(In this story a few people may seem to be acting a little out of character
but I hope that you all like it anyway!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
A girl awoke to the sound of shouted words from somewhere near her door. She slid out of bed and slid her feet into a pair of warm, fuzzy slippers. She then opened her door and began to walk down the steps and into the kitchen. She opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass which she later poured milk into.
Shortly after the girl sat down at the kitchen table she heard the shouting draw nearer, and it erupted into the room as her parents walked through the kitchen door. The girl didn't say anything to either of them but simply sat in her chair, sipping on her drink. As the argument between the two intensified the girl stood to walk out of the room but was stopped by her father.
"Where in the hell do you think that you are going?" he asked her with a drunken slur to his voice.
"I have to go into town today to get my school stuff," she replied. She once again turned to leave the room but was stopped for the second time when her father grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"You aren't going anywhere today," he told her.
Looking him straight in the eyes she forcefully told him, "Let go of my arm."
"Or you'll do what? Tell your stupid little friends?" He chuckled at his previous words. The girl tried to pull her arm away but wasn't strong enough. "You aren't going anywhere today," he said again. The girl tried her hardest to wrench her arm free but her father had an iron grip.
After pulling a few more times she freed her arm and turned and ran out of the room. She had only reached the bottom step by the time her father caught up with her. He grabbed her from behind and spun her around. Just as she stopped in her spinning, she found her self facing him, and before she could utter a sound he reached out and punched her hard in the chest.
The girl landed roughly on the foot of the stairs and it was here that her father punched her twice in the face before walking off, back into the kitchen. The girl didn't hesitate as she ran up the stairs, got some of her tings and ran from the house. She ran as far as she could and quickly walked up a long drive to a house; the only one she had seen for miles.
When she knocked on the door a man answered and the girl asked of she could stay the night. The man said that if she would come with him he would introduce her to his employers and ask them if she could stay. The two of them walked down as long hall before entering a room where the man said, "I am sorry to bother you Sir but there is a girl here that seems to be in need of help."
"Who is it?"
"Well young Mr. Malfoy sir she says that her name is Hermione Granger."
(A/N: This was just an idea that I came up with the other night so please tell me what you think. If you like it I shall continue on with more chapters later.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
A girl awoke to the sound of shouted words from somewhere near her door. She slid out of bed and slid her feet into a pair of warm, fuzzy slippers. She then opened her door and began to walk down the steps and into the kitchen. She opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass which she later poured milk into.
Shortly after the girl sat down at the kitchen table she heard the shouting draw nearer, and it erupted into the room as her parents walked through the kitchen door. The girl didn't say anything to either of them but simply sat in her chair, sipping on her drink. As the argument between the two intensified the girl stood to walk out of the room but was stopped by her father.
"Where in the hell do you think that you are going?" he asked her with a drunken slur to his voice.
"I have to go into town today to get my school stuff," she replied. She once again turned to leave the room but was stopped for the second time when her father grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"You aren't going anywhere today," he told her.
Looking him straight in the eyes she forcefully told him, "Let go of my arm."
"Or you'll do what? Tell your stupid little friends?" He chuckled at his previous words. The girl tried to pull her arm away but wasn't strong enough. "You aren't going anywhere today," he said again. The girl tried her hardest to wrench her arm free but her father had an iron grip.
After pulling a few more times she freed her arm and turned and ran out of the room. She had only reached the bottom step by the time her father caught up with her. He grabbed her from behind and spun her around. Just as she stopped in her spinning, she found her self facing him, and before she could utter a sound he reached out and punched her hard in the chest.
The girl landed roughly on the foot of the stairs and it was here that her father punched her twice in the face before walking off, back into the kitchen. The girl didn't hesitate as she ran up the stairs, got some of her tings and ran from the house. She ran as far as she could and quickly walked up a long drive to a house; the only one she had seen for miles.
When she knocked on the door a man answered and the girl asked of she could stay the night. The man said that if she would come with him he would introduce her to his employers and ask them if she could stay. The two of them walked down as long hall before entering a room where the man said, "I am sorry to bother you Sir but there is a girl here that seems to be in need of help."
"Who is it?"
"Well young Mr. Malfoy sir she says that her name is Hermione Granger."
(A/N: This was just an idea that I came up with the other night so please tell me what you think. If you like it I shall continue on with more chapters later.)
