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M rated warnings for violence, abuse and neglect.
Warning: very long chapter (over 6000 words) enjoy!
Chapter 4: The escape from hell
A week later sort Hermione preparing for one of her uncle's poker nights. She had cooking a roast for them as her uncle sat at the table going over his expenses. Every now and then she could see him scrunching his face in pain. He had spent the over $1200 on booze alone the past month and $1500 on prostitutes. He sighed, thinking where he could cut his expenses instantly noticing the girl.
She quickly glanced away from him knowing he was staring at her. He sighed, he knew he could cut her but he'd lose more money if he did. His government welfare payments practically went to his gambling. Speaking of which.
"Miles and Bill are coming round in half an hour. I want the roast done by then and the table set"
"Yes Uncle"
"Then I need you to use that good for nothin' brain of yours and try figure out where we can cut expenses. You're costing me an arm and a leg" He spat at her.
"Yes Uncle" She removed the potatoes from the oven.
Her uncle turned back to his paperwork knowing the girl was smart enough to sort it out. Over the past weeks he had gotten her to sort out his taxes, assets, debts, etc. The girl had inherited one good thing from his brother. Her brain. Growing up, his brother was always the whiz kid who practically had a mini calculator embedded in his brain. He was over-joyed when he had asked Hermione a couple long mathematics problems one day when he was last doing his taxes trying to tally his electricity bills. Needless to say, the girl had some hidden talents.
He heard the door bell ring and stood up immediately.
"Remember, no talking to anyone. If someone does try to talk to you, you keep your mouth shut" She nodded before plating the food.
"Miles, Bill. Come in" He greeted his friends and showed them into the dining room where he had set up the poker table. Hermione had set herself to work, plating and serving them food and drink before moving back to the kitchen and began cleaning up.
Jack placed his cigarette into his plate before pushing it to the side and staring at his cards. He only had $20 cash left to bet for the night and decided against pulling any further cash out of the cookie jar.
"Lookin' a little low on cash there, Jack" Miles winked at younger man before leaning back in his chair. Jack shrugged before setting his cards down.
"Saving up some cash for a new place" He pushed his chair back and stood up.
"I fold" Jack walked away, unzipping his pants as he walked to the bathroom for a piss.
"Welp, I'mma grab a drink outta the fridge. Want one Bill?"
Bill looked up at him nodding quietly before counting the cash he had made that night. Miles smiled at him before walking into the kitchen area to find Jack's niece down next to the kitchen's mango wood table on the floor. She didn't notice him enter the room her bloodshot eyes still attached to the bundles of paperwork and receipts her uncle had left her to clean up. He noticed a bloodied and dirtied teddy bear in her lap which she was currently gently biting the ear of. Likely trying to trick her brain into thinking she was eating. Either that or she was trying to calm herself.
" 'ello girly" Hermione looked up, his twinkling eyes smiling down at her.
She gulped looking down at his shoes, her body begging to shake in fear.
"tsk, tsk. You should look people in the eyes when they're speaking to you. Dontcha know it's rude not too" Her fingers scrunched on the paperwork as she thought about her position in life. Her mind internally screamed as to get her uncle immediately. She had spent weeks trying to figure out the term 'pedophile' but none of her uncle's books held the key.
She looked him in the eyes again not able to maintain eye contact for very long.
He noticed her reluctance and bent down to her level before capturing her jaw with his stubby fingers.
"Listen girly, I don't know why ya continue stayin' with ya uncle but he's not a nice man" He forced her to look in his eyes as she scrunched her face tight.
"U-Uncle said not to talk to you" Hermione muttered back her voice breaking in fear. The man's eyes widened in curiosity as he bent down further to her.
"Oh really and why's that?" She hesitated, taking a gulp of air before she pushed his hand away from her and backed into the corner of the room grabbing a hold of her teddy and bringing her knees up trying to curl into a defensive position.
"U-Uncle said you're a peter-file"
He chuckled at her before standing up and dusting his clothes off.
"Oh am I? and do you know what that is?"
She shook her head in honesty.
"B-But I know it's bad. You're bad" She accused again chewing the ear of her stuffed teddy.
'So it was a calming technique' He concluded.
"Perhaps but unlike your uncle I would never hurt you. I'll help you"
Her eyes lit up at the promise. Help? She wanted help.
"I'll give you more toys? Do you want more toys"
She gulped as he came closer.
"And lollies. You like lollies don't ya?"
At the word lollies her ears perked up. Lollies from a stranger.
"UNCLE!" She screamed in fear. He grabbed her instantly placing a hand over her mouth and attempting to silence her. She fought him trying to push him off of her but he was a lot more stronger.
He gritted his teeth turning her so her back was to him and she was laid against in his.
"Listen girly, if you don't come with me you will die here. Your uncle will end up killin' ya. Do you really wan' tha'? Do ya?"
She shook her head tears sprawling down her face.
"If you stay here any longer you ain't gonna live to see your teenage years. Heck, I bet you only have another month in ya before ya either starve to death or he beats ya ta death"
She closed her eyes shaking her head screaming for her uncle one last but his hand continued to hold her mouth severing the screams. She hadn't thought about the fact that her uncle would try and kill her. She barely had a grasp over the concept of death and had never thought it would come for her.
"But if ya come with me. Right now. I'll take ya. I'll make sure ya live a long, happy life. Alright?" He felt her relax in an instant. He smiled knowing she had accepted his offer.
He turned her around so she was facing him and smiled down at her.
"UNCLE!" She screamed one last time. He gritted his teeth in anger realising he had been tricked by a five year old. She heard heavy footsteps running towards the kitchen. She felt the man removing himself from her in an instant.
The door burst open and Jack came marching in not having to guess too much of what happened.
" 'ey there Jack. Your young niece and I were just 'aving a chat" Jack's hands balled into fists in anger. He stared down niece immediately wanting to know what happened. Hermione noticed and grabbed her teddy huddling up into the corner of the building again.
"He was trying to take me away, Uncle. H-He grabbed me and tried to s-stop me from screaming for you uncle. H-He s-said he would he w-would help me an' give me toys and lollies" She answered him.
Miles put his hands up into the air near his head in surrender.
"Now Jack. I was only tryna help the girl"
Her uncle punched the man in the face knocking him to the ground before pumelling him. Hermione stared in horror at the scene. She had seen her uncle mad before. Heck, she had been beaten plenty of times by her uncle but she had never been a bystander. She placed her hands over her ears and closed her eyes as she balled herself more into the corner hold her teddy for comfort.
Jack continued to beat the man until he was pulled back by Bill grabbing at his arm telling him to stop.
"You're going to beat him to death, Jack" Bill screamed so loud even Hermione could hear it through her sobbing.
"Please stop" Bill pleaded as Jack leaned back on his knees still ontop of Miles. Jack took a couple of breathes before wiping his the sweat off his face with his bloodied knuckles.
"G-Get him out of here. I don't want him 'round here again" Jack stood up and sat down on one of the wooden seats on the kitchen table. Bill nodded helping the struggling Miles off of the ground and walking out the door.
He turned back to his niece seeing her seeing even her covered in specks of blood that had flung with the bleeding pedophiles face.
"Come on" He grabbed her arm and pulled her upstairs into the shower and bath.
"Who knows what STDs are in that blood of his" He made her stand under the cold shower with her clothes on, holding her teddy. When he pulled her out, he did a quick visual inspection making sure she was not covered in any of the man's blood before telling her to go sleep downstairs with a blanket next to the fire. She nodded immediately and ran down the stairs as he prepared himself for the night.
He sighed as he wiped his face in his hands. Miles and Bill were his only real friends and he had lost them over his freak of a niece.
Saturday came right round the corner and Hermione was finishing off her chores for the day. It was the late afternoon and she was watching her uncle out in the backyard with his guard dog, Bruce. Hermione was to never go outside unless during bath times but she would watch the day from the kitchen sink while she was washing dishes. It had been a nice sunny day outside as he played with his pet. She noticed the friendly way he interacted with Bruce time after time. He patted him and treated him kindly. She had come to the conclusion that if she were an animal her uncle would love her the same.
She had unbeknownst tested that theory after a finishing her dishes and walking into the living room to sit on the floor. She closed her eyes thinking about what it would be like to be an animal. Her wild mind came to a set belief that she wouldn't be a large animal. Not like Bruce. She would be smaller. A lot smaller. She imagined her paws patting against the kitchen tiles, her silent, sleek figure liking herself, being curled up on the couch by the fire. Hermione concluded that if her spirit animal were to ever exist it would be a house cat. She groaned. House cats weren't known for being playful. Well, perhaps kittens but Hermione wanted to be a dog. Like Bruce. She knew if she was a dog her uncle would accept her.
She bit her lip closing her eyes again as she leaned against the back of the couch, near the door to the kitchen.
"Dog" She muttered trying to imagine running around happily outside. But for some reason her mind couldn't. It could only imagine her in one situation. As a cat. She gritted her teeth in anger.
"Dog!" She bit hastily again feeling a tingling sensation pulse through her fingers and run down her arm. She scrunched her face in anger, the thought of being a furry pile of fluff penetrated her mind.
"Be a dog" She yelled again, feeling a burning sensation run down her spine. Her vision turned to an brown fluffy kitten. Fluffy was an understatement, the kitten was a complete fluff ball with long fur. It's brown, golden flecked eyes stared back at hers. The vision was completely clear. She watched as the kitten stared at her meowling before Hermione felt a wave of magic crash down on her.
Her eyes opened and dilated the second she felt the immense pain from her form shifting.
She yelped as she felt herself grow smaller and a tail protrude from her body.
Help! She screamed internally but all the came out was a meowl. Hermione's eyes widened in fear. She stared down at herself instantly noticing the brown fur and paws instead of hands. She tried to turn around and see the rest of her body but she was so small she could only see her tail flicking back and forth.
Oh no!
This wasn't of suppose to happen.
She meowled again in fear, having a panic attack. What if she couldn't turn back?
She closed her eyes trying to imagine herself as a human again. Within an instant she felt the shift and she was back to her true form. She breathed out, trying to catch her breathe back from the exhaustion of using her magic.
She couldn't believe it. She had successfully turned into an animal. She leaned back against the couch and wiped the sweat off her head. But if she could turn into a cat. She could turn into a dog right?
She caught her breathe back and tried the theory once again. No such luck. Her body shifted but rather than a dog she turned back into a kitten. She groaned in her kitten form before deciding to give up and explore in her new form. It took her a while to get used to being on four legs but after a few times running back and forth in the living room before she heard the back door next to the kitchen open. She turned round, still in her new form and saw her uncle walk through with Bruce beside him. He instantly took notice of the brown ball of fluff that was sat staring at him in shock.
He arched his eyebrow.
"How did you get in here?" He asked the kitten before walking over to it and picking it up before inspecting it. Hermione only stood up to 25cm in height and weight less than 2kg at most. He pat the cat on top of the head before seeing Bruce staring at the animal in wonder.
"Here Bruce, new chew toy for ya" He placed the cat down next to Bruce who barked happily.
She watched as her uncle walked away. Hermione stared at him in shock. Chew toy?
Bruce lick!
She scrunched her face as she felt a slobbery tongue wet half her body in a second.
Buce stop!
The dog eyed her in curiosity.
Kitten speak?
He turned his head to the side in wonder. Hermione's eyes widened. She could understand Bruce. She smiled chirping.
Buce, it's Hermione
She told him. He eyed her in curiosity before laying down beside her.
Tiny human?
Hermione rolled her eyes before nodding.
Human tinnier? Human changed into kitten!
Hermione walked up to Bruce and sat beside him.
Yes! I changed into a cat. I wanted to be a dog but I don't know how!
Hermione sighed wanting to be like Bruce. Bruce smiled down at her before liking her again.
Bruce dog! Bruce show you how!
Bruce jumped up on all four legs before taking the kitten in his mouth and walking outside.
He had spent the day with her showing her a bunch of ways on how to be a dog:
- How to dig a hole
- How to growl at rabbits and birds as the came by the house
- How to use the pee outside
- How to chew a bone
- How to fall asleep quickly
- How to play with a ball by yourself
By the end of the day, Hermione was exhausted and filthy. Bruce had offered to clean her up but she denied him. She had heard her uncle calling for her wondering why dinner had not been served. She bit her lip knowing she was going to be punished. She lowered her head as she prodded back to the house.
Where Kitten going?
Uncle's calling me Buce. He'll be mad if I don't come in
Bruce walked with her, whimpering from the thought of the dinner's he had been with the girl.
Big human not nice to tiny human. Big human mean to her. Beat her. Starve her. Bruce scared for tiny human
Hermione nodded in agreement.
Tiny human scared for herself too!
Bruce's ears picked up.
Then tiny human should live with Bruce. Bruce nice to tiny human
She smiled up at him nodding.
I want that too Bruce.
We tell big human that tiny human live with Bruce. Bruce care for tiny human
He picked her up in his mouth and walked into the living room to see his master on the couch lazily picking at the pork of a roast his niece had slow cooked for eight hours.
He stared down at his pet lazily putting the kitten in his mouth down before watching his master happily.
"What do you want Bruce?"
Jack instantly yelped as the kitten turned into his niece. She was on the floor breathing heavily and smiling up in delight at her uncle.
"Uncle, did you see? Did you see? I can turn into a cat. We can be a family. Buce said he'd be my fwend"
She smiled brightly at her uncle knowing he would be pleased.
"What the fuck?"
Her smile dropped when he saw her uncle's face lit in horror. She gulped. It wasn't a good sign.
"Y-you freak. You mutant. You devil" He screeched at her. She gulped, moving back away from him as he removed his belt and grabbed her tying her hands together before dragging her into the kitchen area and removing a knife.
"No wonder your parents abandoned you to me. You're nothing but a freak" Her eyes widened as he brought a sharp blade down on her body.
Bruce barked in retaliation at his masters anger. He grabbed Hermione's pants trying to pull her away from her uncle but all it made her uncle do was push Bruce outside. She had screamed her lungs out that night as her uncle carved the words freak into her lower back. She laid defenseless on the floor exhausted to shreds as her uncle dragged her by the hair to the basement to chain her again.
After another two days chained to the cellar, Hermione was finally allowed to come out of her room to continue making him breakfast and clean the house. After he had left to work, she had sat by the fire for hours in contemplation, considering her situation was meek. She had decided that evening when she turned into her animagus that she was going to escape. She wondered if she would survive on her own. She didn't know the first thing about being on her own. Her uncle had taught her how to cook, how to clean, how to take a beating but it wasn't enough. She had scowered her uncle's book shelf every time he had left looking for anything that may assist her. She came across one of his 'Survival' books one day, taking her time to read every inch of paper that had been written. It had shown her just about everything she needed to live in the wilderness, including how to build a shelter, find berries, trap rabbits, etc.
She sat with the book in her lap for a while after finishing it, considering her chances of survival if she decided to leave. Surely, anything would be better than this. Perhaps she would find the social worker who originally took her to her uncles. Or better yet. She would go and find the lovely old couple who lived on her previous street. She smiled at the thought. She would be back in their arms.
'Freak'
Her eyes lit up in shock. Her uncle's voice piercing her thoughts. She gulped, tears running down her face.
She was a freak. A monster. A devil. What if she brought a worse fate on them like she did to her parents. Like her uncle had told her.
'You killed them'
Tears streamed down her reddened cheeks. She sniffed rubbing her eyes before standing up and running towards the upstairs cupboard where her empty school bag sat.
She couldn't stand it anymore. She decided that she had had enough.
She threw the book into her bag before grabbing his thick jacket, boots, socks and trousers before heading downstairs to the cookie jar. She screamed in anger as she forced her hand up. The cookie jaw smashed to the floor along with the money it contained. She looted the whole amount. A total of $155 was the only amount remaining. She had then grabbed teddy and made and breathed.
Although, he had burnt all of her toys except teddy, which she was at least grateful for, she still needed a blanket and food. She grabbed her school bag again, throwing a blanket into it before grabbing a few snacks and a drink bottle from the kitchen. She zipped up her bag prepared to head to the bathroom window, the only exit that had not been sealed off to her. That was until she heard the front door slam shut. She gulped quickly running into the bathroom and throwing her bag behind the toilet and covering it with the toilet cleaner.
"BRAT GET OUT HERE!" He screamed in anger, noticing that his dinner was not yet prepared for him. Hermione bit her cheek. Why was he home early?
"Yes Uncle" She called from the toilet before flushing it and pretending to wash her hands.
She fisted her clothes as she knew there was no way of hiding her uncle's large jacket and boots without the rest of her necessities getting caught. She decided that she was at least only going to face a punishment either way. She took a shaking breathe before opening the door and walking out to her uncle who looked even more furious now that she was wearing his clothes.
"What do you think you're doing?" His voice lowered, getting quieter. Deadlier. She panicked, gulping in air like a fish.
"I-I wanted to p-pat Bruce" He slapped her.
"I told you, you are not allowed to wear shoes. Shoes are for people, not animals" He slapped her again.
"And why are you wearing my jacket and pants?" He spat at her.
She looked down at the ground crying.
"I-I was cold" He slapped her again, knocking her down to the ground. She cried begging him to stop.
"You little liar"
"I wanted some clean clothes. You wouldn't let me wash mine"
"So it's my fault YOU STOLE MY PROPERTY" He kicked her. She screamed from the pain, sobbing into her hands.
"Were you planning on leaving?"
"No uncle" She winced her eyes.
"Where would you go?"
"Nowhere, Uncle" He punched her in the face.
"No one wants a worthless piece of shit like you" He kicked her again making her cough.
"I know uncle" Tears streamed down her face as her nose bled.
He stared at her manically before addressing the next issue.
"And where's my dinner?"
She shook knowing she hadn't prepared anything as she had been too caught up her own fantasies of leaving this godforsaken place.
"I-I didn't" She began to hyperventilate.
His fist shook in anger. He marched over to her grabbing her by her hair and dragging her into the kitchen. She sobbed in fear as she heard the stove turn on.
"P-Please, I'm sorry" She pleaded with him. He smacked her over head forcing her to collapse.
"You were planning to leave. I'm not dumb you brat. You are just like your traitorous father and whore of a mother" He screamed at her, placing a thick carving knife out of the draw and putting onto the stove.
"Remove your shirt and jacket now" He commanded.
"NO!" She shook her head in fear as she clang to his leg begging for forgiveness. He pushed her again by the back of the hair began to strip off her upper clothes. She fought against him at every strip earning her a black eye and cut eyebrow by the end.
"You're just like your father, you selfish shit" He pushed her down on the ground, holding onto her neck as he grabbed the knife.
Nothing but the child's shrieks could be heard that night as he carved the word 'TRAITOR' into her upper back.
She had spent most of the night on the floor unable to move from the intense pain. She didn't know what he did but it was the most excruciating aspect of her life that she had ever experienced. After he had finished, he had kicked her in the stomach one last time and spitting on her. She remained there on the floor for most of the night. Curled up in a ball sobbing for her mum and dad. She wanted her teddy so badly at that moment but knew she could barely move her sore muscles.
When she had finally settled down, she pulled herself up grabbing her shirt before pulling it over her body.
She bit her lip whimpering in pain before slowly standing up and making her way to the bathroom. She hadn't changed her mind about leaving. She would rather die out free then take another beating from that bastard. Even better that it was night time. She knew he wouldn't be able to follow her. Not when he was passed out from drinking himself into a stupor.
Pulling her bag slowly from behind the toilet she gently pushed it out the window careful not to make a sound and setting out at 2AM in the morning after saying a elongated farewell to Bruce.
He had offered to come with her but Hermione knew he couldn't. Hermione barely knew where she was going to go and had only packed enough food and water to last her two days at most. With Bruce it would only last a couple of hours knowing his eating habits. She hugged him round the collar and kissed him on the cheek.
"Uncle will look for me if you come with me Buce. He won't bother if it's just me" She held him for 10 more minutes before knowing she had to leave. With one last kiss on the snout she was off on a new adventure.
So that is where she ended up. After two weeks of living on the road, walking miles upon miles on damaged feet, looking for places to sleep, food to eat she was officially done. Starved, bruised, bloodied and exhausted she curled up against the bin watching the street. She sighed, her uncle was right. No one wanted her. She was a freak...and worthless.
She stared down at her feet, she had lost her shoes after the first week. Some other homeless man had grabbed her and stolen most of her belongings. A nice young woman had caught her on the streets one day and given her some green workshops she had brought from the salvation army down the road. She thanked her but now the socks were wet and filled with holes and grime.
Hermione had sat on the street that day just outside the alleyway. It was raining and she had been soaked by the rain and was now shivering as she watched people walk past. Teddy remained in her arms as she said hello to a few people to grab their attention.
No one paid any attention.
She had made a total of $1.50 before the afternoon set in and the rain became too much. Her stomach growling in retort for giving up, she huddled up inside the alley, her small home a cardboard box that resided her old school bag and a blanket. She fumbled with the zipper of the bag looking for anything warm to wear instead all she felt was water.
"No," She breathed out. Even her book which she clung to for life was soaked through. Everything was wet. Tears prickled her eyes. She began to cry into teddy.
Why? Why did this have to happen to me? She sobbed.
She watched the street for hours, seeing people pass by. After three hours something interesting caught her eyes. An older woman wearing strange green robes and rounded glasses bent down next to a stray cat on the side walk patting it. Her grey hair and warm green eyes reminded her of the lovely old couple she used to live with next door. She had failed to find her home, getting lost at every interval and not being able to walk very far with her injuries and starvation.
Hermione stared at her in awe at the woman as she gently cooed the small animal. Hermione couldn't help but take in her appearance. Did she not know Halloween wasn't for the next three weeks. Those green robes did look warm though. She wondered if the woman might give them to her for a trade. She decided against it though. She barely had anything worth such luxury and even then she had thought the better of it. She was a freak and deserved to rot.
She watched her for a while, noticing the woman's thread her fingers through the felines tufts of hair before removing something from her robes and placing it on the ground. The cat bent down eating. Hermione's eyes lit up in thought.
Food!
The lady had food.
She bit her lip staring down at a nearby puddle of water...hopefully water. She stared at her reflection, noticing the dirt, bruises and blood that stained her appearance. She sighed, nobody would pay any attention to her like this. She looked awful and ugly. She was a mess. Her uncle's words constantly ringing in her head. She turned back to the grey haired woman cooing the cat. She couldn't believe she was jealous of a cat. She stared back at her reflection one last time before transforming into her Animagus.
The woman stood up brushing her robes from the ground and watching as the mangy cat padded away from the alley. She had been on her way to buy new her husband some more lemon sheberts from the London Lolley Shop and had forgotten about her attire. It though, seemed she went unnoticed by the population. She smiled happily before fixing her glasses on her nose before taking a step.
A small meow threw her off though. She turned looking into the alleyway where she noticed a small shadow covered the darkness. She glanced at it noticing it meowing again.
"Hello!" She bent down extending her hand to coax the small feline out. She watched it shadowed features with hesitation. She smiled warmly, noticing the signs of a distressed animal.
"I'm not going to hurt you, dear. Come out" She coaxed once again. Hermione hesitated but began to takes steps forward so her small body could be seen. The woman stared at the dirt covered animal, noticing it's poor limb and brown tufts of long-fur that hid a small skeletal body.
"Oh dear. Look at you. You're only a baby"
Hermione felt like nodding but pretended to act the part and meowed for food.
"Oh, I bet you're hungry"
Hermione cried again until the woman pulled a piece of jerky out of her pocket and broke it up into pieces for the kitten to eat.
"I'm sure Albus will be disappointed when he finds out his jerky went missing" She chuckled brightly as Hermione ate.
"As much as I'm sure your mother would be worried about one of her wee kittens was on their own"
The young girl finished off the last of the jerky pieces before meowing at the older woman for more food.
"Ooch you are a hungry kitten" She broke up the last pieces before clapping her hands together. "That's it I'm afraid" Hermione's eyes sunk low. She was so hungry. She meowed again in pity. The woman stared down at her in sorrow. She had a sore spot for defenseless animals.
She checked her watch before looking at the street.
"The shops are closed. I will pick up some more Jerky tomorrow" She bent down to try and stroke the cat but she backed away frightened of human touch. Minerva noticed the poor kitten shaking knowing that the kitten had probably been abandoned and likely abused at some point. She could see the staggering footsteps of the poor kitten and her heart went out.
"Oh dear. I don't believe you will not survive on your own" She inspected the kitten again before sighing and grabbing the lid of a trash can and pulling out her wand. She transfigured the lid into a blanket before taking another step towards the kitten with open arms. The kitten backed away scared she was going to get hurt.
"I bet you could use a home. I could find you someone who would at least take you home" she placed it down on the ground next to the kitten wanting the small kitten to step into it so she could pick Hermione up. Hermione was thankful. She only had a ripped blanket that she wrapped herself up in at nighttime and it really only stayed off the wind but not the cold.
"You are quiet a pretty little cub. Why don't I take you home and we get you all nice and cleaned up" She scratched her hair before considering. The kitten's eyes lit up. Home? She'd take her home? To an actual house? To food and warmth? She had to get teddy. Hermione ran back into the alley behind the dumpster. Minerva watched the cat depart believing the cat had heard her and decided living on the streets would be better to living with her and her husband. She sighed before standing up about to leave before hearing the kitten howling for her in the darkness of the alley. Minerva took a breathe in before alighting her wand and stepping in.
It took a while to drag teddy in her form as he was twice the size of her but when she did she was stoked. The older woman would take her in and she would finally be able to have a home to stay in, even if she was a cat.
"Hello?" She heard a woman's voice. Hermione's ears pricked up at the familiar voice. The woman. Hermione began howling for the woman. She must have heard her because footsteps began to run to her. The woman bent down to the opening of the cardboard box to see the small kitten grasping onto a teddy bear for life. Hermione meowed again hopeful for food.
"Oh there you are, my dear. I was hoping I would find you" She coaxed the kitten out with food again. Hermione followed dragging her teddy by it's ear.
"I still wonder if you'd like a home"
Hermione's ears picked up at the words and she instantly pelted to the woman purring in response. Minerva giggled at the girl, happy to hear such happiness from such a bedraggled animal.
"I take that as a yes then" She opened her arms out. Hermione hesitated before going back inside and pulling her teddy out by her teeth. Minerva chuckled with humor before picking the small kitten up along with her teddy.
"Now how bout a name" She began to walk to the apparition point down the street.
"You have beautiful brown eyes and seem to enjoy that stuffed toy you have...how about Bear?" Minerva suggested. She knew it wasn't much of a name but the kitten didn't seem to mind. She chipped in approval.
"Bear it is. Until we can think of something better" She cooed the poor kitten.
Hermione smiled, sinking into the woman's coat in happiness. She was finally saved.
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