I packed my things in my trunk, praying my dad wouldn't come home. I had changed a lot during the summer. No longer the know-it-all bookworm, but the hot, sexy punk chick. I pack all my new clothes and books ( I still like to read just not as much) in my trunk. Then I go to my parents room. I take all of my mother's jewelry and valuables. When I am done I drag the trunk downstairs in front of the fireplace. I grab the floo powder pot.
Then my dad walks in.
" What the Hell do you think your doing?" he yells drunk as he comes towards me.
" I'm leaving here and never coming back!" I say. I step into the fire and throw the powder in the fire and yell " 12 Grimmauld Place"
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
When I arrive, everyone is eating dinner.
"Hermione!" Harry Potter screams. He comes toward me and gives me a big hug. I scream out in pain when the scars on my back re-open.
" What?" he says worried, then looks at my back.
" Who did this!" he yells in anger. As he looks into my face he saw the tears streaking down.
" My father" I whisper in a barely audible whisper.
Ginny runs towards me and takes me in her arms as I break down. She is my best girl-friend. She and Mrs. Weasley take me up to our room and fix me up. I come back down to dinner and hear Harry and Ron( my other best friend) say " we are never letting her go back to that house."
I am truly grateful. I never want to see that house or that man again.
Ginny looks at me and says " Hermione do you want to got to Diagon spelling Alley tomorrow and get a makeover?"
I look at her gratefully and say " That would be grate!"
