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Chapter One:
For an entire month Hermione had been living in a motel in London working as a waitress at a local restaurant. At first the manager had been reluctant to hire her due to the bruises on her face, saying that it would look bad if he had a "spoiled" employee. Hermione had simply turned and began to walk away. For some reason the man had called her back. She had a suspicion it was only because of her looks, not that she was conceited, but he had acted attracted to her.
In the month that she had been living there Hermione had managed to forget about her home life mostly. Sometimes though she would see something that would trigger a memory and she would stare off into space for long periods of times. People had commented on it once or twice at her work, and although she occasionally drifted away from reality on the job no one reprimanded her. It was evident by the scars marking her arms that she had led a rough life and was just trying to start over.
The prospect of returning to Hogwarts for her seventh and final year made her smile. She missed her friends, having had no contact with them since the last night she had stayed with her parents. She had sent a letter to Harry through the muggle postal service telling him she getting away for a while and told him to tell Ron that she would come to his house a few days before the start of the term to catch up. She wanted to see them again and there was a pang in her heart as she thought of them and how much they meant to her.
"Hermione is that you?" a surprised voice said and Hermione froze. She slowly turned around and tried to paste a smile on her face, but the fear in her eyes was evident. He was watching her with narrowed eyes and something like anger was sparking in them. Hermione back away slightly and then smile very weakly.
"Hi Dad... what are you doing here?" she asked. He looked her over and then shook his head. Hermione turned around and began walking toward the counter, pretending she had an order she had to fill. She just wanted to get away from him. He didn't seem to want to let her leave though and she heard him following her. Slowly she turned around and faced him. "Please leave" she said. His eyes flashed slightly but then he bowed his head and turned and left. Hermione took in a shaky breath and turned to see one of her coworkers, Anna watching her curiously. "Anna I think I am going to head home now... tell Roger I don't think I will be coming back" she whispered. Anna seemed to understand that something had happened and that Hermione needed to go away. She didn't question her.
Her hands were shaking as she fumbled to open her door. As she swung it open after finally getting the key into the lock Hermione let the tears that had been threatening to spill over fall. She gasped for air as she felt her lung begin to contract, a sign that she might hyperventilate. Without bothering to close the door behind her she went to the bed and sat down. Indecision in what to do caused her to not realize that a man stood in her doorway. He was watching her with cold eyes.
"I have to leave" she whispered suddenly and the man watched her for a moment longer before disappearing. Hermione wiped her tears away and quickly packed her things. It was time that she pay Ron Weasley a visit, for she was certain that she would find safety in the Weasley home.
A/N: Well, another chapter done, sorry if it is short, I am trying to make it longer... but it's not seeming to work too well. R&R please. Thank you.
Chapter One:
For an entire month Hermione had been living in a motel in London working as a waitress at a local restaurant. At first the manager had been reluctant to hire her due to the bruises on her face, saying that it would look bad if he had a "spoiled" employee. Hermione had simply turned and began to walk away. For some reason the man had called her back. She had a suspicion it was only because of her looks, not that she was conceited, but he had acted attracted to her.
In the month that she had been living there Hermione had managed to forget about her home life mostly. Sometimes though she would see something that would trigger a memory and she would stare off into space for long periods of times. People had commented on it once or twice at her work, and although she occasionally drifted away from reality on the job no one reprimanded her. It was evident by the scars marking her arms that she had led a rough life and was just trying to start over.
The prospect of returning to Hogwarts for her seventh and final year made her smile. She missed her friends, having had no contact with them since the last night she had stayed with her parents. She had sent a letter to Harry through the muggle postal service telling him she getting away for a while and told him to tell Ron that she would come to his house a few days before the start of the term to catch up. She wanted to see them again and there was a pang in her heart as she thought of them and how much they meant to her.
"Hermione is that you?" a surprised voice said and Hermione froze. She slowly turned around and tried to paste a smile on her face, but the fear in her eyes was evident. He was watching her with narrowed eyes and something like anger was sparking in them. Hermione back away slightly and then smile very weakly.
"Hi Dad... what are you doing here?" she asked. He looked her over and then shook his head. Hermione turned around and began walking toward the counter, pretending she had an order she had to fill. She just wanted to get away from him. He didn't seem to want to let her leave though and she heard him following her. Slowly she turned around and faced him. "Please leave" she said. His eyes flashed slightly but then he bowed his head and turned and left. Hermione took in a shaky breath and turned to see one of her coworkers, Anna watching her curiously. "Anna I think I am going to head home now... tell Roger I don't think I will be coming back" she whispered. Anna seemed to understand that something had happened and that Hermione needed to go away. She didn't question her.
Her hands were shaking as she fumbled to open her door. As she swung it open after finally getting the key into the lock Hermione let the tears that had been threatening to spill over fall. She gasped for air as she felt her lung begin to contract, a sign that she might hyperventilate. Without bothering to close the door behind her she went to the bed and sat down. Indecision in what to do caused her to not realize that a man stood in her doorway. He was watching her with cold eyes.
"I have to leave" she whispered suddenly and the man watched her for a moment longer before disappearing. Hermione wiped her tears away and quickly packed her things. It was time that she pay Ron Weasley a visit, for she was certain that she would find safety in the Weasley home.
A/N: Well, another chapter done, sorry if it is short, I am trying to make it longer... but it's not seeming to work too well. R&R please. Thank you.