Chapter 2
Bad Memories
*Flashback*
"I asked you where you had been, you, lazy useless mud-blood bitch!" Ron towered over Hermione like an ominous volcano about to explode. "I went to my volunteer job at the refuge, they need me, you don't, all you needed or wanted was someone to replace your mother and to take over the cooking and cleaning for you!" Hermione yelled back and pulled her wand on Ronald "You will never ever call me that name again!" Her hair crackled along with her wild magic.
"Crucio!" Ron yelled/intoned, and Hermione fell over shaking with agony, but not before she sent out her own stunner towards her "loving" husband with and it sent Ron sprawling to the floor and it knocked him unconscious. Hermione stood over him "That is the last time, that you will ever control me, or hurt me, or take my money!" Hermione ran out the door with no shoes and ran to Harry's and Luna's
*End Flashback*
Hermione had woken up screaming from that nightmare, but as she went through it in her mind, recalling the awful moment he had Crucio-ed her, it had somehow had strengthened her resolve to never, ever, be a victim again! She swore to the Goddess of Wisdom to become stronger
Her cordless phone rang shrilly as she wiped her eyes free from grit, it was Ronald! 'Why isn't he rotting away in Azkaban?'
"What do you want!" Hermione hissed down the receiver "Please, Hermione, I've changed, they sent me to a group therapist for anger management, Please, I am homeless."
"You haven't changed at all, have you, Ronald weasley? Go home to mummy, Ronald, she can fawn and fuss over her ickel Ronnie-kins, as much as she likes. I'm done! Do you hear me, done!"
"I'm going to get you, Hermione, watch your back!"
"Why, are you going to put a knife in it, you wife-beating, abusive, prejudiced bastard?" Hermione slammed the phone down trembling with anger. It rang again several times until Hermione pulled the plug out of the phoneline.
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"I wish that I had never married the foul git, Luna, now he's got my past and my future" Hermione put her head on the table
"He hasn't got your future at all, Hermione, that is your destiny and your path, not his, are you glad that you took the contraceptive potion after Rose and Hugo came along?"
"Of course, Luna, you were a godsend to me at the ministry. I took them at work and Ronald assumed I was going through the change of life." Their coffee cups suddenly exploded on the coffee table outside the small muggle café.
"Hello, Loony, consorting with my wife to do me over, are you?" Ron pointed his wand at Luna "This is a muggle area in London, what about the Statute of Secrecy, you idiot!" Hermione ground out, but she sat still.
"Oh, the Statute of Secrecy, hmmm, I find myself not caring about it, with any hope they will blame you and you will beg me to get you out of prison and you will welcome me back to our home with open arms, if you don't, Hermione, then I will take the kids from you, and you won't see them unless I say!"
Ron snarled as he pointed his wand under Luna's chin onto her throat. "It's funny, you never stopped being the know-it-all, did you? You and Harry always thought that you were better than me or too good for me."
"You have a loving family, Ron, Harry had the abuse of the Dursley's to contend with! Then you abused me in our 16 years of marriage because you thought it was your right to push me around like the big man, I won't let you use the children to hurt me or hurt Luna here, who patched me up for 16 years plus. Do you remember what happened 6 months after we married in that wonderful handfasting ceremony? I do, to this day, I remember" Ronald paled "You smashed a cup of hot coffee in my face, and you burnt the side of my face, because I wouldn't hand over my wages for you to gamble at the wizards betting shop in Diagon Alley. Blood was pouring down my face from the cut in my head. Luna took pictures of my injuries and we started to collect evidence. Diaries, events, recordings in the pensieve. You deserve at least 20 years in Azkaban!" Ronald started backing away, but Luna caught his wrist in an Aikido restraining move worthy of any Dojo in Japan, Luna threw the red-headed prat into the glass windscreen of the parked on the pavement and the owner of the café rushed out. He had designer stubble and he looked like he was going to be apoplectic. "That was my car!" he yelled. Hermione had to think quick and used the confundus charm on the owner of the car. "We are so sorry, here is my ID, do you have insurance?" Hermione asked sweetly. The owner of the smashed car looked considerably calm "Who was the idiot, holding your friend hostage?"
"My ex-husband who's been stalking me for the past year"
"Sounds like a real charmer, I will tell my insurance company that you aren't at fault, can they contact you on a mobile or landline?"
"Sure, no problem, here's my landline? I'll be happy to explain what happened"
Luna gave the gentleman "her" number as Hermione kept giving backward glances to the gentleman and her cheeks were tinged pink.
"And thanks for being understanding, sir. Let's go, Hermione" Luna growled
A/N What do you think, a new romantic interest for Hermione, but she still has more heartache to come from Ron Weasley?