Betrayal
Hermione stood in front of the mirror and applied a small amount of make-up. Then after piling her golden brown hair on top of her shoes and excited her room. It was around about 7:45 and she was about to leave for a movie when her father staggered in.
"Where do you sink you goin?" He slurred drunkenly.
"Um to the movies remember?" She replied hesitantly.
"No, you ain't goin anywheres!" He hollered advancing on her.
She back up and squeaked slightly "Dad.." She gasped in pain when her back slammed up against the wall, her head banging her head off a picture of her mother, who had died in a car accident about five months before. Hermione hadn't learned of it until she came home for the summer, her father had been intent on keeping it from her.
Mr.Granger pinned her up against the wall "I know what you teens are up to these days. Your out having unprotected sex and what not. You've been having sex with those boys you hang around with haven't you!" It was more of a statement then a question.
Hermione was sick to her stomach at her fathers accusations. Her fathers backed away and smacked her hard acrossed her face, making her slam up against a dresser that had been close by. He grabbed her and threw her up against a wall. The picture of her mother fell crashing to the ground. Her father's face contorted and he pushed her towards the door dropping to his knees. "Go! Leave and don't come back. I don't wanna see you ever again."
Hermione left, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know what to do or where to go. She was upset and shocked that her father would revert to such acts. Especially her. She knew he was drunk but that didn't give him an excuse. The air was a bit chilly. Hermione looked down at herself and almost cried out, her skirt had been partially torn, she zipped up her jacket and kept moving.
She wandered around for about an hour or two without really paying attention to where she was going. She was so emotionally and physical exhausted. Wandering around for a little while more proved to be a difficult thing to do. She then remembered the story of the knight bus once told to her by Harry. Hermione then summoned the bus, boarded, listed her destination as 'The Leaky Cauldron' and had fallen asleep within ten minutes.
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Tears
Filling my eyes, An attempt to escape, Through never allowed. Finally released, They run down, And join together, In a whirlpool of thought.
By: Cassandra Kesling
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Hermione stood in front of the mirror and applied a small amount of make-up. Then after piling her golden brown hair on top of her shoes and excited her room. It was around about 7:45 and she was about to leave for a movie when her father staggered in.
"Where do you sink you goin?" He slurred drunkenly.
"Um to the movies remember?" She replied hesitantly.
"No, you ain't goin anywheres!" He hollered advancing on her.
She back up and squeaked slightly "Dad.." She gasped in pain when her back slammed up against the wall, her head banging her head off a picture of her mother, who had died in a car accident about five months before. Hermione hadn't learned of it until she came home for the summer, her father had been intent on keeping it from her.
Mr.Granger pinned her up against the wall "I know what you teens are up to these days. Your out having unprotected sex and what not. You've been having sex with those boys you hang around with haven't you!" It was more of a statement then a question.
Hermione was sick to her stomach at her fathers accusations. Her fathers backed away and smacked her hard acrossed her face, making her slam up against a dresser that had been close by. He grabbed her and threw her up against a wall. The picture of her mother fell crashing to the ground. Her father's face contorted and he pushed her towards the door dropping to his knees. "Go! Leave and don't come back. I don't wanna see you ever again."
Hermione left, tears streaming down her face. She didn't know what to do or where to go. She was upset and shocked that her father would revert to such acts. Especially her. She knew he was drunk but that didn't give him an excuse. The air was a bit chilly. Hermione looked down at herself and almost cried out, her skirt had been partially torn, she zipped up her jacket and kept moving.
She wandered around for about an hour or two without really paying attention to where she was going. She was so emotionally and physical exhausted. Wandering around for a little while more proved to be a difficult thing to do. She then remembered the story of the knight bus once told to her by Harry. Hermione then summoned the bus, boarded, listed her destination as 'The Leaky Cauldron' and had fallen asleep within ten minutes.
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Tears
Filling my eyes, An attempt to escape, Through never allowed. Finally released, They run down, And join together, In a whirlpool of thought.
By: Cassandra Kesling
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