I dont own anythig no matter how much i wish i did
Warning this chapter includs mentions of Rape , Miscarrage and child abuse as well as paedophile
June 9th 1982
Living on the streets was hard but I don't regret my decision to leave if I had not I would have been raped again and so would have Hermione and I could never let anything happen to her, she was my daughter in all, but blood and I loved her. I knew she cared about me in her own special way and I knew that she would probably never be able to feel proper emotions most do but when she looked at me with those big brown doe eyes I knew she cared for me loved me even, she just didn't know how to articulate it.
The first thing we did after leaving the orphanage was walk, we walked so far and for so long that the chances of anyone knowing us or the reverend being able to find us or more importantly Hermione, he was obsessed with her when they left, was one in a million. We stopped when we reached the large city of London. Here we would just be more run away. We were lucky that we had made a run from the orphanage at the beginning of what appeared to be a warm summer other wise we would have had to use the emergency money sooner than we intended to
It did not take long for us to find other people with just like us were living ruff on the streets and it didn't take us long to fall in with a gang. I didn't really care if me and Hermione were safe, and I knew that Jess felt the same about her and Libby.
When I woke up a month later laying in an empty warehouse with about thirteen other run aways two of them her best friend Jess and her three-year-old daughter Libby and there was Hunter in the centre of the warehouse on the only cot. Hunter was in his early twenty's and was the leader of there little gang, he had lived on the streets from the age of eight when his abusive mother chucked him out and he never went back. He had long dark red hair that felt to his shoulders. His eyes were molten silver and had the sort of look in them that one could only see when they had seen and done too much. Despite being homeless he had perfectly straight, brilliant white teeth stating that if he did not keep them clean then his grandparents that had been dentist would beat the crap out of him, if they were alive.
When we had first arrived in London we had been tired, and our feet ached from walking too much when we thought we found a dark empty door way we collapsed in it only to land on Hunter himself. He was seconds away from pulling out his hunting knife and stabbing us with it thinking we were going to steal from him or where just trying to assault him. He stopped short when he looked in to Hermione's eyes as she looked from him where she was snuggled in to my embrace. He must have seen something because two seconds later he was telling us to follow him and that was how we ended in the warehouse. He had warmed up to Hermione immediately and to my shock the little girl went willingly to his embrace as a fire lit with blue flames in a near trash can, the other run aways looking astonished at the fire before gathering around it feeling its comforting warmth.
It was hard sometimes to see Hermione have such strong magic when I had none. At first, I briefly wondered if she was a muggleborns or a Mudblood as my farther would have said and if she was who did she steal her magic from was there another girl out there that won't be able to go to Hogwarts that will be kicked out of their family home and nearly killed just because she had their power. But soon as the idea entered my mind I dismissed it, it was impossible for someone to steal magic and to think that an infant could do it is point black hilarious. It was hard at first when I was kicked out and I find myself staring in to Hermione's curly unruly hair as the memories comes forth
Flash back
Three years later
I sat at the large mahogany wooden table on my eleventh birthday. I was so excited I was going to be able to go to Hogwarts and finally show my farther that having me as a daughter did not make him a failure, that I could make the Nott family proud. My mother was sat across from me my new baby brother cradled in her arms his brown hair escaping his tiny blue hat. My mother was a beautiful woman her blond locks that I had inherited flowed down her back. She had kind, warm blue eyes that were always there when my farther lost control and nearly killed her. She wished she got her mothers kind warm blue eyes but instead she had her fathers and had deep brown.
When I was born my father was furious with my mother for birthing him a girl something he could only use as breeding stock for an alliance with a powerful family. And he was mad at her for being born in the first place. Ever since my mother had suffered seven miscarries as my farther continued to rape her, I was not foolish to think that my parents loved each other. She was his war prize for helping the dark lord and to him that made her property. He had grown to resent me every day for not being a boy and only stopped hitting my mother and me when the healers told her that she was two months pregnant and this time it was a boy. It was then I realised I was not good enough for him and never would because I was not born with a cock dangling between my groin.
But I could go to Hogwarts and be the prove to him that I was not weak or push over. The breakfast was finishing and when no owl came she felt bile rise in my throat as my father's smile morphed in to one of pure loathing, hatred and satisfaction. I ran from the table, but he was not far behind me and I could feel him shooting spells at me and I knew I had leave if I wanted to live when a bright green killing curse whirled above my shoulder.
"Dippy" I yell as I run in to my bed chambers. A small house appears wearing an old pillow case with the Rosier house embalm, she was a gift at my birth from my paternal grandfather.
"mistress" the small creature squeak
"you have to get me out of here he is going to kill me" I plead grabbing a small pouch of gallons from the bedside table. The creature nods and seconds later I was stood outside a small church and the elf is gone, being called back from the master of the house and I felt sadness knowing that the creature is more than likely going to meet its death so that I could live.
I knock on the door of the church preying someone will be there so that I can get out of the raining cold streets. And I am relieved when a man in his late forties answers I tell him that I was kicked out that I am no longer welcome at home. He takes me in letting me live in the orphanage and the kindness that he shows me makes me think that my father was wrong about muggles there not filthy barbarians who don't know how to do anything without magic.
That was four years ago, and I now know that the priest that I thought was so nice was a true monster even more so then my farther. Because it was long after I first arrived that I was asked to his office where he violated me like he did every girl that caught his eye at the orphanage. I was ready to run the day I found Hermione, I had made friends with some of the kinds that lived on the streets and they said that they were going to head to London and I could come with them. But then I found Hermione and I couldn't leave from the second I held her I could feel that she was special, and I also felt extreme protectiveness and possessiveness over her. Knowing that the streets are no place for a child I stayed. A few weeks later I saw Hermione using magic and it hurt knowing that I would never be able to do so. But then I felt pride knowing that she was going to be a powerful witch and she was going to knock all those purebloods arse holes to the ground where they will no doubt think is her rightful place as a muggleborns witch. But I am going to raise her right. Teach her the same etiquette lessons my mother taught me so when she goes to Hogwarts she will be able to keep up with the snobby purebloods so that they will never look down on her like they do me because of my lack of magic.
I feel Hermione shift and look down at her. And smile softy when she opens her large doe brown eyes and for the millionth time I thank the founders that I was the one to find her. Because without I cannot imagine my life without her and I really don't think I want to.
In the corner of my eye I see Hunter stretch up on the cot and sit up. If Hunter was awake it meant that the others were not far behind. Whist on the streets there is a few things that you can do to earn money. If you're a girl, you can sell yourself as most of the girls do in the warehouse. The oldest is Kimmy, she is seventeen and has been on the streets from the age of thirteen and selling herself from the age of fourteen she wears short plaid school skirts with a tight white t-shit along with fishnet stockings and army boots. She provides the fantasy of a school girls and with her large blue eyes and long blond hair she is popular with Johns. The second oldest is Beth who is sixteen she has been on the street from the age of nine and selling herself from the age of twelve, she is petit but had a large chest and wears skimpy skirts to show of cleavage along with some denim shorts that have seen better days and high heeled boots. There is then Kailey you goes by Ki she is fourteen and has been selling herself from the age of twelve and ran away at the age of six and like Kimmy goes for the school girl look, her twin sister Poppy known as Pop dresses in a second had cheerleader uniform she stole from a second hand shop. There are some girls that don't but there all under the age of twelve and I think it is some sort of rule that you must be at least twelve to start working the street.
Another way to make money on the street is to run drugs for one of the local dealers but that always involved getting involved in a gang and Hunter told me that to do this would mean a death senses by the opposing gang or a prison sentence if you get caught by the police, so I know I am not going to get involve in that because if anything happens to me there would be only Jess who could take care of Hermione and she had enough on her plate with her own daughter.
The final way to earn money is to steal it, which is what Hunter has been teaching Me, Jess and the kids. He said it would be better for the kids to do it stating that the person you rob is less likely to ring the police if they think it is a child and I could always pretend to scold Hermione if she got caught. Whist stealing from them and we would be far away before they figure out they have been had. Hermione caught on to it straight away and I have a sneaking suspicion that she is using some form of magic to help her. Libby just gets confused to what we are doing, and Jess complains loudly making the rest of the inhabitants of the warehouse dislike her.
"Hey there cupcake, Abs" I look up to see that Hunter is looking down at us holding his arms out for Hermione
"Hey Hunter" I reply at the same time Hermione says "morning" in her cute sleepy three-year old voice. Hunter swoops down and grabs Hermione from my arms throwing her in the air and catching her making her squeal with joy. And I must stamp down the flair of jealously that rises as I see Hunter walk over to the others with Hemione or as she is know as Mi or to Hunter Cupcake. Because I know its irrational because she loves me and ive always been there for her. She would not abandon me.
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