In Her Eyes

Madammarauder

Ch1: Breaking Free

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged, under the covers of her bed, her nose a few inches away from her book as she tried to read the tiny inscription. Though she could have used her wand as a light, because she was now of age that she could use her magic out of Hogwarts, her father had taken her wand away from her the moment she had gotten back from Hogwarts. The little moonlight that was shining through the window in her attic was scarcely enough to allow Hermione to even see the back of her hand.

A strand of thick, long hair hung in front of her eyes, which she blew away impatiently as she tried to finish her paper. Of course, this paper hadn't even been assigned yet, but Hermione had kept a record of all of her homework assignments, and easily caught onto the homework assignment routine.

" Damn it!" Hermione cursed, slamming her fist down hard on the book. There was a loud THUNK which caused Hermione to jerk back the covers. Her overweight cat, Crookshanks, was standing on all fours, the hair on her back raised in shock. Hermione's outburst had startled the cat.

" Ooh, I'm sorry, Crook." Hermione said in a baby voice. She stood up and sat down next to Crookshanks. " It's just that shitty witty homework is aggravating mommy." Hermione said, stroking Crookshank's back gently. The cat purred softly, almost as if forgiving her.

Hermione jerked her head up when there was a sudden banging on the door. She instantly jumped to her feet.

" HERMIONE GRANGER, YOU OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!" A fierce, angry voice demanded. Hermione trembled as she fumbled for the lock on the door, but it was to late. The door flew open, just in time for Hermione to jump out of the way, to reveal a large, overweight man whom Hermione was ashamed to call her own father. His eyes glistened with pure evil and anger as he took a step into the room. " I told you to open the door for me. You forced me to open it myself..." He said, taking a step inside Hermione's room.

Hermione could smell the beer in his breath. Knowing that he was drunk, she took another step back. Her father smiled, and took a few steps toward her."You know, you really are a beautiful woman," he said, taking a few steps closer toward Hermione. Hermione, in turn, took the same amount of steps back, she then examined him quickly. His hair was tousled, his gut was hanging out from underneath his greasy t-shirt, and his eyes were bloodshot. OH, YEAH. HE'S DEFINITELY DRUNK. Hermione thought to herself. "just like you mother was." He said, advancing upon her. Hermione was now pinned up against the wall. He stood only about six inches away from her body, " To bad she had to leave us, it could have really worked out.." HE rambled. Now, He was fiddling with Hermione's hair. This made her very uncomfortable,

" Stop." She whispered, trying to maneuver herself away from his large body, but he just pushed her back against the wall.. He just smiled, moving his hand now down to her neck he said, "I don't understand. I give you a bed to sleep in, and food to keep you alive. And you are just S...O disrespectful." Now his hand was moving down her lower back, and he moved even closer to her. He next glided his hand to the front of her torso, and started to move his hands closer to Hermione's breasts. She moaned, knowing what was about to happen next. She felt so helpless, she wish that she could be somewhere else, ANYWHERE else. But not here with this...this BEAST.

Then, he placed his hands on her hips, about to pick her up, and next place her on the bed. Hermione then struggled with all of her might to break free of his tight, strong embrace. As she was thrashing her arms to try to break free, she noticed something in his back pocket. HER WAND!

With one, quick movement Hermione kicked her father in the groin, causing him to release her. She then grabbed her wand from his back pocket and leaped across the room, and turned to face him, wand raised.

He raised his hands, almost as if a police officer was telling him to 'freeze'. Without thinking, Hermione muttered the first spell that came to her mind, " STUPFY!" Her father went white with shock, and fell to the ground.

Knowing that STUPFY was only a stunning spell, Hermione quickly shot a spell at her trunk that caused it to fold up into a portable box, which Hermione slipped into her sweatshirt pocket. Then she picked up Crookshanks and rushed out of her room. As she sprinted down the steps, Hermione could hear her father grumbling as he was becoming conscious again.

Once Hermione reached the bottom of the steps, she rushed across the dinning room to the fire place. She looked back quickly to see her father running down the steps,

"HERMIONEEEE!" He yelled furiously. Now at the bottom of the steps, he started to run across the dinning room to get to Hermione, but halfway across the room, he tripped over a chair, and fell flat on his face. Knowing that there was no better chance, Hermione grabbed a handful of floo powder, and flung it into the fireplace, " THE BURROW!"

A/N: PLZ PZL PLZ read and review this story to tell me how it is, and if i should keep it going. THANKS!