In Her Eyes
Madammarauder
Ch15: Going Back
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The living room was filled with jolly, and Christmas spirit as everyone tore open their gifts as if they were five year olds. Of course, Mrs. Weasley made all of her sons sweaters, (she also made Harry one that Ron would give to him when they got back to Hogwarts) with their initials sewed on. Hermione got a few books, and her favorite, an organizer from Ron of which she could write her whole day's schedule down. Ron's favorite gift that he had gotten hand made, wooden Wizard's Chess board from his father. Mrs. Weasley quickly opened her gifts that her family had given her, which were new kitchen tools, and then she went into the kitchen to make a lovely Christmas feast with her new utensils.
"Well, I'm satisfied." Ron said with a whole chocolate frog squirming in his mouth. Then, with a gulp, he stood up, and grabbed Hermione's hand.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked as Ron took her to the doorsill between the kitchen and the living room. But, instead of answering, Ron just pointed up above their heads to a patch of mistletoe nailed to the doorsill. With a mischievous grin, Ron lowered his lips to Hermione's and gave her a sweet kiss.
Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Ginny stared at Hermione and Ron, then said in an obnoxious tone, "Awwwweeeeeeee."
Hermione just rolled her eyes, as did Ron. Then, they went back into the living room to pick up the mess that they had made.
"Are we ready?" Harry asked looking at Ron and Hermione for their response, but he was mainly anticipating Hermione's reply for the fact that they were going back to her home, and more importantly, to her father.
Hermione took a deep breath and nodded.
"Wait," Ron said, grabbing Harry's arm, "so what are we going to do if Hermione's dad is there?" Ron asked, looking directly at Harry. Harry though for a moment and then replied,
"Whatever the hell we need to." Then. Without another word, Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a step toward the fireplace. Next, Ron grabbed a handful of floo powder that was inside of a bucket hanging from the mantelpiece. Then, he thrust the powder into the crackling fireplace causing the fire to turn different shades of blue and green. Finally, with a deep breath he stepped inside of the flames and said very clearly, "Hermione's Home!"
Ron sped through the fireplace with his eyes closed tightly so that he wouldn't become nauseous. His elbows scrapped against the sides of the stone cold fireplace as he spun around and around. Overall Ron was quite used to traveling by floo network, but he still preferred other ways of transportation. Before Ron knew it, all of the spinning had stopped and he landed on the bottom of Hermione's cement fireplace. Unfortunately, it was Ron's butt that stopped his fall. With a groan he stood up, and stepped out of the fireplace. Then, he remembered why he was there. He quickly pulled out his wand, and then examined the room. He could very easily tell that the room he was in the living room. With one quick glance, Ron could tell that Hermione's father was not the tidiest man. There were open bags of cookies and potato chips scattered all over the coffee table, which was sitting between the sofa, ( that was literally destroyed from all of the beer spills and cat hair), and the television. Some beer bottles were tilted on its side, dripping the remaining liquor on the carpet that looked about as bad as the sofa. Suddenly, Ron about crapped in his pants when there was a loud THUD behind him. He quickly jerked around and then realized that it was just Harry and Hermione. With a great sigh of relief Ron walked over to the two of them. Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione's expression quieted him. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and her index finger was up too to her lips, gesturing to Harry and Ron not to say anything. In confusion, Harry and Ron both listened for what Hermione had gotten so startled about, They immediately heard a toilet flushing across the room inside the bathroom. Suddenly the handle of the bathroom door started to turn. Without a moment delay Harry quickly whispered a stern, "Hide!" Not taking any time to think Hermione, Ron, and Harry took cover. Ron bolted behind the television, Harry hid behind the sofa, and Hermione dove under the kitchen table that was just in the room over. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were as quiet as possible so they could hear where Hermione's dad was heading next.
Suddenly, a beer bottle that was sitting on the table toppled over, causing it to shatter and splash beer all over the kitchen floor. Hermione's father, who had already sat down in the living room cursed loudly as he got up and walked into the kitchen. The second Hermione's father entered the kitchen Hermione's hear stopped, and she could hear herself breathing even louder in forceful gasps. She quickly cupped her hand over her mouth so her father wouldn't hear her. Hermione was laying flat in her stomach, her feet bent so that they wouldn't be visible from outside of the table. A wave of terror overcame Hermione as she could barely see her father's bare feet approach the table. He cursed again loudly as he stopped in front of the mess beside the table. Next, Hermione could see that her father was walking to the other end of the kitchen to get supplies to clean the mess up with. When Hermione was sure that he had his back turned on her, she bolted from underneath the table into the living room. Hermione was just out of the kitchen as soon as her father turned around with the supplies and walked back to the mess.
The first thing Hermione did when she entered the living room was look at Ron and Harry for advice. They both were pointing upstairs, telling her to go and get what they were there for. Hermione nodded and rushed up the steps as quiet as a mouse. Hermione rushed passed the bathroom door, her father's room, the guest bedroom, and then she finally reached her bedroom. Her hands trembling, she turned the doorknob, and thrust open the door.
Surprisingly, her room looked the exact same as she had left it. Hermione thought for a second, and then remembered where she had hid the gift that she had gotten from her mom. Quickly, Hermione rushed over to her bedside table. She placed her hands at the bottom of the drawers, and with one gigantic push, she moved it about three feet over to the left. With a grin of satisfaction, Hermione got on her hands and knees on the floor. She look at the wooden boards for a second and then put the tips of her fingers in the edges of a board that was extremely loose. Hermione then lifted the plank out of the floor. When she did this, she saw what she had come back to her house for. It was a beautiful, golden, antique jewelry box that her mother had given to her for her fourth birthday. Hermione pulled the jewelry box out of the floor very carefully, and then she placed it in front of her where she unlatched the lock on the front. The second she lifted the lid the beautiful melody echoed softly throughout her small bedroom. As Hermione sat there, tears started to fill in her eyes as she remembered listening to the music when her parents would fight. The sounds of her father yelling at her mother, her mother trying to calm Mr. Granger down, the sound of Hermione's father slapping and punching Mrs. Granger quickly overcame the beautiful melody playing in Hermione's mind. Tears of sadness, anger, and disgust now fell freely from Hermione's eyes.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Mr. Granger threw away the shattered glass and soggy paper towels in the trash. Then, he walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. After a few moments of searching, he finally found the television remote under the bags of food. Just as he was about to turn on the TV, he stopped. For a moment, everything in the living room became really quiet, and Harry and Ron tried to listen for what Mr. Granger had stopped for. Upstairs, Mr. Granger could faintly hear the familiar sound of Hermione's jewelry box. Curious, he placed the remote down, and stood up. Next, he started to make his way upstairs. Harry and Ron quickly rushed after him, being very quiet so they wouldn't be heard.
Hermione whipped the tears out of her eyes as she watched the ballerina spinning around and around in circles on a little sire stand in front of the mirror. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. But, before she looked at herself directly, she noticed something behind her in the reflection. It was her father standing in the doorway!
"Hermione run!" Hermione head Harry and Ron yell outside of the bedroom.
Mr. Granger looked over at them in confusion, and then said, "What the hell are you-" But, before he could finish his sentence, both Harry and Ron had hit him with a spell that caused his eyes to widen in shock, and his skin to become very pale.
In one motion, Hermione shut her music box, causing the sweet melody to stop, picked it up, and cradled it under her arm as she stood up and started to run for the door. But, as she was running, she tripped on the leg of her bed, and fell on her knees on top of a nail that was sticking about an inch out of the floorboard. Hermione gave a painful groan as she tried to stand up, but she couldn't balance as she was standing so she fell back down. This time, she landed right beside of her father, who was still laying motionless on the floor. A sudden painful image came back to her. Just like the night when Hermione was running away from her father and he had hit him with the spell, he had become white and his eyes were wide open. Hermione shook the image out of her mind, and stood up. This time, she didn't completely loose balance, but she was about to fall over. Noticing this, Ron ran over to her and helped her balance. Then, Harry, Hermione, and Ron rushed out of the room, down the stairs, and to the fireplace. Harry was the first to step into the fire, followed by Ron and then Hermione.
A/n: Hey, Y'all! I hoped u enjoyed this chapter. Sorry that it took me so long to update, but I was away at a swim camp in NC! It was so fun! Anyway, plz review and I will try to update as quickly as possible! THANX!