Hi, this is Elizabeth, and well this is my AN i guess here. Well I hope you like my story and please review so I can know if I should continue or not. I don't own anything Harry Potter, but I wish I did bc then I would be rich rich rich. haha, anyways thanks so much for reading! Oh I also do not own the song "Stupify" by disturbed which this is based on.
Hermione Jane Granger lay on a grimy curbstep, bruises forming on her way-too skinny arms, and blood trickling down her head. A crying baby lay curled up in her arms crying loudly. As people crossed her path they shook their heads and spit on her, it was a known fact that this woman was a good for nothing whore.
Hermione hadn't always been this way, why just two years ago she was sitting in a large mansion sipping from crystal glasses and chatting with the high end society persons, but that was before her fiance, Ronald Weasly, had accused her of sleeping around with another man. The truth was Hermione hadn't slept with another man but Ronald had forced himself on her one night and she had ended up pregnant as a result. But this was too in the past for Hermione to care. She had ended up having to sell her body to feed her and her child whom she had named Lily, after her favorite flower. Hermione's latest fuck had left her here, on this curb to die, when she had asked for more money than originally agreed. She was falling into darkness as a man walked by her and instead of walking on, like everyone else, he stopped and dropped to her level, slowly picked her up, secured the child in his other arm, and picked them up.
What seemed lifetimes later Hermione woke up to heat instead of the harsh cold of the London winter. Her eyes were still swollen but she could open them enough to take in a well furnished room colored in red and gold. A large crib sat next to her large bed and inside her sleeping Lily lay in it, dressed in a little green dress.
"Ah, you're awake, Miss," came a squeaky voice from a nearby couch. Hermione looked up to see a small woman, barely five foot Hermione would guess, with large glasses, and a curved smile. The woman introduced herself as Madam Pomfrey as she fluffed up Hermione's pillows. "I'll bring you a spot of breakfast then and maybe you should like to meet the master after you freshen up a bit? Of course, I shall help you dress and everything, you're so weak, you poor thing." Madam Pomfrey didn't allow Hermione to answer but left immediatly, leaving Hermione in confusion.
Ah, I know this is short, but please tell me if it's good and if I should continue, I'll make future chapters longer!