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Author's Note: This story is rated R for the violence and the swearing and some of the material. If you don't like reading about depression and drinking and drugs and abuse, I suggest you quit reading this story right now. It gets lighter though as the story moves on. If this story offends anyone I'm deeply sorry.

~orangeykisses16~

The Return of the Celtic

Epilogue

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Life is just a nightmare…

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Hermione Granger was just a normal girl to her friends. They didn't think anything of her eagerness to learn, her ongoing knowledge. But there was a reason behind it…oh there was. She never admitted it to anyone, not even her best girl friend, Ginny. None of them knew the truth. When they were visiting, they couldn't see anything wrong. They saw a nice family, almost a portrayal of the perfect family. But when nobody was around, Hermione Granger's life was hell. She was on anti-depressants, and all sorts of medicines. She had stayed in a mental hospital overnight one night before her third year of Hogwarts, just to make sure she wasn't going insane. She saw a counselor regularly, and at Hogwarts she had to make bi-nightly visits to a Professor's office, and a ghost stayed in the room every night, hidden in the depths of their closets so as not to be noticed. She tried to stay upbeat, and it was pretty easy once she was back at Hogwarts. Her problem was her dad. He was violent, a druggie, a drinker. He'd stay out late partying with "the guys" and come home at 3 am and give Hermione and her mother hell for not being awake and ready for him when he got back. Then he'd beat them. Hermione had scars all over to show for it, and her mother got the worst of it. She had lit candles thrown at her, glass jars and dishes, and knives too. Hermione hadn't lived around this her whole life, but when she and her mother were forced to move from their small-town life in Alabama to London, things changed. Her father messed with the law a little bit through his lawyer friend Jerry and had Hermione and her mother Rheannen under his control. Her father, Obadiah, never had a problem, seeing as his problem had been living with his ex-wife and daughter. When she had moved in with him though, the tears erupted and the yelling chopped through the air like a gunshot.

Hermione knew the truth. She had been an accident. Her grandmother had just died and her mom was very depressed, so she went to a bar to drink. She drank too much, met Obadiah, and had a night with him. When she woke up, she was out on the curb by his apartment with a really bad hangover and was drenched in rain. She immediately took the first flight she could from where she was (New York) to back home with her dad (Alabama). By the time she got there, she realized that she could be pregnant so she immediately went to a drug store in town. Finally, she got the results. She was pregnant. The nine months passed and after Hermione was born, Rheannen built up the courage to call Obadiah and tell him that he was a father. "What do you mean, I'm a father!?" he screamed. "You fucking slut! You weren't supposed to get pregnant on me!"

"I'm sorry!" she cried. "It's not like I can control it!"

"Well, what's his name?"

"Well," Rheannen said nervously. "Her name is Hermione Rae Granger and she was born yesterday and she's legally in my custody."

"I wouldn't want her anyway," he said. "I would never live with a girl. I've got to have a son or nothing at all!"

"Do you want pictures or anything?" Rheannen asked, only asking because of her father's instruction.

"Hell no!" Obadiah screamed. "Now I don't want anything to do with either of you ever! Never contact me again or I'm calling the police!"

He slammed the receiver down and Rheannen slid down the wall to the floor, crying. Hermione's grandfather, Josiah, looked up from his rocking chair and asked, "What's wrong honey?"

"He doesn't want anything to do with us," Rheannen wailed. "He's mad at me for having a girl, he called me a slut, and he said that if I contacted him again he'd call the police."

"Forget about him, honey," Josiah said calmly. "Just forget about him. You have a precious little daughter and she's adorable. What more do you need? Just stay here as long as you need to."

"Thank you so much daddy," she said.

"But I want you to remember," he added. "That I am very disappointed in you. I never would have expected my little baby girl having a baby girl of her very own when she was only 16 years old."

Rheannen just nodded at the weight of his words. She was only 16. 16 and she was already a mother. "Why don't you go get some rest? I'll take care of Hermione tonight. I think she's asleep," Josiah said.

"Where will she sleep?"

"I put the crib up in your room."

"Thank you so much, daddy."

That was that. One of the few nights that changed Hermione's life.

There were a few things she knew about her father that made it so easy for him to trick her friends. He was one of the best actors in his class, and he was friends with a lot of wise people. Hermione and her mother call it bull shit. Hermione had scars to prove that he really was abusive. She has burn marks all over her body. She looks like she's got polka dots in some places. Other places she has long lines along her skin. The most painful of her scars, though, are all the stitches she's had to get. 174 total. The biggest one was along her arm, when her dad tried breaking her arm while she was sleeping. It almost makes a complete circle around her right forearm. Then she has them all over in various places, such as on her legs, face, head, arms, and even her neck. Then she remembered all the times he'd mess with the water system while she was showering. He'd turn it sizzling hot, freezing low, and everywhere inbetween. You could say she had no room left for pain. She'd gone through it all, there was nothing left to feel.

Nobody knew any of this. Nobody suspected a thing. Then there was the reason she tried so hard in school: all her brothers. All of her brothers had the same dad as her, but all their moms were different…none had the same. It grossed her out to think that her father has slept with at least a dozen women counting her mother. She has 7 older brothers and 4 younger brothers. When she was born, her father was 29. 13 years older than her mother. There was Jacob (Jake), he was 23. Next came Ethan, who was 22, followed by Logan who was 21 and Anthony (Tony) who was 20. After Tony came Luke who was 19, Ryan who was 18, and Andrew (Andy) who was 17. Next was Hermione, who was 16, Erik who was 15, and Brandon who was 14. The two youngest are Cole and Aidan, who are 13 and 12 collectively.

Yes, this was a lot of women for Obadiah to sleep with, and the mere thought disgusted Hermione. Some of her brothers were cool, though. She hated Jake, Ethan, Logan, Tony, and Luke because they could get away with not going to college, and they had the nerve to do the same things as their father. Jake already has three kids, Ethan has two, Logan has one, and Tony and Luke were getting there quickly. She didn't see much of Cole and Aidan because they traveled with their mothers and their step-fathers. She was really close with Ryan, Andy, Erik, and Brandon. They were always around at the right time. Each had a special quality she admired, too. Ryan was always there to give encouraging words. Andy was always the one to go to if you needed a hug. Erik was always there to talk to about anything, and Brandon was always there to persuade you to do even the stupidest things. They were more than just brothers to her, they were her best friends. They would all get through the hard times together because they'd always know exactly what was going on with the other. They were inseparable.