(A/N): hello there. So here goes chapter 2. Don't wanna say much, JK owns everything, but Adrian's mine.

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Adrian P.O.V

It's Monday today. It's freaking Monday!

"you may go in now, Mr Wright. Madam Levi is waiting for you."

Upon hearing the call from Lisa, I got up from the chair almost immediately.

I reached for my pocket, and took out my only chance of living- the photograph.

I turned to look at Lisa, and she just gave me a warm smile and wished me good luck.

I walked towards the door slowly, counting my steps as I did so.

God, this is sick! I was nervous as hell.

As my hand reached the doorknob, I silently prayed.

'save me Hermione Jane Granger'

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Ramona Levi stared at the picture in front of her carefully. She took a few sip of hot tea from the teacup in front of her and fell back into the old armchair, frowning. After what seemed like hours, she finally looked up to meet my gaze, her face carried no absolute expressions.

I eagerly waited for her feedbacks.

I couldn't help but to remember what Zac had said about the Dragon Lady kissing me with eternal passion.

I swear, if that really happens..

god, ewww.. that's just.. no. just no.

I shivered at the thought.

Glad she didn't notice that.

One second, two seconds, and three... four...

Nothing. Still nothing. Not even a slight nod.

God, this is torture!

She didn't buy it. I'm screwed. That's the end of me then.

I was on the verge of standing up and walk out the door, when..

"well, this is interesting , I must say." She finally said, smiling for what felt like the first time in months.

She smiled! She fuckin smiled!

SCORE!

"really? So you approve of it then? Are you okay with the topic, Madam Levi?" I asked, just to make sure, but in my head, I was already doing the hula dance, celebrating my victory.

Ramona Levi just nodded her approval; her smile disappeared from her face just like that. She was back to her serious mode... Her Torture mode...

Killer mode.

I stopped doing the hula dance.

She took another sip of her tea before saying,

"you have a months to do your research and write your story. I want it to be BIG, Wright, remember that. You may leave. Come back in a month with my story. Now off you go."

She handed the photograph back at me, and I took it without a word.

Wow, that was fast. I thought to myself.

I nodded in agreement, and stood up abruptly.

"thank you madam.."

I turned; ready to leave the eerie room, when Ramona Levi spoke again.

"oh and Wright," she said with a calm voice. " please don't disappoint me, again. cuz if you do, well, I think you know the consequences. Now shooo.."

I stared at her and faked a smile before I left the room.

Blasted Dragon Lady!

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Hermione P.O.V

It's been a week since Mike died, and life had been everything but perfect.

I sat alone at one corner of my room, crying.

I was weak, fragile, and I knew I was unable to go through with this any longer. The strong, brave little Hermione Granger that I once knew was long gone.

"Mike, how could you do this to me?" I whispered. Tears won't stop pouring and I just let them be.

I had locked myself up in the room for a week now. Food was being brought to me every day, but I didn't even bother to look at it, let alone eat it. Water and air was the only reasons why I am still alive and breathing. Elise was getting worried, I could tell. But she couldn't inform about my well being to my father for he would kick her out of the house without a second thought.

She had tried once, about the time when I refused to eat because my brother Mike was not there to celebrate my birthday with me. I remembered being dragged down to the kitchen, and getting my birthday cake that Elise had baked for me stuffed into my face with such force that I could feel my nose breaking. Elise was forced to witness it all.

Harold Granger warned Elise not to bother him anymore about my well being. I heard him perfectly when he yelled and bashed poor Elise with such harsh words. Elise fearfully obliged, for she was one of the few that actually cares for me. That was about the time when I realized that my father doesn't love me.

I was only 5 then.

Ever since Mike's gone, my father went into depression. He came back every night, drunk as hell.

He visited me one night, in his drunken state to say how much he hated me. He clearly said that I was no more than a piece of shit to him, and he hoped that I will die in a horrible painful death so that he could live in peace.

After the first night, it turned into a habit.

His insults became more and more deep and personal each passing night. Last night, he started accusing me for killing my own brother. I cried my hardest when he said that Mike had died because he wanted to buy me a present for my birthday, and on his way to the store, he was hit by a car and went unconscious.

I refused to believe him, but I couldn't help but to wonder if it is true, because if it does, then I won't forgive myself.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and shook my head hard.

No, it's not true! Your father was drunk. He's out there somewhere. He didn't know what he was talking about.

I looked at my watch, and it was already 11.30 p.m.

He'll be here soon.

Being a businessman, I knew that my father is very particular when it comes to time. He doesn't like being late for any meeting. To him, punctuality is very important, and even if he's in a drunken state, that rule stays intact in his mind.

Creeeekkk...

I heard the door cracked open, and my heart started to race.

I wondered what more could the man say to me? It had hurt me to the very core of my heart, yes, but didn't he felt tired doing it every single night? I know I did.

I stared at the door from the corner of my room silently, and waited for the intruder to come bursting in.

Harold Granger came swiftly in mere seconds later, with a big bottle of beer in his right hand.

"heeeeelllllooooooo bitch!" he remarked, with a voice filled with undying venom.

I just stared at him, as tears began to greet my swollen eyes yet again.

He gladly waltzes in across my room, and mumbling incoherent words that I could not understands. He took another big gulp from the bottle, savouring every single drop of the liquor up to the very last drop. The foul taste of alcohol filled his mouth and sent a burning sensation to every part of his body.

He was drunk; really drunk.

Out of the blue, he suddenly threw the empty bottle right at me, and I screamed.

Fortunately, it missed just a few inches away, and it shattered into million pieces.

I turned my gaze back at him in horror,

And then, the show started.

"you are one, stupid bitch you know that!" my father said, pointing his finger at me. His knee was all wobbly, and he tried his best to maintain his balance.

"why must every single person that I love died, and you don't?" he said again.

"god, I hate you! do you hear me? I hate you! First, you killed my wife, and now, you killed my son! I want to kill you! I want you to die! Why won't you die, you fucking whore!" he shouted.

Every word that left his mouth was like daggers to my chest. I wanted him to stop. I wanted to yell at him, and asked him to stop hurting my aching heart. I felt like giving him my wand and asking him to avada me right there and then.

God, is he even my father?

A father will never say that to his own flesh and blood.

I couldn't do anything but to stare at him and cry.

He was shouting more and more insults at me, and it were getting louder and louder, when suddenly, he did the most unexpected thing, and I was so unprepared for it.

I gasped as he came towards me and grabbed my hair, making me stood up. I struggled in his grasp, pleading for him to let go, but he didn't even listen.

Then, without a warning, he pushed me hard, making me stumble to the ground. The pain was blinding. It was not long before I realized that my knees were bleeding. I noticed that my hands were also covered in blood, and a big piece of glass was stuck in my left hand wrist. I pulled it out immediately, and winced in pain. My hands were shaking.

It killed me to think that my own father just threw me at the very place where he broke his bottle earlier, and that he did it on purpose.

His laugh echoed across the room.

And at that moment, I knew that the person standing in front of me was no longer human, but a monster.

He really wanted to physically hurt me this time. Emotion torturing was certainly not enough for him, so he took it to another different level.

My eyes grew wide as humanly possible as I noticed he was taking of his belt, while making his way towards me.

No, he couldn't! He wouldn't!

"no, no please... please.. father."

He stopped in his track and looked at me with fury and hatred in his burning eyes.

"I am not your father filth!" he drawled.

I squeezed my eyes shut when he resumed walking towards me.

Please god, this can't be happening!

I waited in anticipation for his next move.

I could hear my own heartbeat, ramming inside my chest. I was sweating all over, and I prayed to god for it to be over soon.

Mere seconds later, I could feel the blinding pain greeted my body, and I screamed in pain.

He whipped me again, and I let out another horrible scream.

"DIE!" he said.

I received quite a few whips after that, and he stopped right before I went unconscious.

Elise came right after, and she cried while cleaning my wounds.

That was the first time my father ever tortured me.

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Adrian P.O.V

I stood there, frozen in place. The air was already cold, and the wind was certainly not helping either. It was blowing unusually hard that day, and I knew it managed to ruin my neat, perfect, black hair.

I tried to redo my hair for quite a few times, to make it back the way it was, but to no use. The wind just won't goddamn stop blowing and kept turning my hair back into a wild mess every time I tried to fix it.

My hair was not even that long! I thought to myself.

Stupid wind.

I turned my gaze towards Zac, who was standing right next to me, and he was also lost in thoughts.

I nudged his arms to get his attention.

"are you ready?" I asked, and he just shook his head.

"well, here goes nothing."

I pressed the doorbell and it rang.

Okay, breathe, breathe. Be calm. You can do this.

We waited, and waited, but there was no response.

When I turned to look at Zac, he just gave me a slight shrug.

"maybe they went out or something." He said.

"let's try our luck next time"

I just sighed, and nodded in agreement.

We were just about to leave when the humongous door of the Granger's mansion cracked open.

We turned back around, and were greeted by a lady.

"yes?" she said, frowning.

" ahh..hello, good morning." I said to her, and she just gave us a curt nod.

not too friendly. that's not good. not good.

I looked back to Zac, and glared at him, silently telling him to help me get through this woman, but he just ignored me completely, and quickly stared away.

That bastard!

I turned back to the lady, and she was getting annoyed, I could tell. By the look that she gave us, she was certainly not in a good mood.

"what do you two want? Mr Granger is not at home right now. So, if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do."

"no, wait,"

She was about to close the door, when Zac suddenly stopped her and said,

"we would like to see Hermione, if you don't mind. My name's Ronald Weasley, and this is..."

He pointed at me,

"Harry Potter"

I looked at the lunatic besides me.

What the hell?

(A/N) : okay, that's it for now. I know it's short. Do leave a review and give me feedbacks so that I could improve for the better. I'm new here, so forgive me for any grammar mistakes. I know there must be. Till next time then.