Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I've said it before, I do not own Harry
Potter or any other characters in this story.
The next day Hermione
found herself in the hospital wing. She awoke bleary eyed, only to see a
massive sea of flaming red hair and emerald green eyes. She knew it had to be
Harry and Ron.
"Hey guys!" she started obviously startling the two
boys.
"Hermione, how are you? What happened?"
Ron began with a tint of worry in is voice.
"It's a long story," replied Hermione
plainly.
"AND!" preceded Ron, almost shouting. He was eager to find
out the cause of Hermione's hospitalization.
"Ron, relax. It's quite obvious that she doesn't want to talk
about it," added Harry.
Hermione silently thanked Harry. He could be so
helpful at times. People would be shocked to see how understanding he could be.
The infamous trio had a long discussion. Ron
tried to force the truth out of Hermione every chance
he got. Each time she replied just as she did earlier.
Harry and Ron didn't leave until sunset, when Madam Pomfrey
chased them out. She knew they would be returning soon. For heaven's sake, it
was the inseparable curious pair, Potter and Weasley.
Hermione was relieved when they left. She didn't want
to explain the reason why she was where she was now. She didn't want to recap
the night's events. It was too painful.
Hermione never kept secrets
from her best friends, but this one she intended to keep to herself. She pulled
up her night dress to examine her cut. Madam Pomfrey
was a miracle worker. Once where there was a deep gash, was now a mere blemish.
"Great! Another scar to add to my collection," she
whispered with tears starting to form in her eyes.
Suddenly she began to recollect the night's events. She remembered
receiving a letter from her father, threatening her. Over the summer Hermione's mother was killed by her father. Hermione could remember the day as if it were yesterday.
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It was a cool evening. The blood red sun was
beginning to rid the sky of it's self. She looked up at the colorful evening
sky. It was quite windy. The troubled young lady looked up reflecting on recent
events. It was a horrible summer for her.
Hermione's parents only seemed to fight. Sometimes the
fights would begin to get brutal resulting in her mother getting hurt and her
father leaving not coming home for days. Today the feuding couple fought to the
extreme. Destroying, arguing, fighting, doing every thing possible to get
revenge on the other party.
As much as she tried, Hermione
couldn't stop the screaming and hitting. She stood there, with tears running
down her face, watching a twenty year marriage disintegrate right before her.
It was the most painful thing to watch. Finally when she couldn't take it
anymore, she ran. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, not paying
attention to where she was headed.
Hermione ran towards the edge
of a cliff jumping off the edge. She fell into the icy cold water that was
waiting underneath. As she surfaced, she let out a chilling scream that could
be heard from miles away.
She swam towards the shore coughing and having a crying fit
simultaneously. She lay on the bank beating her fist into the damp ground. She
didn't know how long she was there, but when she recollected herself she looked
up at the evening sky. It was getting late.
She figured she should head back to the house. When she arrived
she noticed her father's car was gone and the lights were off in the Granger
residence. There was something wrong.
There was an eerie silence in the house. Fumbling around in the
dark, she looked for the light switch. She turned the lights on and the floor
laid a butcher knife. There was blood smeared all over the cream painted walls.
Hermione's stomach did a cart-wheel. She climbed the staircase following a trail of blood. By this time she was trembling with fear. Hermione is no fool. She knew exactly what happened here, but refused to accept the fact.
She walked over to her parent's bedroom and
stood before the door. She brought her shaking hand to the door handle and turned
the knob. Her heart thumped loudly as she opened the door. She pushed it slowly.
As she entered the room her
heart sank, her knees went weak and she collapsed next to her mother's bloody
corpse. Hermione was heartbroken. She knew her
bastard of a father was responsible for the crime.
Of course there were serious problems that had
to be dealt with, but never would she have thought that it would end like this.
Mrs. Granger had filled for a divorce, but her obsessive husband refused to let
her go. Mrs. Granger was a prisoner of love. It was either his way or her death,
both having a fearful outcome.
At the funeral it was awful hard to concentrate. Hermione's
guiding light was put out. Her whole world was darkened with pain and grief.
Looking at her beautiful mother lying in her coffin made Hermione want to roll up in a ball and die. There was nothing
more to live for.
She couldn't say good bye to her beloved mother. She just couldn't.
Hermione wasn't ready to accept the fact that there
would be no more Mom, no more "I love you", no more evenings with her
mother.
Standing there with a red rose
in her hand, Hermione just looked. She didn't cry
until now. The coffin began to descend into the black abyss. She felt her lips
tremble and her knees give way. She fell besides her mother's graveside
bawling.
All her family members could do was watch and pity the poor girl.
As the light rain started to come down harder, they left in search of shelter. Hermione was there until the grave was completely covered.
She was weak, torn, and broken.
Before leaving she whispered "I love you Mummy, I always will. No more
fights, no more pain, emotionally, physically, or mentally no more. Now you can
truly rest in peace."
Hermione
rose wiping away her tears. The rain had subsided and the sun began to peak out
from behind the dark gray clouds. Smiling, Hermione walked
back to the house feeling a better than she had in days.
Hermione didn't see her father until after the
funeral. She tried to stay away from him. She couldn't bare look at him. One
day Hermione lay on the couch in the living room,
engrossed in her favorite book.
Mr. Granger attacked his daughter and
beat her badly. She was so startled. She swore if she had a knife with her now
he would be with her Mother. He tried to rape her, but never succeeded. Kicking
and screaming, she escaped her father's grips.
Hermione jumped over the
couch, falling on the glass table. She felt the glass cut her skin and her
father's hand snaking around her arm. She was terrified, yet determined.
Thinking fast, Hermione picked up a piece of glass
and slash him from ear to ear.
Mr. Granger stumbled backward giving Hermione time to get up and get away. However Mr. Granger
was quicker. He grabbed her hair pulling her down on top of him.
"What are you going to do now my sweet, your trapped." said Mr.
Granger. Hermione wasn't going to let this happen to
her.
Using her free leg she kicked
the family jewels, causing Mr. Granger to let go of her. Hermione
ran up the step to her room and gathered all her things.
She was lucky enough to escape.
As she flew out the door she heard her outraged father yelling, "You can
run as far as you'd like, but you'll never escape. You will learn like your
mother, your mine forever."
No, no. she would never be a
prisoner under her Father's will. From that day, Hermione
swore to never be someone's property, ever. After her departure, Hermione had no source of consolation.
She eventually resorted to
cutting herself. Strangely she found solace in her crimson blanket. When she
returned to Hogwarts she thought she had escaped
until she received that letter.
She thought she was safe. She
had no one to talk to. So once again she decided to cut herself. Now she was
right back where she started. Lost, scared, lonely, and
confused.
Authors note: Well that was
chapter two. I hope you liked it. It was quite emotional. This is just to give
some background information that may appear in future chapters. The good stuff
is coming soon. Also I would like to thank those who reviewed the first chapter.
Keep reading and reviewing. Also I want to thank DulceSoulSeeker,
for reading and revising my work, also offering advice
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