AN:ok, so sorry I Haven't updated…not that anyone's reading this story…but ya know lol .
Yeah…
Mk, so I'm making an effort to finish what I started…witch is rare lol
But yeah,
I'm gonna try at least lol
Warnings: (for this chapter at least) ABUSE, RAPE, foul language, alcohol/drug abuse, ECT…yeah…the usual .
Summary: (I've decided to make this one longer)
Voldemort's got a new plan, nothing more than a simple potion, nothing less, just a simple potion, a potion that will change his world as a certain Ms. Hermione Granger knows it.
Voldemort's things to do list
1. Create potion
2. Travel back in time
3. Kill Harry
4. Take over the world.
As simple plan if he did say so himself. But what happens when Dumbledore fights fire with fire… or should we say time travel with time travel and Hermione's thrown into the life she never knew, with only the knowledge of her muggle life to guide her?
Disclaimer: I in no way, could ever hope to own the magnificent Harry potter storyline, characters, or books… if I did own Harry potter…I'd be writing from my super overstuffed chair in my castle in Ireland…but I'm not…I'm in a super uncomfortable wooden chair at my computer desk…in my tiny house…so obviously I don't own Harry potter.
Ok, on with the story
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"HERMIONE"
Her father's gruff voice cut into her quiet haze.
"Where the fucks my vodka" he screamed, practically breaking down her door in the process of getting into her room. "In the cupboard" she said in a monotone voice, her face frozen in an unchanging mask. She stared at the wall barley daring to move.
He looked at her, a strange glint in his eyes.
A shudder ran down her spine. He used to look at her mom that way. Before he started drinking. Before he lost his job. Before they got kicked out and had to live in a dumpy little apartment with no electricity or heat…before her mother killed herself.
She always seemed to live in the land of before. Other people lived in the land of tomorrow or someday or what if…but not her, not Hermione…she lived in the land of before. The land were her mother smiled down at her as she played around the kitchen trying to get a taste test of the cookies her mother was baking. The world were her father picked her up and spun her around, making her fly, laughing as she proclaimed to be an airplane. The world were her father never beat her and she never drank or partied or…did anything wrong…a world were she wasn't constantly lost in a haze of poison.
She wished she lived in that world.
A world with her mother.
A world were his father wasn't looking down at her with a look of hatred and lust, a world were she didn't just sit there in fear as he loomed over her, commanding her to get up. A world were she ran for safety instead of obeying him like the "good girl" she was.
But she wasn't in that world, she was in this one…and she shuddered as she felt his hot breath on her ear and his strong hands on her body .
"You look so much like your mother" his hot rancid breath dusted her face, blowing her bushy locks out of her eyes slightly. She tried not to flinch, but the smell sent her straight back . Back to the first time he ever beat her, back to her mother's funeral, back to every bruise, cut and broken bone. And just like the alcohol on his breath sent her back, his rough hands brought her back to reality.
"P…please" her voice was so small.
She could be the loudest person in the world when it came to simple things like telling some random person off…but she could never be strong when it mattered most.
"Please what" he spat angrily, his lustful gaze burning into her, making her shiver in disgust.
"Stop" she said, her voice wavering, fear etched onto her face.
His lustful gaze darkened and anger flashed before his deep chocolate eyes. With one quick motion he slapped her across the face and she landed roughly on the floor. The bitter taste of blood filled her mouth and she tried not to gag and loose the tiny bit of food she had in her.
"You little bitch" he spat, grabbing her up by her shirt and shoving her roughly against the wall. "You will not disobey me" he said angrily, his eyes were wild, a look of hunger displayed boldly thought their chocolate depths. With a swift punch to the stomach, the vomit she had been holding back came up mixed with her strangled cry of pain. She winced as she heard him roar in rage only to deliver another couple swift blows to her midsection. She held back the tears as her threw her onto the bed, pinning her down roughly. His hungry eyes roaming over her slender body.
"Just like your mother" he whispered, tearing off her shirt in one quick motion. He licked his lips greedily, laughing at her desperate cries for help. "No one'll hear you" he said, tearing off her pants roughly, revealing her body to his prying eyes.
'Someone help me please…god please' she thought desperately, trying to wiggle free.
He pressed harder to her.
She could feel his arousal against her leg.
And she screamed.
She screamed as loud as she could for help. For someone. For anyone.
And he tore into her enjoying the way she screamed for help. Enjoying the way the tears pored down her face. The way her beautiful eyes, so alike his own, spread wide with fear and pain.
He pounded into her, tearing into her body, and on she screamed.
Praying to whoever was listening that someone would save her.
Praying to a god she didn't even think existed.
He grunted, his seed spilling into her body.
She was numb…but in so much pan at the same time. She couldn't think…she didn't want to…all she wanted was for the world to end, for everything to stop. She curled up into a ball, wishing that she were still young, that her mother would walk through the doors and comfort her. She tried to remember her mothers voice, tried to remember heart all…but she couldn't.
She tried to block everything out, to go back to the world of before, but then she heard her father growl angrily, and knew that she would never get to go back to the world of before again…
"I'm not done with you yet" he spat out angrily, his fist wrapping around her throat, steeling her air supply away. She didn't panic…if he was going to kill her…then she'd be better off.
Everyone would have been better off without her.
Abs would have never tried alcohol if she hadn't introduced her to Damien, Damien would have left when he got the chance instead of staying to 'keep her safe'. Everyone would be better off…and she knew it.
She tried not to cry, fighting the urge to struggle.
Everyone would be better off.
There was a knock at the front door…then a loud bang.
There stood her neighbor and a cop…
"Get off of her and keep your hands were I can see them." the officer commanded boldly, his gun aimed and ready. He smirked and snatched her up by her hair, and held her in front of him. "Go ahead and shoot" he said, his words slurring slightly out of his pocket he pulled a knife and held it to her throat. The officer held his ground, waiting for an opening. "Sir…calm down, you need to put the knife down" he said, his voice deadly calm, the type of voice that's perfectly practiced, but never expected to be used.
"J…just calm down" Hermione's long term neighbor said shakily. She could see the fear in his eyes, she knew exactly what he was doing, blaming himself. There had to be something I could have done, I should have realized the signs, I should have stopped him. She knew exactly what he was thinking…she had thought the very same things almost every day since her mothers death.
The officer stepped forward, his gun held high.
Everything happened so fast, she barley had time to think before she felt the blade slice into her throat and everything erupted. Her world was enveloped in a blast of pain and fear, panic took over and her vision blurred. She felt herself begin to fall, she heard someone scream and then a loud bang… a flash of bright light filled her vision…and then it all went black.
AN:
Ok, yeah I know…that was retarded
But yeah….
I started off with inspiration…and ended with having no idea what the hell I was writing…
sigh
I don't even know why it took it in this direction…but yeah…I did…too damn bad
Lol jk