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Last Time: True enough, seconds later, he threw open the door, and slammed it shut. He had the same insane look in his eyes, and in his hand, instead of a knife was a beer bottle. He came swiftly towards her, raised the glass, and brought it down over her head.
Hermione woke to darkness. She groggily got to her feet, and the world seemed to spin around her. She collapsed on the ground in a heap. Where was she? Suddenly, she heard footsteps getting louder, coming closer. She frantically looked around for an escape, and saw a door right in front of her. She tried opening it, but the damn thing just wouldn't budge. Suddenly, the door burst open, throwing her out. Her father stood, towering above her, laughing like a maniac.
"I open the door to my closet, to find my daughter come plummeting out."
Hermione knew better than to talk back, but she knew perfectly why she was in his closet. He had put her there. But why had he put her there? She racked her brain for memories. She found none. Then, as if on a spurge, she remembered that she was on her bed after getting the Head badge, and her father coming in with a beer bottle, and hitting her over the head. The last thing she recalled seeing was his pale face, with dark circles underneath, his mouth spread wide into an evil laugh, with his yellow and black teeth clearly showing.
The badge! She had to get to Hogwarts, but knew that it would take a great amount of effort. Her father had taken to beating her over and over every day, making new bruises over bruises from the previous day. She was in constant pain, but she knew she had to get there. She just had to. It was her last year, and she wanted to make the best of it.
Her last and final week at home went by like any normal day. Wake up, get beaten, eat half of a banana as breakfast, get beaten, do nothing, eat little bits of scrap for lunch, do nothing, eat more scraps for dinner, and get beaten before getting sent to my room for bed.
Finally, the day that she had been waiting for came. Today was the day that she, Hermione Granger would run away from her 'home' to the train station and ride to her true home, Hogwarts. When her father went out, she grabbed her stuff quickly, and headed out the door after a couple of strong cover-up spells for her bruises. The spell was supposed to last for at least 10 hours. So she was good to go.
She walked to the train station, found Platform 9¾, and easily slid through the gate, and into a world of magic. She found the Heads' compartment, and wandered out, hoping to see some old friends before the train left in 10 minutes, and maybe even find out who the Head Boy was.
She was walking around, when suddenly, she heard her name being called.
"Hermione! Oi! 'Mione!" shouted the voice of Ron.
Hermione spun around to greet her best friends, Harry and Ron. She gave them both monster hugs, feeling happy for the first time since her mom died.
"Hey Hermione" said Harry, her raven-haired friend, excitement flashing in his stunningly green eyes. "Finally, our last year. Then, we're out on our own in this big world we live in," he chuckled good-naturedly.
"Oh yeah, Hermione. I almost forgot to tell you, but your dad is outside, waiting for you. He told us to tell you that you forgot something in the car.
Hermione's happy feeling dropped immediately after she heard what Ron had said. She was going to be in big trouble.
"Thanks guys." She told them with a very fake cheery smile.
They didn't catch the charade she was playing.
"I'll be right back then." She informed them.
"Alright. Just make sure you're back before the train leaves."
"I will Harry. Thanks."
With that, she turned around and fought against the wave of people entering, so she could make her way out. Her heart was sinking. She hadn't come with her dad in the car. That could only mean one thing. He had found out about her running away. She was going to have to confront this sooner or later, and she'd rather it now. She made her way out, and saw her dad standing in the corner, leaning on his car. She took her time getting there, knowing that, by the time she escaped him, she could be physically damaged.
When she reached him, she drew in a raspy breath, and bravely asked, "What do you want from me you bloody bastard?"
Last Time: True enough, seconds later, he threw open the door, and slammed it shut. He had the same insane look in his eyes, and in his hand, instead of a knife was a beer bottle. He came swiftly towards her, raised the glass, and brought it down over her head.
Hermione woke to darkness. She groggily got to her feet, and the world seemed to spin around her. She collapsed on the ground in a heap. Where was she? Suddenly, she heard footsteps getting louder, coming closer. She frantically looked around for an escape, and saw a door right in front of her. She tried opening it, but the damn thing just wouldn't budge. Suddenly, the door burst open, throwing her out. Her father stood, towering above her, laughing like a maniac.
"I open the door to my closet, to find my daughter come plummeting out."
Hermione knew better than to talk back, but she knew perfectly why she was in his closet. He had put her there. But why had he put her there? She racked her brain for memories. She found none. Then, as if on a spurge, she remembered that she was on her bed after getting the Head badge, and her father coming in with a beer bottle, and hitting her over the head. The last thing she recalled seeing was his pale face, with dark circles underneath, his mouth spread wide into an evil laugh, with his yellow and black teeth clearly showing.
The badge! She had to get to Hogwarts, but knew that it would take a great amount of effort. Her father had taken to beating her over and over every day, making new bruises over bruises from the previous day. She was in constant pain, but she knew she had to get there. She just had to. It was her last year, and she wanted to make the best of it.
Her last and final week at home went by like any normal day. Wake up, get beaten, eat half of a banana as breakfast, get beaten, do nothing, eat little bits of scrap for lunch, do nothing, eat more scraps for dinner, and get beaten before getting sent to my room for bed.
Finally, the day that she had been waiting for came. Today was the day that she, Hermione Granger would run away from her 'home' to the train station and ride to her true home, Hogwarts. When her father went out, she grabbed her stuff quickly, and headed out the door after a couple of strong cover-up spells for her bruises. The spell was supposed to last for at least 10 hours. So she was good to go.
She walked to the train station, found Platform 9¾, and easily slid through the gate, and into a world of magic. She found the Heads' compartment, and wandered out, hoping to see some old friends before the train left in 10 minutes, and maybe even find out who the Head Boy was.
She was walking around, when suddenly, she heard her name being called.
"Hermione! Oi! 'Mione!" shouted the voice of Ron.
Hermione spun around to greet her best friends, Harry and Ron. She gave them both monster hugs, feeling happy for the first time since her mom died.
"Hey Hermione" said Harry, her raven-haired friend, excitement flashing in his stunningly green eyes. "Finally, our last year. Then, we're out on our own in this big world we live in," he chuckled good-naturedly.
"Oh yeah, Hermione. I almost forgot to tell you, but your dad is outside, waiting for you. He told us to tell you that you forgot something in the car.
Hermione's happy feeling dropped immediately after she heard what Ron had said. She was going to be in big trouble.
"Thanks guys." She told them with a very fake cheery smile.
They didn't catch the charade she was playing.
"I'll be right back then." She informed them.
"Alright. Just make sure you're back before the train leaves."
"I will Harry. Thanks."
With that, she turned around and fought against the wave of people entering, so she could make her way out. Her heart was sinking. She hadn't come with her dad in the car. That could only mean one thing. He had found out about her running away. She was going to have to confront this sooner or later, and she'd rather it now. She made her way out, and saw her dad standing in the corner, leaning on his car. She took her time getting there, knowing that, by the time she escaped him, she could be physically damaged.
When she reached him, she drew in a raspy breath, and bravely asked, "What do you want from me you bloody bastard?"