hey i got chappi 2 up, its more lyk chappi one tho if u think about it. but enywayz this one explains alot bout miones life, but not all of it, theres still loads more. im posting chappi 3 up now 2, i think im gunna post 2 chappies at once so theres more of a story and so u get anxious bout the next 2 chappies. well imma stop blabberin and let ya all read the story.

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Hermione Granger awoke in the suns golden rays that streamed threw the tiny holes in the walls of her cavernous cave. She looked around and realized that she must've fallen asleep while she was so deep in all those thoughts of her night, she yawned as she finally got the strength to force herself up off of the moist ground, and looked around searching for something she wasn't sure of, but then her feet at there own seamed to lead her to the exit of her den. She looked up out of the pit and seen the bright blue skies with only an occasional cloud passing by starring right back at her, as though they were telling her to just pass her home right bye and just run away. Although she ignored them, she climbed up the pits wall and toddled her way right back to her home. As she made her way up to the moss overgrown and yet gorgeous 3 story mansion she called home, she noted something different about it, looking around the yards, there she spotted it, a For Sale sign in the front of the freshly cut lawn. He was going to sell her parent's home, the home she had grown up in, the home that was filled with memories, but not just any memories, good memories.

Hermione stalked up to the sign and kicked it as hard as she could and tore it out of the yard and threw it into the dumpster. She couldn't believe it, what gave him the right to sell her house, it's not his, and it never will be, not even the small cap cod guest house across the lawn on the other side of her house in which he lived in. As she walked up to the door of his house she noticed that his old rusted ford was parked next to the cod, she then quietly unlocked the door to her home with the only pair of keys to the house, and walked inside after carefully locking the door behind her. Hemione instantly smelled the sweet scent of vanilla pouring threw the every room of the manor. She stepped up the wooden, gold encrusted stairs strait to her pink room. After grabbing a clean tee shirt that said, "My Eyes Are Up Here", a pair of black sport shorts, a red thong and matching bra, she made her way into her unusually large bathroom connected to her room. Her bathroom was white and looked like a rich spa, with pastel colored paintings and white marble floor it was to die for. Her bathroom was like her third room, next to her Hogwarts room of course. She stepped up onto her white fur rug that laid next to the queen spa bath, she turned the knobs to run the water of her hot luxurious bath, she took off her dirty somewhat damp clothes and stepped into the full bath of hot soapy water.

About 3 hours later, around four o clock, she had finally gotten out of the relaxing bath, and ignored at least 7 calls from the realtor selling her home and 5 calls from 4 couples looking to find out more about the olden home. She got dressed, put on her makeup, and had dried and styled her hair in less than an hour, after finishing all of her daily rituals, she walked down the stairs to her kitchen and made herself a sandwich after finding that she had gotten hungry. She went into her baize colored living room sat herself onto her hazel leather couch and turned the plasma tv on the wall on to Friends, one of her favorite muggle shows. Four episodes and a commercial later, she heard him slam his cod door as usual and his shoe steps on the gravel of the sidewalk leading up to the front door, and then his voice, "Hermione open this door, you have some explaining to do… open this door now !" . She rolled her eyes, got up from her couch, walked up into the hallway, and up to the door. She thought for a moment about whether to open the door to his devilish face or not, and after seconds finally gave up on her thoughts and opened the door to him. There he stood on the stoop leading to the door, Mike Mariously, Hermione's uncle, and so called guardian. He was a tall 6 ft with dark black dyed hair, his hazel eyes that ran in her mothers family, and the angry look that stood before his face, the look that almost never left his face, the look that would've terrified Hermione if she had not known about his bar tending job that started in less than 10 minuets time.

Hermione walked away into the kitchen, and sat down on one of the bar stools, as he followed shutting the door behind him.

"Who in the hell do you think you are, throwing away signs that we need to sell the house!" Mike furiously yelled.

" I think im the owner of this home, the home that is not yours, the home which you are just a guest in, the home that you don't own or control!" she answered back not so respectively.

"You are not the owner of this home; you're just a mere child that just happened to have parents that once lived in this home."

"Wrong again, my parents will contently stated…."

"Your parents will stated, that you will control all of there shit when you become of age, are you 18 yet?"

"In the wizarding world, 17 is the age, not 18!"

"Does this look like the fucking wizarding world to you? No it fucking doesn't! Case closed!"

"But…"

"But fucking nothing, now were selling this house and you can't do anything about it!" And with that Mike stormed out of the kitchen, out of the mansion, and into the car to drive away and drown himself with alcohol.

"Go to hell!" Hermione yelled at the car speeding down the hill into the city. God he is such a fucking ass hole bastard!

After Mike had left she called the realtor and told him that the house was no longer for sale and to worry about someone else's problems. The rest of the night she spent, watching movies, and eating popcorn when around 10, she received a letter from Pig, thinking it had been Ron, Hermione had been wrong.

mione,

We've missed you here at the burrow! Were so upset that you couldn't make it, how are you feeling? Mum's been completely obsessing over you, she keeps on about how your taking it, and that we should be owling you more and we keep on telling her that we do owl you all the time and she reckons that it would be good for you to get away from your house, with all the memories and everything, and get our mind off of all the pain. It's rapidly annoying. I don't know if Ron or Harry or anyone has owled you, I mean they've mentioned it but who knows, they've been obsessing over Fluer, yah Fluer, she's staying here for a while until bill gets back from Romania, him and Charlie took a vaca, but she's here, were getting along better than last summer, its actually nice to have someone who lives with you to talk to about girl stuff.

I can't wait until schools start this year, I'm so excited about being in 7th year instead of 6th, I get to skip all those exams! haha. Rons a bit upset though, I guess it seems as I'm going to take all the graduating glory away from him.

Since were on the subject, has Ronald owled you? He's been acting weird when ever we talk about you around him, and when ever we ask about you to, like hows the girlfriend boyfriend thing working out, he gets all aggressive and stuff, not sure why tho.

Harry and I've gotten back together, I think I just started making him regret breaking up with me so much that he gave in, I know I know I shouldn't go out with him now that voldemorts probably gonna try to kill harry again this year, especially since Harry's still gonna attend Hogwarts, its probally pissin him off lol. Mum almost caught us shagging the other night, it was really funny actually. We were in my room and since mum knows that we dating she's been watching me like mad, its not that she doesn't want us to go out, it's just she doesn't want me to be shagging around in her house, but anyway, we were in my room and we soundproofed and triple locked the door, and it was around two o clock in the morning, mum was coming back from yelling at fred and george, (long story) so she thought shed come in and check on me, we heard her coming up the stairs so harry and to jump up and crawl underneath my bed, and he was naked and I had to cover up quickly, so she came up I unlocked the door and she barley missed harry! Funny right, I thought so.

Well I should get going, Fred and George are taking us out to Hogsmead to see there new shop, owl me back as soon as you can.

Gods, Fred and George want me to say hey

Luv u, Ginny

ps, that offer about coming ova here is still up, please take it, im dying here!

And that was Ginnyfor yah. Hermione smiled at the letter, hearing from her friends always made her feel better. She wondered why Ron hadn't owled her for a while, only twice since they started going out this summer had he owled her.

Ginns,

Hey gurl, thanks for owling me, ive been completely bored to death out here, I really wish I could come out there with you guys, but it's probably better that I deal with it now. O god bless your mum, tell her I thank her and that she shouldn't be wasting her time worrying about me. Im glad that you and Fleur have been getting along, it's a good thing, considering she's going to be your future sister in law. Nope Ron hasn't owled me since we started dating, I've owled him like twice, and he responded, just in quick little sentences, I don't think things are working out between us very well, ill owl him as soon as I send this. Congrats on you and Harry! But poor Harry! That's terrible, and yet o so funny! It's a good thing she didn't spot him or else she wouldn't know what to do, because obviously she can't send him home to the Dursleys, and he doesn't have a place of his own.

You won't believe what Mike did! He put the house for sale! MY PARENTS HOUSE! I'm so pissed at him, he thinks he owns the house now that there gone; he's such a fucking bastard. I told the realtor that the house wasn't for sale and to get on with her life.

Thanks for the offer, but like I said, I think its best if I spend some time here

Well I need to go get something to eat, tell Fred and George I said hi back. Have fun!

Luv u 2, mione

Hermione wrote and sent back the owl with the freshly written letter, and in less than a minuets time, Pig was back with another letter, this time from Hermione's boyfriend

Mione,

Listen I'm really sorry I haven't owled you lately, its just I don't know what to say to you. I feel horrible about the whole thing, honestly, I do. I want to make you feel better, but I just don't have the words.

We need to talk, I know that we love each other, but I think it would be best if we seen other people. It's just not working out for me, maybe in a year's time, later, but just not now.

Ron

PS please don't be mad at me, I still love you

She didn't know what to think, she felt angry at him and yet terribly sad. She had never been rejected by someone that she had loved so much. She thought that he had loved her to, but obviously he didn't. She started to sob; she had never felt this hurt before.

Hermione stood up from the bar in the kitchen where she was responding to all her letters, sobbing. She looked at the clock and it was around 11 already, and Mike would be back soon, in less than an hour. She wasn't sure what to do, stay in the living room and hope for the best or run away to the cave, and hope he doesn't call the search team. Every night after Mike came home, he usually brought a girl with him, sometimes even two and three, and sometimes he just came home very, very drunk, either way was bad. She never knew what to expect of him either, just expect the worse is what she came to. She finally decided to go down to the cave, and spend the night there, but by the time she had decided it, it had been 11:49 and Mike had been pulling in to the drive way. She jumped up to the window, and stared right at the ford that decided her fate for tonight. Alone, Mike had stepped out of his car alone, but thankfully he turned and walked up to his little crummy cod, she didn't need his crap, she didn't need his shit. She hadn't realized how tired she really was until she went into her room to watch her tv, but instead fell asleep on her bed, before even reaching for the remote.

3 o clock in the morning, the dark sky cascading into the moon light, Hermione awoke with a startled gasp. She had heard the front door, the locked glass front door open and shut very quietly. No, no I locked the door how? O shit he must've left the window next to the door open again! Her lungs tightened as she heared Mike walk up the staircase. Every step he took, she thought harder, on what to do, should I stay, should I hide, she got up quickly and ran into the bathroom and locked the door, quieter than ever before. She heard him walk into her room, expecting to seen the chestnut brown haired teenager lying peacefully in her bed, all he seen were crumpled sheets.

"Hermione, dear, come out, come out where ever you are." She looked threw the key hole, and there he was reaching out for the locked door knob, she thought quickly and jumped into the shower, hoping he couldn't brake down the door. He tried and tried with all his might to brake down the door, and finally he prevailed.

"Now Hermione, I just want to talk, please come out." He whispered as he checked behind the tubs curtain, it was only seconds before he found her, she could only think of one thing to do. There he stood before the glass shower door,

"There you are." He said as he opened the shower door to find a fully clothed unconscious 16 year old Hermione, lying on the showers floor. "Hermione?" he whispered before bending over to check her pulse, it was normal, she was still breathing, she must've fallen asleep, is what Mike thought before he kissed her on her forehead and then smacked his hand against her face, her lip started to bleed. She tried as hard as ever not to wince in pain, to try to act as though she were really asleep, but that did not stop him.

"You fucking bitch whore, I seen you come in here! Get the hell up before I do something, your going to regret!" he yelled as he kicked her hard in the ribs. She tried so hard to control herself but she couldn't, she had gasped in pain, she had given up, she had lost.

"Your going to pay for that bitch!" he pulled her up and ripped off all her clothes, while he took of his, after all there clothes discarded he grinded into her, and forcefully started to snog her. She started to whimper.

"Please no, please…"

"Shut the hell up, you could've taken this the easy way, but u had to fucking hide!" he yelled as he punched her in her stomach. She cried, and cried, and then he slapped her once more. This was the seventh time this summer. Nothing could stop him now; nothing has ever stopped him, not even when her parents were still alive and living happily. But back then she didn't know how wrong he was, how horribly he was taking advantage of her, knowone knew. They all trusted him, they still do and they still think that Hermione Granger is safe at home, but they don't even know the half of it. Some nights like last, she would run away to her cave, just to escape it all, all the beatings, all the rapings, everything.

It was noon; Hermione awoke to find herself in the shower, bare and naked, in a puddle of blood between her thighs. She realized she must've passed out while he was raping her. She got out of the shower and looked out of the window, Mike was gone, she wanted to cry, but she had cried all the tears available. She walked over to the shower and turned it on, she needed to be clean, she felt dirty, and disgusting. She lathered herself up with soap and scrubbed, like she usually does after he attacks her.

After an hour of scrubbing, she now knew the only thing to do, run away. She had wanted to run away ever since she came home in June and her parents weren't there, but she never had the strength or courage, she was afraid Mike would sell all of her parents stuff, including there house, but he hasn't done it yet, why would he now, why would he wait until she's gone, he would've done it while she was still around to make her grow deeper in depression. And so it was decided, he wasn't going to sell her parents stuff, and in a month she would have control of everything by wizarding law, and she could kick him out, and live in there house herself, with maybe a friend, or maybe a boyfriend, husband even.

She put on her makeup, covered up her scars with tons of conceler, dried her hair silky strait, put on a brown and pink laced camisole, a pair of tight, dark navy, hip huggers, and a pair of pink pumps that went with her outfit perfectly. Hermione was no longer the know-it-all, bookworm; she was now a normal teenager, who was now hotter than most in Hogwarts. She just got sick of her old reputation, and decided it was time for a change. She got her suitcase and filled it up with makeup, hair products, and tons of clothes. She got another suitcase and filled it with everything she would need from her room, incase she didn't come back. She grabbed her Hogwarts suitcase and then bewitched them to make them feel lighter than the 50 pounds heavy they really were.

She was ready to leave; she grabbed her stuff, called crookshanes to her, and got a cab. She was gone.

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