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A/n: I decided to already go ahead and post this again. I have revised the chapters so that they are better than the first attempt on the story. If you have read the little I had wrote the first time around, you will find that I have changed a few things and the plot will be a little bit different than I had originally planned. I will only be able to update on weekends because school is starting this Wednesday. Updates for this story and I'm a Zabini will probably be on the same day.
Chapter one: Escape
Hermione Clark-Granger had had enough! Her husband had never been like this! He had always been kind, loving and caring. Then he had had to go off and make those new friends. Since then their marriage had quickly gone downhill. Her once spotless house had become filled with empty beer bottles and cans. He began to stay out later, not coming home to after midnight. He missed family outings that they had planned with the kids and his only excuse being that he was busy with his friends. It had gone on like this for two month and then Hermione had to confront him. That night she had waited up for him, planning to have a talk when he got home. The minute that she opened her mouth to explain how much he was hurting his family, he began to hit her. She took it at first, but he began to worse and worse and she had finally had enough. She was not going to be enough one of those abused wives! And she would be damned if he laid a finger on either her sons or her daughter!
The clock placed on the wall over the living room fire place read 9:45. Knowing that her husband would not be home until after midnight Hermione felt that she would have enough time to escape before he could come home and stop her. First she walked to the bedroom that she and Freddie shared. She made her way to the oak chest in the farthest corner of the room and took the key that she always carried in her pocket. Making her way to the bottom of the chest she pulled out a small wooden box and opened it up. There inside laid the wand that she hadn't used since she fled from the wizarding world five years ago. She had kept it a secret from everyone that she was a witch because Freddie's parents felt strongly against magic. Hermione smiled to herself happy that she would once again get to practice the magic that she loved so dearly.
Next she made her way to her daughter's room. Aaliyah had been the first of the triplets to be born. Her room was decorated with all the Disney princesses ranging from stuffed animals to pictures and finally, Aaliyah's favorite, her comforter that showed many pictures of Cinderella, Snow White and Belle. Hermione saw how peaceful her daughter looked as she slept in her small bed and she felt saddened that she soon would have to wake her so they could leave. Quietly she whispered a spell that packed her daughter's things and stacked them in a neat pile on the floor. Quickly she shrunk the items and stuffed them in a suitcase that she carried. Carefully she woke her daughter and placed her small pink Disney coat over top of her Cinderella pajamas set. Quickly she put a pink pair of shoes on her daughter's feet and told her to wait on the couch as she went to get her two sons.
Marshal and Phineas shared a large bedroom on the second floor across from Aaliyah's bedroom. It had no real theme to it because both boys could never agree on the same thing. One boy loved Spiderman while the other one preferred the Hulk. Hermione smiled as she thought how close her sons were despite their different opinions. Making her way first to Phineas, who slept on the bottom punk, she carefully shook him awake and handed him his silver coat. She explained to him briefly that they were leaving and that he needed to wait in the living room with his sister. Once he was gone, Hermione climb the ladder and was about to wake Marshal, when she saw that he was already awake and staring wide eyed at her. Once she had learned that he already knew the situation, she handed him a black and green coat and together they made their way back to the floor. Marshal then noisily made his way to the living room where his brother and sister sat waiting while Hermione stayed in the boys' bedroom. Using the same spells she had used in Aaliyah's room, Hermione gathered her sons' stuff and then made her way down the hall to her room.
Once in her room, Hermione gathered all her personal items and placed them in the trunk, before shrinking it and the suitcases and then placing them in her pocket. Running into the den, Hermione ran to the loose floor board and pulled it up. Under it was some money she had saved and secret bank accounts she had opened. It would be enough for her and her children until she could find a job and support them. She stuffed the money in her pocket and walked into the kitchen. Quickly she scribbled a note to Freddie, pulled out the divorce papers, and threw her wedding ring onto the table, before walking back into the living room. She picked up her daughter who still seemed half asleep and with the boys walking in front of her, they left the house for the last time in their lives.
She placed the Aaliyah in the back seat of her Explorer and buckled her in. Next to her daughter she saw Phineas do the same thing. Making her way to the other side of the car, Hermione got into the driver's seat and turned the ignition. After making sure that Marshal was buckled in the seat next to her, she sped off leaving the house, never to return again. Not sure where to go, she just drove. She first thought about Harry and Ron, but if she went there she would have to explain. She didn't want to do that tonight. It would take all night to explain why she ran away after graduation and why she never answered their letters. She didn't even want to think about their reaction if the found out whom the triplets' father was. NO! She would not tell them who their father was. She would go see Harry and Ron tomorrow, but they would never know who the father of her children was. Never!
She drove on and on. All she wanted was to find a cheap hotel that had a room with two beds. She only needed to rent a room for a night and then she would return to the people that she had left behind so long ago. She would return and introduce her children to the world that they should have and would now grow up in.
About three hours after her escape, a drunken Fredrick, Freddie, Clark returned home to an empty house. Looking around he saw no sign of life. Peering into his stepdaughter's room he took notice that all the furniture was gone. He ran across the hall to the bedroom that had once housed his two stepsons and saw that like the room before it was empty. Being too drunk to understand it, Freddie headed off to bed. In the morning it all came crashing down. His wife had let him and the children he loved like his own were gone as well. Heading into the kitchen, he found a short note, and divorce papers. Next to the papers was Hermione's wedding ring. He knew he had blown it. He realized he would most likely never again see Hermione or the angelic faces of his stepchildren. Never again would her brush Aaliyah's long curly blond hair or tickle the two boys and watch as their brown hair with blond highlights fell in their eyes as they laughed. Knowing that he had lost the best thing in his life, he signed the divorce papers and placed them in the mailbox, hoping for the best life of four very precious people.
Twenty five miles away, Hermione, Phineas, Marshal, and Aaliyah were already starting to stir. Yesterdays events were only memories for them all. Today was a new day. Today was the day that Hermione Clark-Granger would return to her world. Today was the day that she once again became Hermione Jane Granger.
A/N Finished for now. Hopefully someone likes it. Please review to let me know. I think that this version is much better than the first one that I wrote.
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