stared at his father. He was ashamed to even call him a father. Lucius never acted like anything more then a slave driver. Draco stood up, and exited his father's large study. He got to his room, and started taking off his sweaty clothes from hours of quiddich practice. Why couldn't his father just see that Draco did not want to play quiddich 24-7. He wanted it to be a sport that he enjoyed for fun.
He went into his large marble bathroom, and jumped into a swimming pool sized bathtub, already full of hot water and bubbles. It was very similar to the bathes they had at Hogwarts, but his was a little larger. He let his muscles relax in the calm water, and thought about his life. It had not always been this bad. His father used to be a kind, and affectionate man. It all changed when Lord Voldemort came into power. Lucius decided that it was a good choice, and joined his ranks as a death eater. Draco was also expected to join upon graduating Hogwarts.
The truth of the matter is that Draco never wanted to become a death eater. He didn't even like death eaters. They were foul, and killed innocent people. Everything they stood for was darkness, and Draco desperately longed for the light. He did not like his fathers view on muggle verses pureblood. Draco could care less about all of that. Some of the greatest wizards he knew of were mud-…..muggle-borns. He corrected himself.
Draco sat in the bath for a long time, until he resembled that of a prune. He got out and dressed himself in silk green boxers. His clock read that it was 11:00 PM. He slipped under his covers, and drifted off into a deep sleep and dreamed of the cutest laugh he had ever heard.
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It was today! Hermione couldn't believe it. Today was the day that she would finally go back to Hogwarts, and be free of her father for a long time. She would have shrunken all of her belongings to fit in her trunk better, but since she would not get to have her wand until they got to the train station, she had to pack the old fashioned way.
By the time she was done packing everything she ever owned, (for she knew she would never want to come back) it was already 9:00 AM. The train would be leaving in two hours, leaving just enough time to drive there. Hermione lugged her trunk down the stairs and put it into the trunk of her father's car. She ran back inside and quickly made him a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon with toast. She had just finished making the food when he sat down at his usual seat and started eating.
"Let's go." He said without even looking at her. She didn't care. Nothing could possibly ruin her day.
Her father got into the car, and she followed on the passenger side. He started the engine and they made their way down to the train station. She listened to her favorite cd on her cd player, and got lost in the lyrics.
One hour into the car ride, Hermione's batteries ran out on her headphones, making the car filled with an eerie silence, which drove her mad. When they finally arrived, Hermione was more then happy to get out of the car and hear the noise of train whistles and engines. She retrieved her bag from the trunk of the car, and started rolling it along.
Her dad pulled her into a hallway in the train station that was private from anyone seeing. Hermione knew what he wanted.
"Dad….may I um…may I" Her sentenced was stopped by his hand crashing into her cheek. He pushed her into the wall and kneed her in the ribs, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Shut up you whore!" His face was now inches from hers. "Now you are going to come straight home any break you have. You will not stay at that school when I say you can't. Do not disobey me. If you even try anything I will write to your precious head master and tell him to send you home. Do you understand?" His eyes had shown no love, only hate.
"Yes." She whispered as a tear ran down her cheek. He grabbed her by her arm and threw her into the wall opposite the one she was just leaning on. She hit her arm against the wall and heard a sickening snap. Her scream was muffled by his hand. He stood up, kicked her, and threw her wand at her feet. He then did what she had been waiting for all summer. He walked away.
Hermione picked herself off the floor very slowly. She knew that if she stayed there any longer she would miss her train. Her arm was burning like crazy, so she levitated her bag along side her, hoping that no muggles would notice. She could not stop crying, and when she finally crossed the barrier, and saw the Hogwarts express, she was glad that everyone was already on the train. No one could see her like this.
She put her bag in one of the side cars, and headed onto the train. She found an empty compartment, and sat down, holding her arm with the other, and letting her tears fall freely. She realized that she needed help, but she could not tell anyone how she had gotten these wounds or her father would send her home. She had no choice but to bear it.
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Draco was making his rounds on the train, something the heads were responsible for. He did not meet the head girl in the compartment, which turned out to be Granger after all. He knew this from seeing her name inscribed in the cushion in the compartment. She was no where in sight, and he figured that she was off with that pothead and weasel. Just the thought of them made him sick.
He was making his way down the aisle of the compartments, when he heard someone sobbing like crazy in the one compartment he was passing. He saw the perfect opportunity to hurt the person more by telling them to get a life, so he looked in, and what he saw shocked and changed him forever…
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Please review, thanks. Sorry the chapter was so long, but the next one wont be, I promise. This is my first fanfiction actually, so sorry about any wrong spellings.
