You know the deal of this. JKR's not mine. Just the plot. Sorry it took so long to update everyone but I had a minor case of writer's block and no access to a computer except when for a few minutes. Thanks to all the reviews. Let the story begin. Sorry it took so long. Issues arose.

Dear Harry,
I am deeply sorry that I have not returned your letters. But ,as you may have guessed, Ron has been hiding them from me ,but I did recieve a few. Ron has gone to get us food. I only have a few minutes.
I knew you figured out what happened to Ron and I. But let me give you the story.
After graduating we moved into the flat on Leviosa Lane. A few months later I relized I had feelings for someone else and I tired to leave but Ron knew who it was and wouldn't risk losing someone or something else to him. If you would have seen the sadness and the anger mixed together maybe you would have forseen what was coming as I did not.
Instead he grabbed me around the neck and through me in our bedroom. I then locked the door and attempted to write you a letter that was later used to heat our flat.
Ron set out for work after forcing me to call St. mungo's to say I quit after only nine months. It was almost as hard to do that as it is to lie to you about the ordeal when you arrived to visit the next day. As the day progressed I wrote you the last letter that was not ripped up or thrown in the fire.
After your visit the next day Ron hit me for the first time after choaking me.
And it increased from there. And now a year later you can not even imagine.
About five months ago we moved form leviosa lane to this new flat. It is just like my life here. Neglected, miserable, and in the middle of it all. But from a room in the attic I can see two comforts but never reach them. Yes they are distant but I can look at them and remember happier times.
But now I can see Ron returning slowly please return your letter by Vivianne my owl at 10 am as soon as possible. Ron goes and gets the daily prophet which he works for so we can have a little money. Or after noon on anyday between monday and thursday. But do so before two pm.

Lovingly,
Hermione
She quickly folded it up. and said to Vivianne "Take this to Harry now and don't let Ron see you."
She quickly wiped the ink from her hands and set the room as it had been before not wanting another beating from Ron. "Hermoine I'm back and this house isn't clean yet." he snarled.
"I'm sorry. It's just..." she paused
"You were just thinking of the fairytale life you would have with Harry. Oh with the youngest auror. Best seeker. Richest wizard. Best looking one as well. He would work all day and when he got home you'd run into his arms and kiss. Then you would go to his quidditch match and out to dinner and have a grand old time. Being Mrs. Harry Potter. And he'll always be there never leaving you alone except to work. You'll be with him at every Quidditch match. Always happy. And you'll have perfect children. Named James, Lily, Sirius, and Ginny. Well let me tell you I have you and that fairy tale will never happen. So learn to deal with it." He smacked her face and knocked her out. Dragged her upstairs and locked her in the attic leaving her there well he went to work.

"Harry I'm going shopping."
"Lovely Cho."
"Well.."
"Well what?"
"I need something to shop with."
He threw a small bag of galleons at her.
"That's it."
"Your not getting anymore. You have your own money."
"Fine."
With that she walked out slamming the door. Moments later a small tawny owl arrived and Harry sprinted at it relizing it to be Hermoine's. He quickly brought the owl in and fed her well he read her letter.
Tears fell from his eyes as he read of her life with Ron. "Where did it all go wrong?" he wondered aloud.
He read it again. Who was she leaving for and why didn't she say anything when they were alone that day."Ron was inside and they were outside. The window was open. Of course. She wouldn't risk it even if he could of helped. Ron would of covered it all up and made it look like it was her fault like in seventh year. How could I have been so stupid? Ron didn't grab her neck because she slipped it was because she refused to let him copy the charms essay.
He picked up his quill and began to write

Dear Hermoine,
I am so happy to hear from you. I have been searching for you since you letter over a year ago. I hope you are holding up okay. I'm glad you have a haven to look at and remember happier times. That also gives me a clue to your location and will help me locate you sooner.
Hermoine I'm so sorry I didn't relize it sooner but maybe you missed it to. But Ron was always Harming you.
I"m also sorry I didn't tell you that I loved you. And if Ginny was telling the truth as she layed there dying you were escaping to me.
I will find you as soon as I can.

All my love,
Harry.

He looked at the letter. Tied to the owl and sent it off hoping it would beat Ron home.

Well that's it. Chapter three will be here a lot sooner. Review. I will not accepts flames. But be truthfull.
Peace love and mashed potaoes. Katie xoxo