Escaping the Past

A/N: Ok, here's the next chapter.

Possum- I'm going to try my best to make the chapters a bit longer! I'm glad you like it! 

Gigilishus­- Ok, juicier. Well, I can try! If anyone has any ideas though let me know! I'd be glad to post them and give the right props to the writer! But, about strength. In the third book/movie when Hermione slaps/punches Malfoy. It's like that! She got so fed up with him that she let out her anger. It's like that. Does that explain it?

Pussycat06- I'm glad you like it but I won't tell you what's next! I'll let you read it! Lol!

Chapter Two: The Teen Wizards Protection Program

Hermione's POV

Thank Merlin I'm out of that hospital! It was hell!

Now, though, I'm being asked a lot of questions. The Abuse station is buzzing. I'm trying to focus on this nice sir.

"How did your mother really die?"

"My father, he hit her and she was knocked into the sharp edge of the counter… It was 1 a.m. so it's a little blurry. All I remember is the blood drizzling down the counter and the back of her head. She lay still on the floor and scarcely breathed. My father watched as blood became a puddle around my mother's head. With satisfaction, my father stepped over my mother's body and went back into his room for a sound sleep. I came from the shadows of a door and ran as quietly as possible out of the house and next-door. When the neighbors answered, I told them my father wasn't home and my mother had slipped. They carried her to their car and helped me in as well. It was too late. She had already lost too much blood and had suffered major brain damage." I held back tears that I so badly wanted to cry. But, over time, I had gotten good at holding them back. I learned quickly that tears added to my fathers pleasure.

"Ok, what about you? How does he treat you?"

"Well, he never feeds me! I've had many jobs just so I can get food and obtain makeup to cover up the bruises. He comes home drunk every day. He hits me, yells at me, hits me more and then leaves for a bar to get totally wasted. He's only raped me five times, thankfully, since my mom has died and that has been a while. I can imagine he raped her before…" My voice trailed off at the memory of my mother's tears. She deserved so much better than my so-called 'father'. He doesn't deserve to be called father, not even sir for that matter. He is a worthless piece of shit!

"Ok Hermione, I'm going into that room to talk momentarily and I'll be back to tell you our plan."

Momentarily my ass. They didn't come out for thirty minutes!

One of them kneeled in front of me. He rested his hand on my chair's armrest. His green eyes dug through me like blades.

" Hermione, we have a proposition for you."

"Speak…"This ought to be intriguing.

"We want you to describe the truck. License plate if possible. After that, we are going to take you to the Teen Wizards Protection program. You will be given a new name. You birthday will remain the same though. You will move in with a family that understands your case. You will still go to Hogwarts but you won't remember any of it. We must erase your previous memory of being Hermione Granger. Is that okay?"

I pondered it for a few minutes thinking it to be the only way out, "Yes."

" Describe the truck please." Another spoke, pen and pad in hand.

" Black, big, tented purple windows, eagle and flag on back window, beige leather inside, Tasmanian Devil air freshener that is faded and hanging from the liter thing. License plate reads NoPeace with no spaces and the n and p capitalized. There are many cigarettes in the ashtray and empty beer bottles in the inside of the truck and in the bed of the truck. It's an American made Dodge truck."

"Ok, are you ready to go?"

"What about my stuff?"

"As soon as we know where you are going we will send your stuff there and it will most likely get there before you."

"Ok."

We rode for what seemed like hours and the ride also seemed deathly quiet. But that was just me. Two men that were in the front were talking every now and then but scarcely.

I was glad when we arrived! The building was quite large but the inside made it quaint.

I was moved into a room and a wizard along with Dumbledore was there.

"Hello Ms. Granger." Dumbledore's voice was comforting.

"Hello Professor."

The wizard began to talk to me," Okay Hermione, It seems your life is troubled and you are in need of a new one."

He began to flip through a book with many names. He didn't stop until in the B's.

"Ahh, the Blacks. They will do finely."

The Blacks? He can't be serious! They were a very influential rich family! They were purebloods and they adored the Malfoys! Only because the Malfoys were the only ones in their way to be the most powerful wizarding family.

"The Blacks?"

"Yes."

"Will, they except a mudblood?"

"Oh, yes. They don't really have a problem with them. Besides, they are rarely home anyways!"

"Ok."

"Now, we do have to erase your memory of ever being Hermione Granger and there is sly chance that you will ever remember. It depends on how many memories you are thrown into. Now we will erase your memory while you're sleeping just so we are sure it goes right. Is that ok with you?"

"Yes, sir. One question, Dumbledore, what are you going to tell Harry and Ron. Can they know the truth or not?"

"I will tell them what happened but if they slip it will be very dangerous."

"They wouldn't!"

"I do believe."

"Ok," the abuse wizard broke in," now…your first and middle name. Lets see, hmmm, ahh yes. Danica Mya Black. Will that do?"

"Yes"

"Ok, are you ready to…" I cut him off mid-sentence.

"Sir, Dumbledore, may I please go see Harry and Ron before I don't remember them? Please? Can I tell them what's going on, sir? They're at the burrow!" I practically begged.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Yes, Hermione, yes you may. You know how to apparate (A/N: Did I spell apparate right?)?"

"Yes sir!"

"Ok, you may go. I'll floo you once you must go."

"Yes, sir."

With that, I was gone. Before I even knew it, I was at the burrow. I had apparated into the living room, which was empty. I could smell the food that they had already eaten. It smelt wonderful. A home cooked meal sound delicious to me right then.

I figured they were all outback watching Harry, Ron, and Ginny practice their quidditch skills.

As usual, I was right. I walked to the backdoor and open it quietly. Flying around on their brooms were Harry, Ginny, and Ron. You could see Fred and George about to lift off to give the 3 a challenge.

I decided to stand in the back until someone acknowledged me. It didn't take long.

"Hermione!" Harry's broom was heading straight towards the ground and I thought he was going to crash. Of course, the 'boy-who-lived' made it. Ginny and Ron came down too. They landed gentler and ran towards me.

My friends were soon suffocating me as they were all hugging me as tightly as possible. I winced because of the bruises along my fragile body but brushed it off.

"Guys, guys, please. I can't breathe."

"Oh, right." Ron stepped a little away and Ginny followed by Harry stepped away.

"Hello, Hermione. I'm glad you're here! Dear, you're skin and bones! Are you hungry?" Mrs. Weasly hugged me. After her came Mr. Weasly.

"Yes ma'am."

"Ok, come in! I'll get it heated right away!"

I tried to force a smile on my face but with the news I carried it was hard. I would never be a friend with my best friends again! This will be tough.

Harry could tell I was struggling. He came over to me and whispered in my ear.

"Are you okay? You weren't supposed to come for another day or so. What's so wrong that you can't smile?"

"Umm, I need to talk to you and Ron. It's serious and it must be soon."

"Well, everyone will be to bed son. Fred and George must wake up early to go to their shop, Ginny is still young and must be asleep early this week, and her parents need rest from all the stress. We will talk then. Ok?"

"Thank you Harry."

I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug before sighing and walking in. Once again, I put a smile that shouldn't be there, on my face. Thankfully, they all bought it. Except, Harry.

Just as Harry said everyone began to go to bed as I picked at my food. I had been accustom to not eat that much so it was a little hard.

As Ron and Harry went to tuck Ginny in I pulled a rememberal out of my pocket.

It was clear. I began to roll it back and fourth in front of my plate.

Ron walked in.

"Merlin's name, Hermione. What's wrong?"

"Wait until Harry comes in here. What's he doing anyways?"

"Kissing Ginny goodnight. They're dating you know. It took a while to get use to but it's all right now."

"Good for him!"

At that moment, Harry walked in.

"Ok, Hermione, I need you to spill."

"Hey! Me, too!"

"Ok, guys. As you know, my mother has been dead for a little over 8 years. Well, she didn't die the way I said. She died a gruesome death that I would rather not go into. Anyways, the other night my father and I got into a fight just like the one my parents got into when my mother died. I finally just got so fed up with him that I could've hit him. Instead, I just yelled. I yelled at him for abusing me, for raping me, for all of it," the boys had never heard of the abuse or rape before. They were in shock so I waited until they nodded for me to go on, "So, he punched me in the stomach, and then my head. I laid still and he left. Then I got the nerve up to get the phone since I wouldn't have enough strength to do magic. Then, I was knocked out, raced to the hospital, and after I got out I was in a Wizard's Abuse Station. I talked to them and they talked to me. They decided to change my looks and identity. They will erase my memory and the only way to get it back is to be reminded of my past. I need you two to do that for me! You have to make me remember! I don't want to forget who I am!"

"Well, who will you be?"

"Danica Mya Black."

"A black? Purebloods? You will be resorted and probably into Slytherin!"

"Well, Dumbledore is working on interhouse unity. So it wouldn't be wrong to be around me! Just promise you will try!"

All of the sudden, Dumbledore was in the fireplace. His eyes weren't twinkling so brightly because of the situation.

"Are you ready Hermione? We must get you to your new home!"

A tear fell from my eye as I walked over to my friends and hugged them close.

"Tell Ginny for me, will you?"

"Yes," they looked down and mumbled in unison.

I raised their heads," Please, don't give up on me!"

With that, I was flooed to the Blacks' mansion. We were in my new room. It was beautiful.

A circular bed with silky black sheets and a thick black blanket along with a see through black canopy encircling my bed. A green and silver couch and armchair was in a different section of the room along with a large television. A desk near a light was set up with all my books already there against the wall. There was a large white vanity to the left from my bed and to the left of that there was a door. I had my own bathroom as well. I turned and Dumbledore was gone.

I changed into my pajamas and fell asleep. I needed to rest up because I needed to get the chance to read all of my books before we go to school in a week!

IMPORTANT!

A/N: Ok, sorry that I posted this chapter again but someone very nicely pointed out that I had my days mixed up! So, like I said in the other a/n I had up here. Sorry about age to. I don't know if I said her age yet or not so please excuse whatever age I said and go with the fact that she is turning 17 very soon.