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Drabbles told in MIN: 100 to MAX 1000 words.

Hermione was humming to herself hanging up the laundry outside on the line. These last couple of weeks just flew by. Things were getting better for Hermione. She was happier and it was as if her depressive state never even happened. Hermione smiled to herself. It was all thanks to Tom, her boy. Hermione just realized at the party that she immensely cares for Tom. She loves him, as a mother should with their child. He was her miracle, her little miracle.

However, she was nervous with him just the other day. Perhaps nervous wasn't the right word. A mother shouldn't be nervous with her child. Nevertheless, something happened just the other day and she has yet to tell anyone, and she meant to keep it that way. She didn't want anyone needlessly worry, especially her dear husband.

Tom and Hermione were out getting a couple things for school. She wanted to get him any last minute necessities and other goodies that he wished. Even though it was getting rather late, Tom had voiced his wishes to explore just a bit more. Hermione, wanting nothing more than to please her son, agreed.

They had only gotten a couple of things and they were back on their way. However, three bulbous fellows intercepted them from the floo. Hermione placed Tom behind her. Of course, they threatened her and her child to give them money, but the newly mother held her ground. What happened in the next few moments would only confuse Hermione and would cause questions...

"Listen witch," he spat the word, "Give us everythin' you got. Of course, if you have nothin'," he licked his lips as he looked at her up and down, "I'm sure we could figure somethin' out."

Hermione glared at him. "No. Let us through." She spoke quietly but with venom in her voice. Her eyes bore into theirs wishing nothing more but to get through to the floo network safely.

They didn't listen. They managed to overpower her and took her wand. She screamed and shouted for Tom to run as they threw her down onto the ground. The disgusting thugs grabbed both her arms to hold her steady. The ghastly man started to unbutton her shirt and coat while the other was pushing up her skirt. Hermione felt his hands climb up her legs and gripped the edges of her knickers pulling them down.

Tom was standing there and watching what was happening to the woman. Tom wasn't stupid; he knew what was about to happen to her.

The thug that threw Hermione's undergarments to the side turned to Tom and laughed. "You goin' to watch us with your motha, brat?" Hermione screamed once again. "Leave him alone," she screamed at the top of her lungs. The thug just slapped her across her face.

Tom cocked a brow at the statement and fingered Nagini around his neck. "She isn't my mother," he merely stated.

"Oh, then you don't mind if we use her for a bit do you," he licked his lips as he smacked the woman once more as they molested her.

Tom's eyes narrowed. He gripped his wand tightly in his hand but didn't' raise it. How dare this pig, touch what he was already using.

Hermione shivered at the memory of what happened next.

"Actually, I do mind."

The man laughed once more. "And what are you goin' to do about it, brat. Run along now." He unzipped his pants and brought out his flesh.

Tom's voice actually grew demonic as he said his next words. "Release her."

They didn't listen.

Hermione stopped the memory and shook her head. The thug's screams were so loud, and there was so much blood.

"Are you unwell," a soft voice spoke and Hermione jumped as she turned and saw Tom staring at her.

Hermione wiped her brows and could feel her face flush. She bent down, smoothed out Tom's hair, and gently patted the snake around his neck.

"I'm," she breathed in, "I'm fine. I must be overexerting myself, nothing to worry over."

Tome cocked his head to the side and frowned. He then brought up his hand and smoothed it over her cheek where her glamour charm was casted. He was touching where the bruises still were from the man. He tucked his other hand just under her eye and brought it back, it was slightly wet. Hermione rubbed the same place and realized that she had been crying.

"You are still afraid." His voice was soft but she could tell his voice held confusion. Why are you still afraid?

Tom looked down and then back to her. He could tell it in her eyes. He didn't have to read her mind to know where her thoughts had been. He had been practicing legilimency and had gotten quite good at it if he must say so himself. Well, Tom couldn't have her be like this. This would ruin her teaching him and her mind would be off focus and he couldn't have that. He would have to fix this. Question was how.

"Those men cannot hurt you anymore." He said in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.

Hermione gave him a tight smile. "Yes," she said as she picked up the basket as they started to head inside.

"Sometimes the mere memory of such an incident is enough to bring the feelings back full force. It's something that will take time to go away."

Tom lightly huffed. "How much time?"

Hermione looked at him. Was he worried for her? He was just a child. He shouldn't have to worry over her. She was the adult.

"Don't worry Tom. Everything will be okay now."

He furrowed in brows together. "Of course it will, those men are gone," he agreed still confused on why she was still frightened about the incident.

Hermione stayed silent on the subject and they both were off to bed.

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