Disclaimer: All I own is the plot line. sobs I am so poor all I own is this plot line nothing else.
A/N: You will be very very happy with this chapter and I am sorry it took me so long to post it. I wrote it and I wasn't satisfied so I had to rewrite. Now does anyone have any ideas of how Hermione and Draco can get closer.
Without a Home: Chapter 12
A seventeen year-old Hermione woke up to any empty house just like any other summer day. Just like any other normal day her parents had left for work and Hermione had slept in a little. She glanced at her alarm clock 8:14. Well perhaps she hadn't slept in that long. Her parents had only left 44 minutes ago. She crawled out of bed and climbed over to her white door. She opened the door and walked down the hallway towards the stairs. The floorboards creaking under her feet as she made her way over to the stairs.
She walked into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee and headed for the living room. Inhaling the strong smell of coffee all the way. She loved the smell of coffee. It smelled even better than it tasted.
She laid her coffee cup on a coaster as she sunk into the couch. As she made herself comfortable she searched around for the T.V. controller and finding it she turned on the T.V.
She changed the channel to the news and began to sip her coffee slowly. They were talking about some new discovery on Mars which was interrupted for some breaking news. Which irritated Hermione as she was interested in this discovery on Mars.
"We would like to interrupt this program for some breaking news," They said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Why did they have to interrupt now of all times? I mean the report about Mars looked really interesting and Hermione did not want to miss out on anything educational.
"Several people were found dead in a dentist clinic downtown..."
That got Hermione's attention. She looked up to see that on the screen was her parent's dentist office. Well she was looking down on the clinic. They must be filming from helicopters her mind told her.
Who died? Who died? C'mon tell me who died. She silently told her T.V. as if it could hear her thoughts.
"Strangely the owners of the clinic, Mr. and Mrs. Granger are yet to be found. Only their patients' and receptionists' bodies were found. Which we have yet to identify those who were dead. No evidence has been discovered so far to the whereabouts of Mr. and Mrs. Granger or to who killed the people found inside. If you have any information about…"
Hermione did not hear the rest as she was lost in her thoughts. Missing? Dead? Killed? Bodies found? Hermione's mind had yet to make complete thoughts.
Her parents were missing and people were found dead at their clinic. What was going on? Were her parents okay? She looked at a clock 8:29 they should have arrived at the clinic a long time ago. Perhaps they got stuck in a traffic jam. She could try calling their cell phones! Yes that is what she should do.
She lifted her body up from the couch and made her way over to the phone. She picked it up and dialed the number.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Hello you have reached…"
Hermione hung up. Okay she shouldn't panic just because her Mom didn't answer didn't mean her dad wouldn't. She dialed his number and prayed that she would get an answer.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ri-
"Hello Granger," She heard a voice whisper followed by heavy breathing.
"Da-Dad?" She asked in a scared voice.
That had not sounded like her Dad at all not one bit. Who was that? Who had her Dad's cell phone.
"Granger your precious mudblood Daddy is outside your door," The voice whispered again with more heavy breathing.
"What did you do to my parents?" She screamed into the receiver.
Heavy breathing.
"Who are you?" She asked a little more quiet though, but in a panicked voice.
Heavy breathing and then a dial tone. They hung up on her.
She slowly moved the phone away from her ear. She hung up and looked at the door. The very same door that she had came in through from her first day at kindergarten. The very same door that she had walked in through numerous times with her arms loaded down with bags of groceries. The very same door that she had walked in lugging a suitcase behind her coming home from all of their family vacations. The very same door she had walked in and out of so many times during her life. The door she had walked through with laughter in her eyes and tears rolling down her cheeks.
She slowly walked to it. It looked so much further away then it normally did. It seemed to get further away with every step she took. With every step she took the lump in her throat grew bigger. The knot of dread in her stomach grew tighter. The panic in her eyes grew stronger. Her heart beat faster.
It was like time was slowing down. It took hours to get to that door. Yet when she had finally reached the doorknob she wished it had taken longer. She didn't want to open the door. She didn't want to see what lay behind it. Slowly she opened the door squeezing her eyes shut as the door swung open.
Slowly she opened her eyes to the sight below her. A scream emitted from her lips as she saw her parents on the door step. Both dead. Both gone from Hermione's world.
Their faces slashed and cut. Crimson blood oozing from their heads. Their mouths open in pain and both had one eye that was slashed; the other wide open in fear. Stabbed deeply into their necks was a dagger. Cuts and slashes all over their arms and their upper body. Their arms and legs broken into positions that would be impossible if the bone was unbroken. They looked sick and she could feel bile rising in her throat at the sight of her parent's bodies mangled and broken.
In her mother's hand she saw a letter. In her father's hand she saw his cell phone she picked up both. She turned on the cell phone to see a picture of a snake going through a skull's mouth. So that was who did this. The death eaters. The dark mark seemed to laugh at her as she stared at it. Then she opened the letter written in crimson ink… no it was her parent's blood.
Mud blood,
Do you love your parents' makeover? Don't worry they won't be the last to get a make over. Be careful mud blood and watch your back. Don't tell anyone of this and never go back to the magic world. Run or you may be next.
She dropped the letter in shock and heard a sound from behind her. She froze as she heard the sound of heavy breathing behind her. She tried to scream, but no sound would come out. She jumped over her parents bodies and ran. Ran for her life and ran for the one thing she needed: safety. She ran from her home and ran from the world of magic. She ran leaving her wand, her books, her clothes, and Crookshanks behind.
She didn't look back knowing what would be above the house. Knowing the dark mark would be above the house just like in every muggle killing. Just like in every killing.
All was silent except for the sound of her feet smacking against the ground. All she could feel were pain and the tears rolling down her cheeks. Occasionally a sob was emitted from her lips. Thoughts filled her mind. Whys and what ifs. Memories of them and thoughts of them.
Why couldn't she have died? She entered the wizarding world and they never did. She deserved to die for getting them into this. They never deserved to die.