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Nothing could bring her down today, she was leaving. The day she waited for all year, not only going back to Hogwarts but getting away from her life for a while; from her dad. She got in the back seat of the car as her dad and mum climbed in.
She saw her mom look at her dad, but not so much in a loving way, more of a loathing way. Why didn't they love each other like they did when she was younger? She used to remember them always holding hands and kissing and laughing when she was young, what happened?
#$%$#
The train swayed gently along the tracks to Hogwarts. Ron and Harry where, of course, talking about what they did over the summer, but Hermiones' thoughts where elsewhere. She stared out the window, watching the fast passing landscape. Ginny was sitting across from her, also silent. Ginny didn't really feel like talking to anyone, she just liked to stare. As she pulled her eyes from the window to Hermione, she saw scars on her arm, just slightly covered by her long sleeves. She looked up at Hermione's face, it looked distant and pale and so tired. Her eyes were swollen in and hung low. She had never seen Hermione like this before, she was always so excited to go back to Hogwarts, but now, it seemed just like another trip. She needed to know what was going on, they were supposed to be friends and they should've talked about anything that was bothering them. She put her hand on Hermione's wrist, Hermione jumped slightly at Ginny's cold hands on her hot wrist.
"C'mon Hermione, let's go talk."
Hermione didn't refuse, she just looked at Ginny questionably. She looked down at her arm, they were showing ever so visibly. Ginny dragged Hermione by the wrist through the two boys and out to the hallway. She checked along the hallway for an empty compartment. As she got to the end of the hall, she found one and opened the door and motioned for Hermione to go in. As she did, she got in and closed the door and looked out the window, just to make sure no one would listen in.
"Ok Hermione, what are these?"
Ginny had taken Hermione's arm and lifted the sleeve, revealing her red scars, looking positively vibrant against her white milk skin.
"You have to tell me what's going on Hermione."
She couldn't tell anyone, not even Ginny, her reasons for doing what she did. She remained silent and just stared out the window, holding her arms close to her. She could feel her eyes get heavy with tears, she wanted to tell someone so bad, to let it all go, to drain it out of her body like she did her pain. She could feel the first tear drop and then they all started to. Sorrow and pain was building up in her and she felt like she was going to explode. She dropped to the floor and began to bawl madly. She cried for everything she couldn't say and for all the things she felt. Ginny dropped to the floor next to her and held her close and comforting. She rocked her back and fourth as Hermione still held her bruised arms close to her body. The tears began to flow even more and there, in Ginny's arms, even though both said nothing, they were both understanding.
#$%$#
Once Hermione go to Hogwarts, and had dried her tears, she felt so much better, she felt freer than she ever did. She had all her feeling out but without so much of the pain. Everything seemed to be going well, until Hermione got an owl...from her father.
"Dearest Hermione,
Hi hun, I hope you are going well in you class, wait, of course you are! I just wanted to say how much I miss you and how much I can't wait to be with you again. You're coming home for Christmas right? I got lots of presents here for you. Well, I'll see you later.
Love,
Dad."
That was just what she needed, to be reminded of what waited for her at home. More pain to be taken and endured. Hermione, more than anything, didn't want to go back home on Christmas. She just wanted to see how long she could stay away from her father.
#$%$#
As Hermione walked through the hall some weeks later, she felt this sudden pain in her stomach. The pain increased more as she walked but she tried to ignore it, it was probably nothing. But it was something and she knew it and she didn't want to admit it so she just kept walking on.
Once Hermione got back to the common room however, she felt like she was going to collapse, Her body felt weak and unstable and the pain kept surging in her stomach. She could only take a few steps more before she blacked out and felt her body tumble to the floor.
As she awoke, many people surrounded her. Ginny was the closest, on her right side and Ron was at her left, Harry right next to him, along with other concerned Gryffindors.
"Hermione, what happened? I saw you come in here and I was talking to you and you just collapsed. Are you ok? What happened?"
"Yeah, Hermione, who ever hurt you, we'll find him and we'll..."
Instead of saying what he was going to do, he used his hands instead, making a fist and pounding it into his other hand. Ron was always good at that.
But Hermione wasn't very responsive or even aware of where she was, she heard the voices but could barely see where they were going from.
"Yeah, Hermione, who hurt you? Who did this to you?"
Without so much as a second thought, Hermione blurted out softly,
"My father.......my father did ........this.......to me. It's all his fault. It's all his fault.
Sheeeeesh! Wow, that was splendiferous. I am proud. I feel like really weird writing that letter though because I didn't really know what to say. It sounds really nasty I admit but please review anyway.
Nothing could bring her down today, she was leaving. The day she waited for all year, not only going back to Hogwarts but getting away from her life for a while; from her dad. She got in the back seat of the car as her dad and mum climbed in.
She saw her mom look at her dad, but not so much in a loving way, more of a loathing way. Why didn't they love each other like they did when she was younger? She used to remember them always holding hands and kissing and laughing when she was young, what happened?
#$%$#
The train swayed gently along the tracks to Hogwarts. Ron and Harry where, of course, talking about what they did over the summer, but Hermiones' thoughts where elsewhere. She stared out the window, watching the fast passing landscape. Ginny was sitting across from her, also silent. Ginny didn't really feel like talking to anyone, she just liked to stare. As she pulled her eyes from the window to Hermione, she saw scars on her arm, just slightly covered by her long sleeves. She looked up at Hermione's face, it looked distant and pale and so tired. Her eyes were swollen in and hung low. She had never seen Hermione like this before, she was always so excited to go back to Hogwarts, but now, it seemed just like another trip. She needed to know what was going on, they were supposed to be friends and they should've talked about anything that was bothering them. She put her hand on Hermione's wrist, Hermione jumped slightly at Ginny's cold hands on her hot wrist.
"C'mon Hermione, let's go talk."
Hermione didn't refuse, she just looked at Ginny questionably. She looked down at her arm, they were showing ever so visibly. Ginny dragged Hermione by the wrist through the two boys and out to the hallway. She checked along the hallway for an empty compartment. As she got to the end of the hall, she found one and opened the door and motioned for Hermione to go in. As she did, she got in and closed the door and looked out the window, just to make sure no one would listen in.
"Ok Hermione, what are these?"
Ginny had taken Hermione's arm and lifted the sleeve, revealing her red scars, looking positively vibrant against her white milk skin.
"You have to tell me what's going on Hermione."
She couldn't tell anyone, not even Ginny, her reasons for doing what she did. She remained silent and just stared out the window, holding her arms close to her. She could feel her eyes get heavy with tears, she wanted to tell someone so bad, to let it all go, to drain it out of her body like she did her pain. She could feel the first tear drop and then they all started to. Sorrow and pain was building up in her and she felt like she was going to explode. She dropped to the floor and began to bawl madly. She cried for everything she couldn't say and for all the things she felt. Ginny dropped to the floor next to her and held her close and comforting. She rocked her back and fourth as Hermione still held her bruised arms close to her body. The tears began to flow even more and there, in Ginny's arms, even though both said nothing, they were both understanding.
#$%$#
Once Hermione go to Hogwarts, and had dried her tears, she felt so much better, she felt freer than she ever did. She had all her feeling out but without so much of the pain. Everything seemed to be going well, until Hermione got an owl...from her father.
"Dearest Hermione,
Hi hun, I hope you are going well in you class, wait, of course you are! I just wanted to say how much I miss you and how much I can't wait to be with you again. You're coming home for Christmas right? I got lots of presents here for you. Well, I'll see you later.
Love,
Dad."
That was just what she needed, to be reminded of what waited for her at home. More pain to be taken and endured. Hermione, more than anything, didn't want to go back home on Christmas. She just wanted to see how long she could stay away from her father.
#$%$#
As Hermione walked through the hall some weeks later, she felt this sudden pain in her stomach. The pain increased more as she walked but she tried to ignore it, it was probably nothing. But it was something and she knew it and she didn't want to admit it so she just kept walking on.
Once Hermione got back to the common room however, she felt like she was going to collapse, Her body felt weak and unstable and the pain kept surging in her stomach. She could only take a few steps more before she blacked out and felt her body tumble to the floor.
As she awoke, many people surrounded her. Ginny was the closest, on her right side and Ron was at her left, Harry right next to him, along with other concerned Gryffindors.
"Hermione, what happened? I saw you come in here and I was talking to you and you just collapsed. Are you ok? What happened?"
"Yeah, Hermione, who ever hurt you, we'll find him and we'll..."
Instead of saying what he was going to do, he used his hands instead, making a fist and pounding it into his other hand. Ron was always good at that.
But Hermione wasn't very responsive or even aware of where she was, she heard the voices but could barely see where they were going from.
"Yeah, Hermione, who hurt you? Who did this to you?"
Without so much as a second thought, Hermione blurted out softly,
"My father.......my father did ........this.......to me. It's all his fault. It's all his fault.
Sheeeeesh! Wow, that was splendiferous. I am proud. I feel like really weird writing that letter though because I didn't really know what to say. It sounds really nasty I admit but please review anyway.