Your Guardian Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. Only Lucas.
Chapter 1: Broken Wing
She loved him like he was
The last man on earth
Gave him everything she ever had
He'd break her spirit down
Then come loving up to her
Give a little, then take it back
She'd tell him about her dreams
He'd just shoot 'em down
Lord he loved to make her cry
"you're crazy for believin'
You'll ever leave the ground
He said. "Only angel know how to fly"
And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
She carries her dreams
Man you ought to see her fly
It was happening again. He was beating her. Hitting her anywhere that he could, his goal was to turn her black and blue. The bruises were as dark as the night sky without the moon or stars.
It had started happening a couple months ago. Lucas would come home from work, eat his dinner then indulge in firewhiskey. He would drink enough to get him so drunk that he remembers none of what happens in the night.
Hermione feared the nights. She feared the moment that he would come home every night. She was never sure how bad the beatings would be that night. She took it all in stride though. Every night he would beat her. Causing ribs, arms and legs to break or bruise.
After he was done and passed out from to much drink and such a hard day at work she would pick her beaten body and go to the bathroom where she proceeded to heal the broken bones and heal as many bruises as she could. What she couldn't heal she concealed.
You would think that being who she was she would have left that relationship when the beating started, but no, she was afraid because she tired to leave once before and he found out.
That night was one she never wanted to relive again.
She planned on leaving before he got home. She didn't want any confrontation. All she planned to do was leave and getting her head in order. She packed a few bags and already made arrangements to stay with her parents for a few weeks.
Her plans went to hell when he came walking through the door earlier then normal.
"Where do you think that you are going?" He asked.
"I am going to go stay with my parents for a few weeks." Hermione said.
"When did you decide this?" He asked.
"I decided the other night because I haven't seen my parents in a while." Hermione told him.
She was just heading to the door when she felt him yank her back by her hair. She went flying and hit the floor with a loud thud.
Hermione looked up at him in shock. Apparently that look gave him more reason to hit her again.
His fist landed in the center of her face breaking her nose.
Blood went everywhere. After the hit to the nose he just kept going and hit her in the stomach repeatedly. Then he grabbed her arm and bent it backwards hard enough to snap it.
"That will make you think twice before trying to leave me again do you understand?" He asked.
"Yes." Hermione cried.
"I am all you have. No one could ever love you. I don't even love you. I just keep you around because I would hate to see you out there all alone forever. Your friends don't even come to see you anymore. No one care about you." He yelled.
He walked away from her to go take a shower. He didn't like having blood on his hands.
Hermione sat there crying for a while then picked herself up off the ground and went to the bathroom. She made sure that he wasn't in there before going in to clean herself up.
It took her at least a week to recover from that day. It wasn't the physical abuse that took so long to recover from. It was what he said. It became apparent that no one else cared. They never came over or owled her anymore. She realized that she didn't get much time talking to her parents anymore either. They never called at all and when she called them they were always busy or wanted to know how Lucas was doing.
She didn't know what to do anymore. She felt so lost and needed to find herself.
As Hermione sat there cooking dinner she contemplated her life after Hogwarts. She started work at an office as a secretary at the Ministry of Magic and enjoyed her work. Three months after she had been working there she was promoted. She had her own office, but she gave it all up for Lucas.
They had met at the Ministry. She had just gone on break when they ran into each other. He was an Auror.
They hit it off from hello and started dating. They moved in with each other after three months of dating.
Harry, Ginny and Ron at first weren't sure about him. Then they got to now him and loved him. The group of them were always going to Qudditch games. Her parents were always inviting them to come over for dinner. Everyone loved him and so did she.
She thought that he was the one and that they would be happy and get married. Then he started drinking. At first he was just always moody while he drank then he started yelling obstinacies at her. After a month of all of that, the abuse started.
Hermione took the beatings every night and would heal all the wounds herself. She would just go on with her life like nothing ever happened.
Around six Lucas came walking in. He had a scowl on his face which meant that he didn't have a good day at work. Tonight was going to be bad. He was already drinking with dinner.
She was in for one hell of a night.
When Lucas finished eating she started cleaning up. Just as she grabbed his plate to take it to the kitchen he hit her square in the jaw. It proceeded from there and just kept getting worse. By the time he was finished abusing her she had two black eyes, swollen lip, broken finger and a fractured foot.
While she was in the bathroom cleaning up she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't understand how things could have gotten so bad. She couldn't do this anymore, but she couldn't just get up and leave. She tried that once before. It didn't end well. There was only one way out but she didn't know if she could take that route.
Hermione then looked at herself again. This was no way to live. There was only one way to get out of here without him trying to come find her.
She started making the plans in her head. She was just going to act as if nothing was going to change.
Hermione was going to get up like she always did every morning and make breakfast for Lucas. Then get dressed and go see her friends. She wanted to see them one last time. She planned on having lunch with Ron, Harry and Ginny. Then after that she was going to go see her parents.
After that was done she was going to go through with it.
Hermione had forgotten how much fun she had with her friends. Even though they didn't include her much these days they still made her laugh. She hoped they all would have a happy life. They wouldn't even know she was gone.
They hadn't seemed to mind that she was never around anymore. So nothing would change for them. They only wanted her around when they needed help. Still to this day, even after they had left Hogwarts.
When she got to her parents house they weren't there. She told them that she was going to be coming by but they didn't seem to remember. She left them a note saying that she loved them.
They would not know what had happened until after it was all over.
As she walked past the park she noticed the happy couples with their families. That's all she ever wanted now she wouldn't have that. No matter what she was never going to have that.
Hermione had found the place she was going to do it. She wanted to make sure someone found her. She had taken Lucas knife that his father gave him.
Hermione took the elevator to the very top then took the access stairs to the roof. She looked at the view. How she would miss the beautiful site of London, especially Wizarding London.
She took the knife out of her pocket and was just putting it to her wrist when she heard the door open and someone whisper.
"Granger?" He said.
Lucas came walking in the door looking forward to good warm home cooked meal. Usually when he came through the door the delicious odor of food would hit his nose, but not tonight. There was nothing, no smell or noise indicating that dinner was being prepared.
He went walking to the kitchen but found it empty. Then he proceeded to the bedroom.
"Hermione where in the bloody hell are you and why isn't dinner ready?" He bellowed.
He walked into their room and saw the open window and the curtain blowing in the wind. Then he looked to the bed and saw a piece of paper. It was a note from Hermione.
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