Lost Dawn.
Songlist
Cowboy Bebop – Green Bird
Mercedes Lackey- Battle Dawn
All That Remains- The Waiting one
Recap:
Frowning she glanced at her father who held out a letter. It was then Hermione knew her life was over. All color drained from her face as she looked at what could end whatever relationship she had with her parents...the relationship that had just started to get better from her last mishap of accidents she caused.Accidents from magic.
Talking:
"Regular"
'Thinking'
Flashback
Chapter 2
Ever so slowly open the letter pretending that she was excited and wanted to savor the moment. When in reality she all ready knew what the letter would say.
"Hurry up dear! I am excited to hear what this school has to offer." her mother, Jean, commented with excitement that you could see on her face.
Hermione could hear it in her mother's voice but she was too afraid to look up.
"Hermione? What is wrong sweetheart?" John Granger asked as he reached across the breakfast table to take the letter from her.
His face grew to one of anger as he read the letter aloud.
Miss Hermione Jean Granger,This is the second attempt letter we have sent. It seems that the first one was torn to shreds. I will be arriving mid- day to discuss you placement at our school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Jean Granger didn't even let her husband finish the end of the letter before grabbing her daughter by the hair and dragging her into the living room.
Jean didn't even stop when hearing the cries of pain from her daughter as she kept dragging her till they were at the front of the living room where the statue of the holy mother stood for all to judge.
Putting her her hands on her daughter's shoulders, she pushed down so Hermione's knees slammed to the ground and cried out in pain as they throbbed from the impact.
Glaring in distaste, Jean hissed, "Pray..." Her eyes were like liquid fire as she looked down upon the daughter she desperately loved and was now hating the fact she actually gave birth to something that had such darkness in her blood, "pray so your soul can be saved...before it's too late."
Hermione looked into the blue eyes of the statue of the Virgin Mary. Her eyes filled with tears as a stuttered version of the Lord's Prayer escaped from her dry lips.
As Hermione continued to recite the prayer that she had learned at a very young age, she heard rustling of fabric behind her, and made her sit up straighter. She had a bad feeling that she knew what it was but hoped it wasn't. She dearly hoped it wasn't.
A pained yelp escaped her mouth as she muttered the last Amen of the prayer. Tears were now rolling down her pale skin, brown eyes wide with shock.
The sound of clink of metal on the floor has confirmed her fear and it followed by the snapping of leather hitting each other.
"Daddy! Please. No. I will be good, I promise I will do what I am told!" Holding herself as straight as possible and keeping all her muscle tight.
Jean comes out of nowhere and hits Hermione across the face with so much force that her nails drew blood and the red hand print on Hermione's check was already starting to turn into a bruise.
Tears were flowing freely down Hermione's cheeks. Her whole body was shaking from fear of knowing what is only minutes away.
She feels the sting of the belt on her back. Followed by another and another. She gritted her teeth to hold back the cry of pain. It was no use. A scream busted its way threw her dry, bleeding lips where her teeth lay anchored.
" You know better than to scream." John whispered in a low cruel voice that echoed in her ears.
With the next lash, Hermione could feel blood trickle down her back soaking her pale pink t shirt that her grandmother had given her for her 11th birthday. The blood soaked her shirt but her father did not seem to care or to mind.
Hermione started to see spots cloud her eyes. Her mind became fuzzier by the seconds. She was getting close to passing out. Hermione knew that from the last time this happened. She looked in to her fathers eyes, brown eyes meeting hazel as the last incident passed before them.
It was last month. She was outside, in the back yard, playing on the swings when her mother was waiting for her by the back door to go in for dinner. In mid swing, she jumped off and floated in the air as she slowly came back down to the ground. Her mother marched over to her and grabbed her by the ear. It felt like it was being ripped off, which led to the same punishment that she was receiving right now along with her being locked in her room for four days while they waited for the priest to come.
Her breathing became more rapid and shallow until her body could no longer take it. She slumped forward and her body hitting the floor with a loud thud.
A/N: I would like to say thank you to all of you that have reviewed! keep them coming please, its letting me know that the story is liked and that I should keep writing it!
I would also like to give a big thank you to marbleandtoast for helping me with some ideas when I was stuck and for beta for me :)
I know its a bit of a chiffy but hang with in their with me I have lots of fun things in stored but suggestions are always a good thing as well. Any who thanks again
Aslin
