Hi! Thanks so much for reading my fic; I thought it was going to turn out bad! Well to my reviewers: Alias Mel: Thanks so much! I hope my story fits your criteria! And don't worry, I do update every time I can which means, everyday. I LIVE for fan fictions! Well here's another chapter, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, yet. 'Are thoughts', *is Hermione's conscience*, "is conversation".

Chapter 4: Ms. Johnson and her past

Harry went out to the summer sun and headed over to Hermione's to tell her his OWLs scores and the upcoming meeting in Diagon Alley with the Weasley's. When he was in her doorstep, he heard someone scream. He immediately thought it was Hermione and tried to open the door, keyword being tried. When he gave up with the front door, he jumped the back fence and went to the back door where he heard another high-pitched scream. The back door, thankfully, was unlocked so, he opened the door and came upon a sight no one would have wanted to see.

The kitchen floor was blood stained, by whom, Harry didn't have to wait long to see because as soon as his eyes traveled to the living room, he saw Hermione curled up, in fear, behind one of the couches. Hermione's face was scratched severely, some of the cuts still bleeding, the part of her hands that Harry could see was furiously trembling and her eyes had fear written all over it. Her mother was another thing. She was standing up, but from the looks, it cost her a great deal to do so, and her shirt was visibly cut open to reveal yet another bruise and cut. How Harry hadn't noticed before, he didn't know.

On the other side of the room was a muscular man Harry assumed was Hermione's dad. He had rough face and looked ready to kill. He had a dagger in his hand, which looked like it had been recently used. Harry's mind put two and two together and he took out his wand as quickly as he could without being noticed, which he assumed nobody had because Hermione's dad was now approaching her. He fully knew about the Wizarding laws about underage wizardry, yet he didn't care. All he had in his mind was his promise to Hermione, to never let her get hurt. Yet his mind was telling him to call 911 by muggle telephone and create a distraction while the muggle authorities got there. So he did. After he called 911, he took a plate from the kitchen and crashed it. His plan was successful.

Hermione's dad stopped abruptly in the middle of the living room and turned his head towards the source of the noise. There stood Harry, wand in his right hand and knife, which he picked just in case, in his left. Now all attention, like always, was on him. Hermione threw a warning look, she meant it that way but the pain didn't let her, to Harry and he returned it with a look, which told 'What the heck is going on here?' (AN: I didn't know what to write so bear with me!) Hermione's dad, on the other hand, was walking towards Harry with a deadly look in his eyes.

"Who are you and what the HELL are you doing here?" said Mr. Granger.

"I would like to ask you the same question," asked Harry, trying to buy some time for Hermione who was edging out of the room.

"None of your business, now we can't have you looking and telling off, can we?" Mr. Granger said.

"Now, Mr. Granger, don't do something you'll regret..." Harry said, getting terrified by the minute.

"And who said I will?" Mr. Granger said. He broke into a run halfway to the kitchen, and so did Harry.

With his quidditch-born reflexes, he ducked some of the glasses Mr. Granger was throwing him, though one got him in the arm and had sent a shred of glass into his already painful arm. Just when Mr. Granger was going to grab Harry, the police burst through the back and front doors, stopping Mr. Granger in midair.

"Drop the weapon and put your hands in the air!" shouted one of the cops. Mr. Granger reluctantly did so. The cops apprehended him and were taking Ms. Johnson, (the divorce papers got through.) Harry and Hermione towards one of the patrol cars to take them to a nearby hospital. Having heard the commotion and the police cars, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were now watching everything from the front lawn with disgusted looks on their faces. Truth be told, they didn't care whether Harry got hurt or not, they preferred him dead than alive, less a burden to them.

On the way to the hospital, nobody spoke. Once they got there, they were taken to the E.R. where nurses attended them. Harry had a few minor cuts and the shred had, miraculously, not gotten far enough to do any serious damage. He didn't hear what Hermione's damages were, because the cops took him to the police station to get questioned. He was enraged by the happenings of the morning and he bowed that if he saw Hermione's dad ever again, to get the living daylights out of him.

AN: Yes, I know, right now it seems as though it's a HP/HG fic but trust me IT ISN'T! I personally hate those stories and I only like HG/DM, well as soon as they get to Hogwarts, you'll get what you have been waiting for!! Well, I hope you liked this chapter, I REALLY hope you do, although I know it was boring, and please review!!!!! Well till next time! Alannah