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DISCLAIMER- none of the following characters are mine, and so on and so forth.
Chapter 2
Slowly Hermione's eyes opened. Pain spread like wildfire from her arm straight to her brain. The familiar surroundings of her parents' room swam in and out of focus. Blinking several times Hermione forced herself to concentrate. Gradually the scene around her settled into bright piercing colours that burnt her eyes. Wincing from pain, Hermione swung her too thin legs over the side of the bed.
Sitting up Hermione could now see the large mirror that covered one of the shorter walls in her parents' room. Although she had grown used to seeing bruises covering her pale skin over the past few months, this was an all time new for her. Black bruises covered her face. A nasty gash ran from her right temple to the left eyebrow. Gingerly Hermione, one handedly, lifted the grey flannel top she was wearing. Sure enough the bruises also covered the flat plane of her stomach. Cautiously Hermione tried to move her left arm. Streaks of lightning shot from her arm. Black stars appeared in her eyesight.
Cradling her arm, Hermione haltingly got up from the blood stained bed. Cuts re-opened and blood ran freely down Hermione.
"Mum?" Weaving from the blood loss, Hermione stumbled to her mother's side. With a thump Hermione knelt by her mum. Memories of holidays and generally happy times flooded Hermione's mind. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Tentatively she touched the stone cold face that once spoke of happiness and could make anyone smile. Crooning gently Hermione stroked the snarled hair. Whispering reassurances that fell on empty ears Hermione closed the swollen eyelids over the green glassy eyes.
Not making a sound Hermione went into her room and plucked a few school robes from the wardrobe. Flinching from the pain she opened her set of drawers and grasped some underwear. Worries about her wand Hermione racked her memory and remembered how she had left her overnight bag by the door.
A pink envelope caught Hermione's eye. Written in her mother's hand was just on word; Hermione. Knowing she didn't have the time to read it just yet she picked it up and put it on the small bundle of clothes in her arms. A tiny leather bag full of wizarding coins was plopped into her arms.
Staggering, but not from the weight of the clothes, Hermione descended the stairs and into the main hallway. Gratefully, she dumped the clothes on the floor and opened the small red bag on the floor by the door. Firmly holding her wand Hermione performed the charm similar to the one on Moody's trunk. The bag would now have the space to hold as much as Hermione wanted it to. Hastily the clothes were pushed into the bag and a weightless spell was cast over it.
Using the mirror over the hall table Hermione cast a concealment charm over her face. Thankfully it was raining so the blood would wash off. Slipping the wand into her sleeve, Hermione opened the door. From the growing pinkish light Hermione guessed she had been out cold for about twelve or so hours.
Trying not to knock her arm Hermione slid out her wand. Despite the care she took the wand tapped the swollen arm. The dull, throbbing pain intensified into a constant throb of extreme agony. Gasping, Hermione shakingly stuck out her right arm and waggled it around a little. Thankfully she didn't have to wait for long. The well-known shape of the Knight Bus lurched to a stop next to her. Without really listening to what the conductor said she just scooped out a handful of coins from the pouch and staggered to the closest bed.
Not knowing she was being closely watched Hermione sandwiched the bag between her body and the side of the bus and drifted off into the bliss of slumber.
*****
Sorry it's a little short but that's all for now sorry. I'll probably update tomorrow so keep in tune!!
Now then. See that little purple box thing? Yeah? Well click it! And do you know what? You can tell me exactly what you think! Now is that magic or what? Review!
DISCLAIMER- none of the following characters are mine, and so on and so forth.
Chapter 2
Slowly Hermione's eyes opened. Pain spread like wildfire from her arm straight to her brain. The familiar surroundings of her parents' room swam in and out of focus. Blinking several times Hermione forced herself to concentrate. Gradually the scene around her settled into bright piercing colours that burnt her eyes. Wincing from pain, Hermione swung her too thin legs over the side of the bed.
Sitting up Hermione could now see the large mirror that covered one of the shorter walls in her parents' room. Although she had grown used to seeing bruises covering her pale skin over the past few months, this was an all time new for her. Black bruises covered her face. A nasty gash ran from her right temple to the left eyebrow. Gingerly Hermione, one handedly, lifted the grey flannel top she was wearing. Sure enough the bruises also covered the flat plane of her stomach. Cautiously Hermione tried to move her left arm. Streaks of lightning shot from her arm. Black stars appeared in her eyesight.
Cradling her arm, Hermione haltingly got up from the blood stained bed. Cuts re-opened and blood ran freely down Hermione.
"Mum?" Weaving from the blood loss, Hermione stumbled to her mother's side. With a thump Hermione knelt by her mum. Memories of holidays and generally happy times flooded Hermione's mind. Tears flowed down her cheeks. Tentatively she touched the stone cold face that once spoke of happiness and could make anyone smile. Crooning gently Hermione stroked the snarled hair. Whispering reassurances that fell on empty ears Hermione closed the swollen eyelids over the green glassy eyes.
Not making a sound Hermione went into her room and plucked a few school robes from the wardrobe. Flinching from the pain she opened her set of drawers and grasped some underwear. Worries about her wand Hermione racked her memory and remembered how she had left her overnight bag by the door.
A pink envelope caught Hermione's eye. Written in her mother's hand was just on word; Hermione. Knowing she didn't have the time to read it just yet she picked it up and put it on the small bundle of clothes in her arms. A tiny leather bag full of wizarding coins was plopped into her arms.
Staggering, but not from the weight of the clothes, Hermione descended the stairs and into the main hallway. Gratefully, she dumped the clothes on the floor and opened the small red bag on the floor by the door. Firmly holding her wand Hermione performed the charm similar to the one on Moody's trunk. The bag would now have the space to hold as much as Hermione wanted it to. Hastily the clothes were pushed into the bag and a weightless spell was cast over it.
Using the mirror over the hall table Hermione cast a concealment charm over her face. Thankfully it was raining so the blood would wash off. Slipping the wand into her sleeve, Hermione opened the door. From the growing pinkish light Hermione guessed she had been out cold for about twelve or so hours.
Trying not to knock her arm Hermione slid out her wand. Despite the care she took the wand tapped the swollen arm. The dull, throbbing pain intensified into a constant throb of extreme agony. Gasping, Hermione shakingly stuck out her right arm and waggled it around a little. Thankfully she didn't have to wait for long. The well-known shape of the Knight Bus lurched to a stop next to her. Without really listening to what the conductor said she just scooped out a handful of coins from the pouch and staggered to the closest bed.
Not knowing she was being closely watched Hermione sandwiched the bag between her body and the side of the bus and drifted off into the bliss of slumber.
*****
Sorry it's a little short but that's all for now sorry. I'll probably update tomorrow so keep in tune!!
Now then. See that little purple box thing? Yeah? Well click it! And do you know what? You can tell me exactly what you think! Now is that magic or what? Review!