[A/N: This fanfiction is crazy, I must admit. I also have to say that I bet
you can never guess who Hermione ends up with. Who heals her with love, eh?
Well, you might be able to guess, but I stiill won't say anything!]
[Disclaimer: Not mine]
Chapter I
Silence had filled the house. Hermione eyes flickered open as she awoke. She leaned forward in bed and looked around, her room was pitch black.
It was silent. She sucked in a breath of the cool night air, then let it out. Suddenly what sounded like the front door opened, then was slammed shut. Screams of anger and hatred pierced the silence, and Hermione sat fully up in bed.
The screams turned to pleads as the other ones turned to colder hatred. Hermione shivered, she hated this, she hated the screams. Tears made their way down her cheeks, she couldn't take the fights. They were so loud and painful to hear. How could two people who were in love so much suddenly hate each other? An ear shattering scream broke into her thoughts.
Hermione bolted out of bed as the silence overcame the house once again. Her breathing grew ragged and harsh. Something had happened, something had happened.
Then it hit her. Dear God something had fucking happened! She raced out of her room, not caring that she had possibly fractured something as she hit against the stair banister. Only panicked thoughts were upon her.
"Oh my God, oh my God," she kept repeating to herself.
Then as she turned into the kitchen she saw something that would traumatize the young teenager.
Her mother lied on the floor, beheaded. Her father was standing by the sink, covered in blood and breathing heavily also.
"Mum!" Hermione screamed and flung herself on her mother.
"What did I do?" her father whispered, Hermione looked up and saw her father crying for the first time, his eyes looked so hollow yet fearful.
Her father had murdered her mother.
"I am so sorry Hermione. I love you," he whispered and with that, he lifted the gun he had been holding and smiled at her in his tears. He then did the worst possible thing ever. He killed himself.
Hermione screamed and ran to her father, he couldn't die! How could he leave her like this! Her mother was dead! She hugged his lifeless body and sobbed, this was the end of her life. She couldn't take it. What was she to do?
The gun was still by her father, she could be with her parents again! She reached for it, but was interrupted by a pop in the kitchen. She lifted her bloody face (covered in her father and mother's blood) and stared at Albus Dumbledore.
"They're gone," she choked out, and stared at the body of her father.
"I am afraid so," he replied, and lowered his head.
"H-h-how did you know?" she asked, her voice weak and trembling.
"I have my ways, Miss Granger. I am going to have to take you to Hogwarts with me," he walked forward to her and held out a small feathered hat. A portkey.
"I can't go," she whispered, tears stinging her chestnut eyes.
She looked at her mother and took in a shaky breath, then turned back to Dumbledore.
"I am afraid you must. We cannot have you stay here, you must come to Hogwarts with me. Please, grab the portkey," Dumbledore's eyes showed signs of unshed tears.
"Yes, sir," she replied, and whimpered as she looked around before grabbing the portkey.
A few seconds later she was taken away from her mother and father. The only people who had made her life worth living. The only people who understood her. The only people who truly loved her.
[Disclaimer: Not mine]
Chapter I
Silence had filled the house. Hermione eyes flickered open as she awoke. She leaned forward in bed and looked around, her room was pitch black.
It was silent. She sucked in a breath of the cool night air, then let it out. Suddenly what sounded like the front door opened, then was slammed shut. Screams of anger and hatred pierced the silence, and Hermione sat fully up in bed.
The screams turned to pleads as the other ones turned to colder hatred. Hermione shivered, she hated this, she hated the screams. Tears made their way down her cheeks, she couldn't take the fights. They were so loud and painful to hear. How could two people who were in love so much suddenly hate each other? An ear shattering scream broke into her thoughts.
Hermione bolted out of bed as the silence overcame the house once again. Her breathing grew ragged and harsh. Something had happened, something had happened.
Then it hit her. Dear God something had fucking happened! She raced out of her room, not caring that she had possibly fractured something as she hit against the stair banister. Only panicked thoughts were upon her.
"Oh my God, oh my God," she kept repeating to herself.
Then as she turned into the kitchen she saw something that would traumatize the young teenager.
Her mother lied on the floor, beheaded. Her father was standing by the sink, covered in blood and breathing heavily also.
"Mum!" Hermione screamed and flung herself on her mother.
"What did I do?" her father whispered, Hermione looked up and saw her father crying for the first time, his eyes looked so hollow yet fearful.
Her father had murdered her mother.
"I am so sorry Hermione. I love you," he whispered and with that, he lifted the gun he had been holding and smiled at her in his tears. He then did the worst possible thing ever. He killed himself.
Hermione screamed and ran to her father, he couldn't die! How could he leave her like this! Her mother was dead! She hugged his lifeless body and sobbed, this was the end of her life. She couldn't take it. What was she to do?
The gun was still by her father, she could be with her parents again! She reached for it, but was interrupted by a pop in the kitchen. She lifted her bloody face (covered in her father and mother's blood) and stared at Albus Dumbledore.
"They're gone," she choked out, and stared at the body of her father.
"I am afraid so," he replied, and lowered his head.
"H-h-how did you know?" she asked, her voice weak and trembling.
"I have my ways, Miss Granger. I am going to have to take you to Hogwarts with me," he walked forward to her and held out a small feathered hat. A portkey.
"I can't go," she whispered, tears stinging her chestnut eyes.
She looked at her mother and took in a shaky breath, then turned back to Dumbledore.
"I am afraid you must. We cannot have you stay here, you must come to Hogwarts with me. Please, grab the portkey," Dumbledore's eyes showed signs of unshed tears.
"Yes, sir," she replied, and whimpered as she looked around before grabbing the portkey.
A few seconds later she was taken away from her mother and father. The only people who had made her life worth living. The only people who understood her. The only people who truly loved her.