A/N listen, I know many people may say that what I write is way out of character, and that I should look at the characters the JK has made and ask myself if they would really do what Im saying, and that I should explain what clues from the book would make me have these assumptions about the families and what not, but I don't care, It is a fan fic, and it will be told the way I want it to… so yea… Enjoy! This story does contain some abuse. Hope that doesn't bother you!
Her father walked into the door of the two bedroom flat that Hermione had just recently learned to call home. Two weeks until summer was over, and two weeks until she could leave the hellish world of home and return to the safe haven of Hogwarts.
She closed her eyes knowing all too well what her fathers eyes had zoned into as a target. Praying that for once his drunken rage wouldn't be taken out on her, her hopes were proved wrong. A hand, heavy, rough, and strong stung the side of her face and knocked her to the ground; a small yelp escaping her lips. Her small yelps soon turned into pained screams and tortured crying sobs as the beating deepened and continued.
Once she could no longer move, her father was done. He gave her a sickening kiss on the cheek as he left her room for the fourth time that summer.
She lay there, crying, sobbing out loud. Her insides pained and bruised. Her father had never been one to break bones, just make it unbearable to move for a while. So that is what she did, she laid there on her bedroom floor in a crumpled heap listening to her mothers muffled cries from the other room.
After the half hour she laid on her floor she finally felt the strength she needed to get up. She walked to a vanity on the side of her room and looked at the damage. Pulling off her shirt and looked at her stomach, wincing as she saw some purply red bruises already starting to form on her milky skin. Walking to the closet she pulled out an over sized night shirt and took off her pants only to see a large welt on her thigh where her father had taken out most of his rage. Last, she looked at her face, a nice red blotch was on her face from what had first knocked her to the ground. She grimaced, but then convinced her self that it could be concealed with make-up or a glamour spell.
A/N Alright, I know it is short, but bear with me, this is just the beginning. Wait until next chapter, either up tonight or tomorrow… if your lucky… lol please critique, and criticize if you would like… let me know if it is even worth continuing, and plain and simple if you like it! Review!
-Shadow