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Ps. I put down some facts at the bottom so you can understand Hermione's past a bit better.

Chapter Two:

As Hermione sat in the back seat of her mum's car on the way back from the hospital, she was happy that her mum had finally come to terms with the fact that her daughter wasn't going to tell her who the father was of her first grandchild.

It was August 27th and for the past four days she had barley seen her son. He had been tested for every prematurely born disease imaginable and had had so many tests preformed on him she was amazed at how content and happy he was.

She herself was a mess, she had barley slept, barley ate and was only just coming to terms with the fact that she was a mother at 17, had to return to Hogwarts in 5 days to complete her final year, graduate, and, she would be leaving behind her child. Her child. The once miracle-even though thought unwanted- that kept her from the brink of insanity and suicide. He- unborn as he was- saved himself and his mother, in such a way that no matter who or how he was conceived, she loved him more than life itself.

"Is Alex okay baby? I haven't ever heard a baby so quiet- even you would scream when I drove you around." Her mum asked, breaking through her thoughts.

"Yeah, well. The doctors just said he was a quiet baby- nothing unusual and if anything we should be thankful" Hermione replied.

This time Harrison spoke up "Yeah, you'll be very thankful that Alex doesn't scream when he dies while your asleep, and you don't even wake up till the next morning."

'Was that a threat? How can he be threatening Alex?'

Somewhere in the background she heard her mum telling Harrison that he shouldn't say such things when infancy deaths had such a high rates- but all Hermione could do was hug her son to her chest as she blinked away tears as she thought about how badly her mum has misinterpreted his words.

How can Harrison say that about my son?

He is only my step-dad.

Only my son's father.

Only my Rapist.

All of a sudden, Hermione broke down. She gave into the huge sobs that rocked her body while shielding her son, her child, her baby, from it's own father.

That realisation cracked down on her the most and for the first time since she had stepped into the halls of Hogwarts- she lost control of her magic.

With a sob and shudder from the distraught girl, the whole car vibrated- the glass exploding, the noise deafening, then with a lurch- the car stopped moving…

As the noise stopped, I looked up and at what was once was my mother's car. 'She is gonna' be so pissed' was what came to my mind first, that is before I remember Alex.

Alex.

Fuck.

I search around me for where Alex had landed. I was frantic, bordering crazy.

'Alex, come on honey. Where are you? Don't do this to me. I can't loose you too.' These thoughts were rolling around in my brain and I forced the tears back. Somewhere deep inside me I realised that Alex could be gone- dead after only just beginning, but I refused to acknowledge that part of me.

Background information;

Liam Granger died of cancer at age 42- Hermione was in her 5th year at Hogwarts. Christmas Break in her 6th year was the wedding of Harrison Dale and Jane Granger- 7th December- Hermione was let out for Christmas a fortnight early to attend the wedding. Harrison raped Hermione two days before the ceremony. She returned to school, completed her year and then went back home for the summer holidays, her baby bump barely showing. Hermione refused to talk to her mum about it and nobody from Hogwarts knew about her pregnancy except for Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey- and she intended to keep it that way for as long as possible. The only thing that Hermione's friends knew about her was that over the last year she had been acting out of sorts, more emotional than normal.

Hey hope you enjoyed it and that it makes a little more sense now. Sorry that the chapters are so short- hopefully they'll get longer as the story goes on. Leave a review- anonymous' allowed. Till next chapter.

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