In The Arms Of An Angel
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Authors Note:
Please know that this story is a dark one. It involves lots of violence and language.
Please Review if you want more.
Also, you may notice this story from somewhere before. It was written by me on my other PEN name, but everything got whipped out so I have to restore it.
Chapter 2
The sun was starting to set, and Hermione was sitting on the roof, watching the families come home, greet their wife's and children happily and go inside for a family meal. The wind blew, blowing her hair slightly. It was getting colder and for some reason she didn't feel it at all. Gripping her shoe tops, she watched the little girl next door hugging her father and both laughing. A sad smile formed on her lips, and she looked up at the sky. Fingers of gold, pink and blue streaked across the sky. She wished she could have that kind of relationship with her father, but Hermione knew it would never happen.
The sound of car doors shutting below made her jump up. Her parents where home from Charlie's bar. Panic flowed through Hermione as she hurried inside her window, and closed it tightly. Footsteps thundered up the steps, and something slammed into the wall. They were drunk. Running to her door, she locked it and stepped into her bathroom. Her father forced her mother to drink, and one time she noticed that he always slipped a drug into her drink, making her as worse as he is. Someone gripped the doorknob to her room and tried to open the door. She jumped into the shower and sat down in the corner.
"YOU LITTLE WITCH YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR!" Her father yelled and slammed his fist against the door. Hermione closed her eyes and pressed herself against the corner of the shower, muttering 'please go away' and breathing heavily. But it was no use. She heard her door being kicked open, and him walking around the room. "She isn't here." He snarled, and her mother hiccupped. "Did you try her bathroom?" Cursing her mother. Hermione felt her father smile cruelly. "No dear, but thanks"
The bathroom door burst open, and her father stood there, a green bottle in his hand and a sick smile on his face. Tears threatened to pour down her face, but she didn't want to give him the pleasure. "Well, Well, Well look what I found." He stepped up to the shower and reached in, grabbing Hermione by her arm. Yanking hard, she tumbled out of the shower and landed on the floor. "You weren't hiding from me now where you?" She shook her head and kept her eyes on the titled floor. He took a swig of his bottle and she smelled hard liquor in the air.
"Now, what did I tell you to do today, dear?" He spat dear out like it was bad taste in his mouth. Hermione had no idea what he was talking about, so she shrugged. "Stand up." Scrambling to her feet, Hermione looked up and stared into her father's eyes. He raised his hand, and stuck her across the face. She slipped and her head hit the side of her sink, making her vision go hazy. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO TODAY?!" He roared, and Hermione blinked, trying to focus but failed. "I. Don't. Know. You. Didn't. Tell. Me. To. Do. Anything. Sir." She said in-between breaths, and he kicked her side, making her cough. "Don't lie to me filthy witch!" When he kicked her again, she felt a rib crack. Without saying another word, he turned and felt her laying there, blood trickling out of the side of her mouth, and bruised all over her body. Getting up shakily, Hermione crawled out of the bathroom and into her room, wincing because of the pain.
When she reached her bed, she grabbed her shoebox and move to the front of her bed. She opened the lid, and took out a special bone repair potion and drank it. It was the last one she had left. Hermione made them before she left school, in case. Feeling her bone return to normal, she took out her journal, quill and ink bottle. Her whole body was sore, but she knew writing would keep her sane...at least for now.
Opening her inkbottle, she dipped her quill in and turned to a fresh page:
She cuts just for the fun of it,
to watch the blood pour out.
That stinging pain of the steal,
it takes away the doubt.
She knows that with each cut she makes
Time ticks closer to her death.
Her soul has died a while ago,
there's nothing really left.
No one knows the pain she feels,
She keeps it deep inside.
She cuts to release the terrible secret;
the blood proves she's alive.
She's not really living in this life,
just a body moving along.
Maybe if someone had come and saved her
She wouldn't already be gone
She stopped writing, and thought about this. Something to relive the pain...to get rid of it all. Laying her stuff down, she crawled over to her dresser, and opened the top drawer. She took the dagger out, and sat back down. She set the dagger on the lifeline in her wrist, and stared at it. Closing her eyes, she pressed down, when something smacked her in the head. Snapping her eyes open, she saw a large snowy owl perched on her bedpost, hooting angrily as if knowing what she was about to do. Laying the dagger down, she untied the letter from the owl's leg and smiled. Harry.
Opening the parchment, she read:
Dearest Mione,
Hey from The Burrow! I hope your summer is great. We all wish you could have come; it's not the same without you Hermione! I hope Hedwig gets to you in time cause we are going to Diagon Alley to get our school supplies tomorrow. Send her back to tell us if you are going too. We really can't wait to see you!
Love always,
Harry and the Weasley's.
Tears were in her eyes when she read this. Laying the letter down, she grabbed parchment and dipped her quill back into the ink, giving them an answer.
Harry & The Weasley's,
I wish I could be there to! But my aunt is staying longer than we all thought. I will be in Diagon Alley tomorrow. Wait for me by the Leaky Cauldron. Tell everyone I said hey.
Love From,
Hermione.
She rolled up the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg. She nipped Hermione lovingly and flew out the window. Getting up off the floor, Hermione went into her bathroom to clean up, and figure out to hid the bruises for tomorrow....