I'll be there

I don't like the ending of the last Harry potter book, so we will go past that, to the summer before 7th year, and Voldemort is defeated, and Dumbledore is alive. Harry and Hermione are dating, because I don't like the Ginny Harry pairing. So if u don't like all that stuff, then don't read this.

Warning- there will be sexual content, language, and rape in this, so if u don't like that, than don't read this.

Chapter 1- Will you?

A 17 year old Hermione Granger woke to a loud knock at her door, this was her first day of summer, and he first day of getting to sleep in. 'Uh oh, I wasn't supposed to sleep in today! Damnit' she thought to herself.

"Hermione! Wake up! You get fifteen minutes for breakfast." She heard her father yell through her door. 'Good thing I remembered to lock my door.' She said standing up with a sheet around her naked body. Hermione quickly dressed and still had enough time to eat banana.

"Bye, she you at 3 o'clock." Hermione yelled as she was shutting the door. She had 5 minutes to get to her job, at the movie theater. She worked from 10 to 3 every Monday through Thursday, and babysat on Sundays.

A 16 year old Harry Potter woke to an obnoxious thumping in the hallway and a knock every 20 seconds. 'Oh, it's Uncle Vernon again. S'pose, I have to do chores today, huh.' He said to himself, laughing. He knew what was coming next and prepared himself.

"I'm up." He yelled to the door. Harry got out of bed and put on clothes, and his glasses.

He knocked on the door three times, to prove he was up, and ready. He heard 3 dead blots unclick and a key lock turn. In his door way stood Vernon Dursley's. 'Is it just me, or is Uncle Vernon actually losing more weight than Dudley.' Dudley Dursley was now on a very strict diet. To make him feel better, everyone lese in the family was too, including Harry. Harry laughed at his last thought, but quickly regained his expressionless face.

"Well boy. Hope your breakfast in fulfilling." Vernon handed Harry a plate with 2 apple slices on it, both were really skinny. "All of us, meaning we Dursley's, are going to work. We will be home, by 5 o'clock sharp. We will expect the house to be spotless, unless you want a whipping." And with that, Vernon turned to walk away. No way was Harry going to take that.

He replied, "I'll remember that when I'm SEVENTEEN." He emphasized the 17 part. He knew that Uncle Vernon had forgotten about his turning of age, and being able to use magic.

"What did you say boy?" He turned to him red faced.

"I will be 17 in a month. You might want to be nice to me." Harry smiled.

"I will not be nice to you, you ungrateful bastard!" He slapped Harry across his face. "Gimme your wand and everything in you trunk." He gave Harry a warning look that meant if he did do as he was told, he would have hell to pay.

Harry unfortunately had no other choice seeing as now he and his uncle were having this conversation; Dudley wouldn't be too far away.

Harry hesitated to long. Vernon jumped at him and threw him into the wall. "You will do as you are told, or you will have no home to come back to, you ungrateful boy. Gather your THINGS, and you will be moved to your Old bedroom tonight." He finished, punching Harry in the gut. Dudley was now watching form the doorway with a big smile on his face, and was now eating Harry's breakfast.

Vernon walked out the door and whispered something in Dudley's ear. Harry supposed it was something about watching Harry to make sure he gathered everything.

Harry knew that he shouldn't hesitate while Dudley was watching him; he would sit on him till Harry yelled uncle. And when he yelled uncle, Vernon would come and sit on him until He yelled Dudley, and then they'd take turns hitting him. It was horrific, but Harry would get his revenge. For some reason Uncle Vernon and the rest of the Dursley's didn't understand that.

Harry got his things gathered in a trunk and watched as uncle Vernon locked them up in his room, and escorted him to his new room, the cupboard under the stairs. Harry watched out the front window as Petunia, Dudley, and Vernon set off for work.

Hermione walked in the door after work to find no one home. 'Good.' She said to herself. 'Well, best get to work, again.' Everyday after work, Hermione would come home, and do every chore her parents listed on the whiteboard. These things included, cleaning every room in the house, 13, and washing every dish until it sparkled, and dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning the yard. Hermione usually didn't get to bed until her dad came home, which was between the hours of 8-11. Her mother tried to get home, about an hour after Hermione's father, because she couldn't come home to see him, hit her only child. And if she ever reported it to the police, she knew she would have hell to pay.

After Hermione, had done the chores, she sat down to read a bit. She sincerely thought about going to bed early, but knew she would only get hit worse.

About an hour later, she heard the door slam, and he father came into the living room, reeking with alcohol all over him. After work, he would usually stop by the bar to have a 'few' drinks. Hermione's father had an anger problem, and he usually took it out on Hermione.

"Did you finish everything, darling?" He slurred into Hermione's face. He picked her up by her hair and drug her into the kitchen, and every room, to check and make sure it was nice and tidy. He stopped at her bedroom door, and dropped her to the ground. Hermione let out a yelp as he kicked her into her room. "Come here you little whore!" He yelled. She stayed on the ground; she would just get beaten worse if she tried standing. Hermione cowered in a corner. "I said get UP!" He hit Hermione in the stomach, as she stood. He slapped her across her face until it was bruising. He threw her onto her bed. As he turned around she tried to run out of her room. He slammed the door on her, so she was caught on her sides. She screamed in agony. He grabbed her hair and wretched her back, and threw he to the ground. He locked the door, and picked her up ungracefully and threw her once again, on the bed. He ripped her clothes off her, and pinned her to her bed. He took his clothes off and brought her under the covers with him. He again pinned her and laughed as she screamed and tried to get loose, he was too strong and too big for her. Hermione was getting skinnier and frailer each year. Eventually she gave up trying and let him enter her. He put his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. He tortured her by going in and out of her slowly. He uncovered her mouth to kiss her. She tried to back away from him, which only gave her a slap across the face again. Hermione cried as her felt her body with his cold hands, and felt her lips bruising. He came out of her again and this time decided to go faster. Each time he went faster and faster. He kept rubbing her bosoms, and squeezing her butt, and kissing her painfully. After two orgasms, he got off her.

"Leave your door unlocked tonight." He slapped her upside the head. He squeezed, and kissed her boobs, and slapped her butt, and left leaving her naked, standing beside her bed.

( oh yeah, sry if I forgot to tell you, but the reason Hermione doesn't grab her wand or anything, is because 1 she can't use magic in front of muggles, and 2 he father locked her wand in a safe, and she doesn't have any Hogwarts stuff, because he father also locked them in his room.)

Hermione heard a door downstairs slam and another door open and close gently. She fell to ground crying and holding herself tightly, and gently rocking herself. After a half hour of listening to yelling and screaming downstairs, she finally closed her door, and lay in bed, with clothes on, this time. Hermione looked out her window longing to be with her friends at the burrow.She heard a soft knock at her door, and got up to see who it was.

'It must be mom.' She whispered, still teary eyed and soar. Hermione opened the door and felt a warm hug around her. She heard her mother sniffle, and whisper in her hear, 'I'll get you out of here.' They both walked to Hermione's bed and lay down under the covers. Hermione felt her mother's arms around her as she fell into her subconscious mind, while her mother cried and held Hermione as a loving mother should. Every now and then Hermione would hear her whisper, 'I'll get you out of here.'

'Okay, so I am gonna have to wri- oh shit! I can't write to Ron or Hermione anymore. Well then I'll have to wait until they write to me.' Harry said as he walked into the kitchen. Harry, like Hermione, had to do many chores but he didn't know Hermione had to. Neither Harry nor Ron ever suspected Hermione to be an abused child.

After an hour, Harry had cleaned the whole outside of the house and the living room. He still had to do every room in the house, 14, and anything else his cousin told him to. At four o'clock, Dudley came home. He would tell Harry what to clean no matter what he had already done. And Dudley would watch him clean everything, and if he missed one small spot Harry would get a kick in the ribs. By the time this torment was over, Harry was crawling and yelping all the way to his room. Dudley, would then walk over to his friends house and come home a few minutes after both his parents were home, to make it look like he hadn't been skipping work for an hour and a half everyday to come home and torture Harry some more. Harry thought that Dudley must have threatened his boss to let him get paid for the hour he missed, at work.

After being beaten for an hour and locked in his room the rest of the day, Harry was finally let out to go to the bathroom before he was pushed down the stairs, and again locked in his room Harry finally fell asleep wincing in pain as he moved to find a comfortable position.

Hermione awake at the crack of dawn. She looked around her room to find that her mother was still in her bed with her arm around Hermione. Hermione slowly tried to move her mothers arm some where else and got up out of bed. Hermione picked up a pair of jeans and a sweater, along with her toiletries and her undergarments. She slowly walked to her bathroom and took a nice hot shower. She put on her make-up and changed into her clothes for the day. 'I hope today won't be as bad as yesterday.' She said quietly to herself. When she walked back into her room, she found her mother sitting on her bed looking extremely tired, still.

"Mom, go back to sleep. You really need your rest." Hermione told her sitting next to her.

"How can I sleep knowing you are always in danger?" She asked with long pauses between each word.

"Mom, don't worry about me now, dad is still sleeping and will be until I have to go to work."

"Why are you up so early anyway?" She looked at the clock. "It's only 6:30."

"I know, but the sun woke me up, and I want to get out of the house, before dad wakes up. I'm going to work after I pick up some breakfast on the way. And if you are not going back to sleep, I suggest you take a shower and do the same." Hermione smiled and gave her mom a hug. "And, Thanks." She was now speaking softly. Hermione gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and walked out her bedroom door. She heard her mother stand up and walk into the bathroom.

As Hermione was walking out the front door she heard a twittering of small feathers in the bush. She crouched down to find Pig stuck in the bush. Hermione laughed at the sight of this and took the note from Ron.

Dear Hermione,

I was wondering if maybe you would want to come stay with us at the borrow. I know it's a little bit early but we won't be picking you up until July 6th. Me and my family are going on vacation and we won't have our owls to send you. So we would pick you up on our way back to the burrow on July 6th at 7 o'clock. Please send your reply, ASAP.

-Ron

Seeing as Hermione didn't have a spare bit of parchment with her, she flipped the paper over and wrote her reply, saying:

Ron,

Thanks for the invite, but I must decline it, I'm working over the summer and I need to be at home, with my mother for a little bit longer than that. Please, if in anyway possible I could maybe come to the burrow later in July or early August. I'm sorry for the disappointment.

Hermione

Hermione shed a tear as she rolled up the parchment and attached it to Pig's leg. "Take this back to Ron." She told the little owl.

The owl immediately took flight and headed towards the burrow. Hermione continued walking down the streets of her neighborhood. As she stopped at a local coffee shop to get some morning coffee and a bagel she was stopped outside the door by a muggle boy. He lived across the street from Hermione and was a year younger than her. Hermione had figured out that he had a 'crush' on her since the first week he moved into the neighborhood. He would stop by her house anytime he pleased, and annoyed the hell out of Hermione.

"Hey! I didn't know you came here." He exclaimed.

"Yes you did Ian; you've watched me stop here a million times before." She said rolling her eyes and trying to walk the other way. He once again walked in front of her, to block her path. "What do you want?" She sounded irritated.

"Whoa, anger issues." He laughed. "Okay so maybe I have seen you here before. But will you meet me here later tonight?"

"Like on a date?"

"Yeah. If you don't mind."

"I do. Now will you please move, I have to get to work?"

"I thought you didn't work until 10? And it's only 8. Why are you even up so early?" He questioned.

"I don't, but I want to go to work early. Why are you up so early, and why do you always question my every move?"

"I don't always question your every move." He paused. "Will you meet me here, say, as friends?"

"No I will not. I have things I need to do. Could you please let me go to work now?"

"Okay, well could I walk with you? I won't bother you? You won't even know I'm there."

"But you will be. And you'll ask me questions about everything."

"No, I won't I swear! Please, I just want to see where you work."

"Ian, you go there every Friday night!"

He gave her a puppy face.

"That doesn't work for me." Hermione said smiling at his stupid attempts. "But, just because I have sympathy on you, I will let you walk with me." Ian jumped with joy. "You know for a 16 year old you sure don't act it." She said as they started walking down the street.

Hermione gave a shiver and hoped Ian didn't notice. But he did, and as any guy would/should, he put his jacket around her shoulders to keep her warm.

"I don't want your jacket. " Hermione said trying to step away.

"Yes you do. Besides, the cold doesn't bother me."

"Yes it does." Hermione looked at Ian again. "Okay, I guess it's only for a little while, and it is still summer." She laughed.

"Yeah, but it is always colder in the morning." He laughed, but he didn't know why.

At 9:30 they reached the theater. (Oh an that's not an hour and a half of walking Hermione did. She talked to Ian for a half hour.)

"So, do you always walk to work? Or do you drive?"

"Well, I could drive, I have my license, but my dad won't give me my car until I'm 18. But I usually take the bus to work. I just felt like walking today?"

"So did my walking with you bother you so much, that you wouldn't be willing to walk again tomorrow?" He smiled at her as she gave him back his jacket.

"I guess not. But, um, I guess I could walk again tomorrow."

"Same time?"

Hermione nodded and watched as Ian ran to catch the bus across the street. Hermione slowly opened the door to the theater. No one else was here; after all she did open it.

: Well i'm sry I had to stop there, but I keep getting side tracked. I hope to update soon, with all my stories…...

Koecher

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