Yay! My very first proper HG/SS fic! And yes it is yet another of those Hermione's dad goes psycho and Sev saves the day things. I know how annoying they are but please bear with me!
DISCLAIMER- None of the following characters are mine and so on and so forth. Though I do wish that I could own Severus.
"Hermione?" the thin gaunt face of the Hogwart's seventh year lifted itself up from the tear stained pillow.
"What is it Mum?" Over the holidays Hermione had grown used to healing minor bruises and cuts. Ever since her father had hit the bottle after being made redundant he had changed so much. Every night he came in drunk. Every night Hermione heard her mother's whimpers and longed for her own to stop also.
"Nothing I was just wondering if you wanted to go to a friend's house for the night."
"Why?"
"Well I've just been thinking about how you never seem to go out. You shouldn't stay holed up in your room."
"Um, okay. I'll ring Krissa." Hermione's brow creased in confusion. She went out at every oppurtunity.
"Good. You can use the cordless. Here you go." Helen Granger tossed the grey phone to her only child.
***
"Mum?! Kris says I can go stay with her tonight. Have you got any chocolate? And where's Beauty and the Beast?" Despite being a children's video, both Krissa Lewinski and Hermione loved the classic Disney film. "Never mind. Got it!" Stuffing the video into the small red bag that held her wand Hermione made her way down the stairs.
"God, you sounded like an elephant coming down them stairs!" Shaking her head Helen Granger grabbed the keys hanging on the nail by the door and opened the large door. The yellow VW bug was outside the house and was opened after some persuasion from Mrs. Granger's boot clad foot.
With a brand new dent in the side the bug made it's way to the suburban area where Kris and her family lived. Spluttering and gurgling, the bug stopped in front of the house.
"So what time will you be picking me up?"
"I'll pick you up about two tomorrow okay? And don't worry, everything's going to be fine now." No reply came. Hermione got out of the tiny car and opened the iron wrought gate. She waved her mum off and knocked on the door. Her friend's west highland terrier immediately greeted her with short barks and many wags of the tail.
"Hey Herm. Kris's in the kitchen." Kris' older brother Casey opened the door and ushered her in. Dumping her bag by the fur rug covered table Hermione made her way to the large kitchen.
"Herm! Man it's been ages since I last saw ya! How's school?" Hermione hadn't even told her best friend about her being a witch. She was under the impression that Hermione was in her final year in a girls only boarding school in Yorkshire.
"Fine. I got the highest marks again."
"Tut. How many times am I to tell you that you need to live! You know drop a mark or two. Maybe even get a letter home about something other than your excellent performance!"
"Shut up. So, you've got the popcorn?"
"No. See these things? They're actually tiny atomic bombs that look like popcorn. I'm afraid we have no popcorn. What do you think? What a nutter! But that's why I love ya! So when are we gonna fill Casey's pillow with glue?" A sleepover at Kris' house was never dull.
***
"Come on wake up."
"Ohgoway. Tobrigh. Neesleep." Hermione rolled over and found herself on the floor. Her best friend smiled and prodded Hermione's pale legs with her foot.
"I've got some melted chocolate and some cheap gummy sweets. Wanna have breakfast?" Ever since their very first sleepover when they were just nine they had eaten the exact same breakfast. Some weird brand of sweets dipped in melted, and often burnt, chocolate.
Quickly Hermione went into the bathroom that joined onto Kris' room. While putting on the concealment charms that were second nature to her she wrenched the comb through her knotted hair. Over the summer she had grown increasingly thin. High cheekbones protruded from a bony face. Dark skin beneath her eyes told of nights slept tossing and turning. White scars criss-crossed her frail wrists. Returned to some resemblance of normality, Hermione went through the upper lounge and went down into the kitchen. Quickly the two girls wolfed down the bizarre meal. Interrupted once by Casey they ate in silence. At about eight Mr and Mrs Lewinski made an appearance. Both ate a more sane breakfast.
Even when things had been better between her parents Hermione had loved to stay at the Lewinski house. Everything was so... so right. The atmosphere was never tense and any argument never lasted long. Hermione had always wondered why Kris had such a perfect family. While she had no brothers or sisters to talk to Kris had both a brother and a sister. As the years went on and the ambience of the Granger household had got more and more tense this house had become her place of haven and solitude. Her friend never argued with her mother. She also never had the urge to hit Hermione.
Several times Hermione had thought about the solace of death. Several times she had tried to reach the cold slumber of death. Although she never let it show inside she was an absolute mess. She lived in terror of her dad. Afraid to do anything but remain silent until he passed out or left the house for the pub. Although he had never actually drawn blood her father was never anything but vicious. Despite his drunken stupors he never marked skin which could be seen. He was like that all the time. Making sure he covered his tracks. However the tracks he had made in Hermione's mind could never be erased.
***
"Hermione, what time did Helen say she'd pick you up?"
"About two."
"Well it's four so do you want a lift home? I'm not trying to get rid of you but we're all going out in a while."
"I know. Kris told me. Um, unless it would be too much to ask, Mr Lewinski, I could do with a lift"
"Okay then. You got all your stuff?" The blonde haired man got up from the chair and walked to the door. Hermione and Kris followed him. She picked her bag up and left the last piece of sanity she would meet for months.
*
"Thanks for the lift Mr. Lewinski!" Using the car frame Hermione pushed herself up from the car.
"Hey Herm. Next time you have a holiday make sure you ring me. Yeah?"
"Course I will! Bye!" Standing at the door Hermione waited until the Mercedes had turned the corner before she opened the door.
"Mum?" Slipping her keys onto the nail Hermione made her way further into the house. Something was wrong. Saturday was when her mother cleaned the house. That meant the Hoover would be out. However it was sitting where it usually sat.
"Mum? Where are you?" A gut wrenching feeling of unease settled into her abdomen. No one was downstairs so Hermione made her way upstairs. Pictures of family and paintings made by a five-year-old hand hung crooked. Bile rushed to the back of Hermione's throat as she spotted a smear of red on the doorframe of her parent's room. Hermione wrenched open the door and her stomach lurched. Shivers ran along her spine and raced to her head.
Hermione leant against the doorframe. Her father was sitting on the foot of the bed leering at her. A bottle of whisky in his hand.
In his bloody hands.
Sobs of true pain wracked Hermione's small frame. At her father's feet lay the lifeless body of her mother. Her luxurious hair was thick with blood. It also looked like half her hair was on the floor also. Ripped clothes had been thrown against the dresser. Blood was everywhere.
"You bastard. You've killed her." Spikes of fear drove themselves into Hermione.
"And you're point is?" His words were slurred. He successfully managed to get up. Swaying George Granger staggered towards his only child. His wet hands released the bottle. As he heard the soft tinkle of the breaking glass he looked down. Paralysed with fear Hermione watched as he somehow managed to lean down and pick up the largest shard of the green glass.
"Dad? What are you going to do?" The words jolted her teeth.
"Only what you've got coming to you. You know what? You're a slut just like you're mother." To emphasise his point George gestured to the dead body he had almost tripped over.
"She isn't a slut. And neither am I."
"That's what she said. Look where she ended up. The same place you will." Bloodshot eyes raked over Hermione's sparse body. Realising what he had planned for her Hermione ran from the room. Bellowing in rage her father hurried after her.
The last thing Hermione remembered was a hand around her ankle. She just remembered seeing the corner of the wall coming closer to her. After that there was nothing.
*****
Well shall I continue? If I know someone's read this I'll post another chapter. If not, I won't bother. So please review!!!!!!!! Also if you can think of a better title please tell me!
*coughreviewcough*
-x-Kylaia-x-
DISCLAIMER- None of the following characters are mine and so on and so forth. Though I do wish that I could own Severus.
"Hermione?" the thin gaunt face of the Hogwart's seventh year lifted itself up from the tear stained pillow.
"What is it Mum?" Over the holidays Hermione had grown used to healing minor bruises and cuts. Ever since her father had hit the bottle after being made redundant he had changed so much. Every night he came in drunk. Every night Hermione heard her mother's whimpers and longed for her own to stop also.
"Nothing I was just wondering if you wanted to go to a friend's house for the night."
"Why?"
"Well I've just been thinking about how you never seem to go out. You shouldn't stay holed up in your room."
"Um, okay. I'll ring Krissa." Hermione's brow creased in confusion. She went out at every oppurtunity.
"Good. You can use the cordless. Here you go." Helen Granger tossed the grey phone to her only child.
***
"Mum?! Kris says I can go stay with her tonight. Have you got any chocolate? And where's Beauty and the Beast?" Despite being a children's video, both Krissa Lewinski and Hermione loved the classic Disney film. "Never mind. Got it!" Stuffing the video into the small red bag that held her wand Hermione made her way down the stairs.
"God, you sounded like an elephant coming down them stairs!" Shaking her head Helen Granger grabbed the keys hanging on the nail by the door and opened the large door. The yellow VW bug was outside the house and was opened after some persuasion from Mrs. Granger's boot clad foot.
With a brand new dent in the side the bug made it's way to the suburban area where Kris and her family lived. Spluttering and gurgling, the bug stopped in front of the house.
"So what time will you be picking me up?"
"I'll pick you up about two tomorrow okay? And don't worry, everything's going to be fine now." No reply came. Hermione got out of the tiny car and opened the iron wrought gate. She waved her mum off and knocked on the door. Her friend's west highland terrier immediately greeted her with short barks and many wags of the tail.
"Hey Herm. Kris's in the kitchen." Kris' older brother Casey opened the door and ushered her in. Dumping her bag by the fur rug covered table Hermione made her way to the large kitchen.
"Herm! Man it's been ages since I last saw ya! How's school?" Hermione hadn't even told her best friend about her being a witch. She was under the impression that Hermione was in her final year in a girls only boarding school in Yorkshire.
"Fine. I got the highest marks again."
"Tut. How many times am I to tell you that you need to live! You know drop a mark or two. Maybe even get a letter home about something other than your excellent performance!"
"Shut up. So, you've got the popcorn?"
"No. See these things? They're actually tiny atomic bombs that look like popcorn. I'm afraid we have no popcorn. What do you think? What a nutter! But that's why I love ya! So when are we gonna fill Casey's pillow with glue?" A sleepover at Kris' house was never dull.
***
"Come on wake up."
"Ohgoway. Tobrigh. Neesleep." Hermione rolled over and found herself on the floor. Her best friend smiled and prodded Hermione's pale legs with her foot.
"I've got some melted chocolate and some cheap gummy sweets. Wanna have breakfast?" Ever since their very first sleepover when they were just nine they had eaten the exact same breakfast. Some weird brand of sweets dipped in melted, and often burnt, chocolate.
Quickly Hermione went into the bathroom that joined onto Kris' room. While putting on the concealment charms that were second nature to her she wrenched the comb through her knotted hair. Over the summer she had grown increasingly thin. High cheekbones protruded from a bony face. Dark skin beneath her eyes told of nights slept tossing and turning. White scars criss-crossed her frail wrists. Returned to some resemblance of normality, Hermione went through the upper lounge and went down into the kitchen. Quickly the two girls wolfed down the bizarre meal. Interrupted once by Casey they ate in silence. At about eight Mr and Mrs Lewinski made an appearance. Both ate a more sane breakfast.
Even when things had been better between her parents Hermione had loved to stay at the Lewinski house. Everything was so... so right. The atmosphere was never tense and any argument never lasted long. Hermione had always wondered why Kris had such a perfect family. While she had no brothers or sisters to talk to Kris had both a brother and a sister. As the years went on and the ambience of the Granger household had got more and more tense this house had become her place of haven and solitude. Her friend never argued with her mother. She also never had the urge to hit Hermione.
Several times Hermione had thought about the solace of death. Several times she had tried to reach the cold slumber of death. Although she never let it show inside she was an absolute mess. She lived in terror of her dad. Afraid to do anything but remain silent until he passed out or left the house for the pub. Although he had never actually drawn blood her father was never anything but vicious. Despite his drunken stupors he never marked skin which could be seen. He was like that all the time. Making sure he covered his tracks. However the tracks he had made in Hermione's mind could never be erased.
***
"Hermione, what time did Helen say she'd pick you up?"
"About two."
"Well it's four so do you want a lift home? I'm not trying to get rid of you but we're all going out in a while."
"I know. Kris told me. Um, unless it would be too much to ask, Mr Lewinski, I could do with a lift"
"Okay then. You got all your stuff?" The blonde haired man got up from the chair and walked to the door. Hermione and Kris followed him. She picked her bag up and left the last piece of sanity she would meet for months.
*
"Thanks for the lift Mr. Lewinski!" Using the car frame Hermione pushed herself up from the car.
"Hey Herm. Next time you have a holiday make sure you ring me. Yeah?"
"Course I will! Bye!" Standing at the door Hermione waited until the Mercedes had turned the corner before she opened the door.
"Mum?" Slipping her keys onto the nail Hermione made her way further into the house. Something was wrong. Saturday was when her mother cleaned the house. That meant the Hoover would be out. However it was sitting where it usually sat.
"Mum? Where are you?" A gut wrenching feeling of unease settled into her abdomen. No one was downstairs so Hermione made her way upstairs. Pictures of family and paintings made by a five-year-old hand hung crooked. Bile rushed to the back of Hermione's throat as she spotted a smear of red on the doorframe of her parent's room. Hermione wrenched open the door and her stomach lurched. Shivers ran along her spine and raced to her head.
Hermione leant against the doorframe. Her father was sitting on the foot of the bed leering at her. A bottle of whisky in his hand.
In his bloody hands.
Sobs of true pain wracked Hermione's small frame. At her father's feet lay the lifeless body of her mother. Her luxurious hair was thick with blood. It also looked like half her hair was on the floor also. Ripped clothes had been thrown against the dresser. Blood was everywhere.
"You bastard. You've killed her." Spikes of fear drove themselves into Hermione.
"And you're point is?" His words were slurred. He successfully managed to get up. Swaying George Granger staggered towards his only child. His wet hands released the bottle. As he heard the soft tinkle of the breaking glass he looked down. Paralysed with fear Hermione watched as he somehow managed to lean down and pick up the largest shard of the green glass.
"Dad? What are you going to do?" The words jolted her teeth.
"Only what you've got coming to you. You know what? You're a slut just like you're mother." To emphasise his point George gestured to the dead body he had almost tripped over.
"She isn't a slut. And neither am I."
"That's what she said. Look where she ended up. The same place you will." Bloodshot eyes raked over Hermione's sparse body. Realising what he had planned for her Hermione ran from the room. Bellowing in rage her father hurried after her.
The last thing Hermione remembered was a hand around her ankle. She just remembered seeing the corner of the wall coming closer to her. After that there was nothing.
*****
Well shall I continue? If I know someone's read this I'll post another chapter. If not, I won't bother. So please review!!!!!!!! Also if you can think of a better title please tell me!
*coughreviewcough*
-x-Kylaia-x-