A/N: This chapter is going to be very gruesome and violent, but everything will get better in the next chapters, don't worry. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
The whole summary: "YOU KILLED HER! AFTER ALL THAT SHE DID!" he yelled. Her mind argued. I didn't kill her! It wasn't my fault! A misheard conversation can lead to deadly and ironically good outcomes. DHr
Hermione woke up to the sound of loud thumping on the staircase. Thump. Thump. She looked outside. The wind was howling as if in anger, heavy rain droplets crashed into her window, lightning and thunder boomed like they were in a war. It was the middle of the night as she listened to the things happening outside of her room.
She lay shivering in her new pajamas consisting of a tee shirt and shorts. It had been three months since she found out and every night since she had been home for the summer was the same. She quickly got up from her bed and hid in her closet, hoping the man she was so used to call father wouldn't find her.
The past year, she had found out about her real heritage from a conversation she "accidentally" heard between Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. When she was two, her real parents gave her to the Grangers in an effort to save Hermione from Voldemort's wrath. Now at age seventeen, the man who she had known most of her life ripped away everything remotely happy from her life.
She could hear his steps coming closer and closer to her room. Holding her breath, she remembered the night before and every other night in the past since she had been home. Finally, the steps stopped at the front of her door, and she heard the creaking noise of it opening. No, she thought, wringing her shirt tightly. God have mercy.
In between the cracks, she watched her drunken adoptive father frantically looking for her. He threw her things around her room leaving her trunk alone.
"Ready or not! Here I come!" he said in a deadly tone. Fear and pain etched its way into her heart.
"Please... Go away! Please go away!" she whispered over and over again rocking back and forth. He ceased throwing things around, looking towards her closet where she lay. Oh no. Help me please. Look away! Turn around! Go away! Her mind screamed in horror.
Her father stomped over to the closet door. She backed away from it trying to cover herself with her clothes, knowing in the back of her mind that she could still be easily seen. Her father opened the door and grabbed her by the neck.
"Peek-a-boo!" he whispered before he threw her against the wall. She collapsed onto the floor, crumpled into a ball as pain shot up her spine.
"What do you want with me?" she whispered, her eyes taking the look of a scared child.
"I don't want anything to do with you anymore! It's your entire fault she died! You and your stupid magic," he angrily responded before he began to choke her.
"LET ME GO!" she tried to plead, clawing at his hands as they squeezed her neck.
"Now tell me. Why would I do that?" he asked dangerously before gripping her neck harder. She began to make choking noises and as if a wandering god passed by, he let her go. She grasped her neck and breathed in deeply at she sat on the floor looking up at his horrible angered face.
"I didn't do anything. Stop it! Leave me alone!" she cried out. Tears beginning to flow freely down her cheeks.
"Oh, is the little whiney girl going to CRY? Let good 'ol DADDY help you there!"
"YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER! MY FATHER IS DEAD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs which she instantly regretted. Mr. Granger reached behind his back and pulled out what looked like a small black whip. Someone please help me! Someone! No! Her eyes widened in fear.
"Oh, I'm not your father, eh? Tell me! Who had gladly taken you into this home? Who paid the bills and bought you the food you eat?" he yelled at her. She cowered into the corner and did not answer him. "ANSWER ME DAMNIT!" He lashed out the whip and began to beat her with it, the lightning illuminating his evil, domineering face. She cried out in pain. It wasn't my fault! Bloody gashes formed on her body, crying rivers of red.
After he whipped her he began to punch her. Bruises and cuts formed one after another. She lay sprawled on the floor shivering. "I GET NO RESPECT FROM YOU DAMN PEOPLE!" he began to kick her. "WE TOOK YOU IN EVEN WHEN THEY DIDN'T WANT YOU!" he yelled, kicking harder each time. Lies! All lies! They wanted me! Her mind persuaded her. "AND WHAT DID WE GET IN RETURN!" She howled in pain as he brutally kicked her stomach. "YOU KILLED HER! AFTER ALL THAT SHE DID!" Her mind argued. I didn't kill her! It wasn't my fault!
Next, he brought out what looked like an extremely sharp kitchen knife. She got up and backed up into the wall trying to escape but to no avail. Her father was blocking the door.
"Stop it, please," she whispered in a small voice.
"Huh? What did you say? I'm sorry I didn't hear you! Speak louder!" he yelled again. He kicked her once again in the stomach and she doubled over in pain, as a fresh set of tear poured from her eyes. She kept her eyes closed as if she could erase everything happening. He bent down and held the knife at her neck. "OBEY YOUR FATHER!" he yelled viciously as he cut her shirt.
"I told you that you're not my father," she managed to squeak out.
"I SAID SPEAK LOUDER!" he yelled out in rage and he threw her against the opposite wall. Unfortunately, there was a wooden table and she hit the corner of it. She yelled out in pain and collapsed as a deep hole appeared and bled.
"I SAID YOU ARE NO FATHER OF MINE! YOU FILTHY ARSEHOLE!" she yelled in between cries.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?" he yelled. She winced.
"I SAID THAT YOU ARE NO FATHER OF MINE!" She yelled back at him. Her eyes widened even more as her father walked closer to her. She backed up but winced in more pain from her back.
10 minutes later
With a resounding thump, Hermione was once again thrown against the wall.
"That'll teach you a lesson you worthless piece of trash!" He spat at her and slammed the door behind him.
Hermione lay on the floor curled into a tight ball and shivered in pain. Her clothes were now cut into shreds, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she had to leave now before he came back again even angrier. She knew she looked like shit right now, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was getting out of there. She shakily got up, hastily changing clothes and putting her clothes into a duffel bag.
She decided to hide out; it didn't matter where as long as she was far away from that beast. She slung the bag on her bruised shoulder, wincing and falling at the sudden weight and pressure on the bruises. Using her bed to help stabilize herself, she walked over to her window, fully aware of the profusely bleeding hole in her back. She sat hunched over on her windowsill and looked at her room with saddened eyes before looking out at the sky, which grumbled and flashed with thunder and lightning.
She sighed and she slowly lowered herself onto the ground from her windowsill since it was quite high off the ground. She didn't see that a piece of sharp wood was pointing upwards, and cut her arm with it. She winced in more pain and dropped on the ground, falling from the drop. She clutched her arm to her chest and began walking towards who knows where; her duffel bag lagging her a bit.
Harry and Ron were in Romania visiting Charlie with the Weasley's so there was no chance in going over to the Burrow. The raindrops stung at her cuts as they hit her bare skin. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep at least some body heat to herself, stumbling from dizziness unaware of the fact that her shoes left muddy footprints with a line of blood following next to it. Another bolt of lightning appeared before her eyes, and struck a big tree. A very thick and large branch fell from the tree and nearly crushed Hermione. So much pain. She wished she died and be gone with it never having to worry about all the pain at this very moment.
Luckily the heaviest part of the tree did not fall on her, so she heaved the branch off her with much effort. As she tried to stand back up, she found she was too weak to do such a simple task. After a few attempts, she crawled over to the sidewalk and lay down, not caring if she would be found by a stranger in the morning. She sat, huddled in a fetal position, as she shivered against the constant beating of water hit her. Why aren't my real parents coming for me?
Flashback in form of a dream
"Hermione! How was school, dear?" Mrs. Granger asked as she drove her daughter home from King's Cross Station. She glanced at her daughter, who stared ahead with a blank look on her face. "Hermione?" she asked, worried at the lack of answer.
"Why didn't you tell me?" the brunette asked in a soft tone, pain evident in her voice.
"Tell you what, honey?" Mrs. Granger's heart dropped, knowing exactly what Hermione was asking her.
"Why didn't you tell me I was adopted?" she turned her eyes toward her adoptive mother, who glanced back at her shocked too see such dull eyes that had once been so happy.
"Hon-Hermione, your father- we, we didn't think it was best to tell you yet. We were going to tell you before, but-"
"But what? But I was too stupid to understand? But you didn't want to save me from all the harassment I received at school no matter how many times I've told you about the hell I've been going through because I was a 'mudblood'?" All the emotions she had been holding in, Hermione finally let loose.
"That's not it, Hermione! We- I didn't want to lose you! Not yet!" Mrs. Granger replied in a strained voice as tears began to fill in her eyes. "You don't understand!"
"No, I fully understand!" Hermione yelled. "You purposely wanted me to suffer being downgraded by my peers! You wanted me to live under the torment of others!"
"Hermione! Listen to me! That's not it!"
"If you didn't want to lose me, then why the bloody hell did you not tell me sooner!"
"Don't use that tone on me, young-"
"MUM! WATCH OUT!" Hermione interrupted as the last thing she heard was a loud screeching sound and a big crash.
A few days later, Hermione woke up in a hospital bed. What am I doing here? She sat up, immediately groaning at the sudden pain. She watched a nurse come in to the room.
"Oh! You're awake! Let me go tell the doctor!" Hermione winced as she touched her head. She couldn't think, it hurt too much and she was too tired. After waiting for a few moments, she saw the doctor come in and ask her questions.
"Doctor, what am I doing here? My head hurts too much to remember anything."
"Miss Granger, you and your mother were in a terrifying car accident a few days ago. The other driver is apparently being accused of a DUI and possible manslaughter."
"Manslaughter? What do you mean? I'm not dead-" Hermione stopped in mid sentence. "Where's my mum? Where is she! Is she okay?" She began to fling the sheets off her and ignoring the protests of the doctor, she stood up, only to find herself getting dizzy and holding onto a nearby table.
"You really need your rest. Your mother, unfortunately, is in severe condition. You were too, but for some reason, you seem to have recuperated from such a severe injury. I am sorry to say, however, that your mother will not be able to make it. Her body has not been able to recover itself. It's almost as if she's given up hope to live." The doctor ran a hand through his graying hair, suddenly looking too old and worn for his age.
"You're lying! She's okay! She'll be okay!" Hermione screamed.
"Please, Miss Granger! Calm down!"
"No! Please, take me to her! I need to see her!" The doctor sighed and nodded, as he guided her to another room, holding onto her arm just in case she got another dizzy spell. Hermione's eyes widened as she caught sight of all the wires and tubes around her adoptive mother.
"Mum!" she yelled, running to the deathly pale woman's side. Her eyes began to quench as she felt the onslaught of tears come. "Mum!" she yelled, crying into the woman's arm. As if it were a miracle, she felt movement from her mother. Hermione's eyes widened as she saw her slowly open her eyes.
"Hermione," she wheezed out softly, caressing the younger woman's hand. Outside, Mr. Granger walked up to his wife's hospital door with a bouquet of red roses, Mrs. Granger's favorite, in his hands. He was thoroughly crushed and upset with what happened, crying himself to sleep at night as his heart broke. Hearing his wife's soft voice and wondering who she was talking to, he stopped outside, listening to the conversation.
"Mum, I'm so sorry! It's my fault! It's entirely my fault!" Hermione screamed as tears flowed even faster down her cheeks. Mrs. Granger slightly moved her head side to side.
"No, honey, it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault. You just wanted to know the truth." Her eyes flicked to the door where the outline of her husband stood, listening to the conversation.
"But mum! If I hadn't been yelling at you- if I had just waited until we got home-" His hands immediately dropped the bouquet of flowers, anger coursing through his veins as he stomped out the doors of the hospital, one thought racing through his mind. That worthless bitch.
"Honey, it was meant to happen. It is God's will for me to pass on." Using all the strength she had, her mother caressed Hermione's face. "Honey, I love you, even if you aren't my biological child. I will always love and protect you. Please understand that."
"I understand! I understand! Please don't go!" Hermione desperately cried out.
"Hermione, please, when I go-"
"Mum! Please! I need you!"
"Honey, listen to me." Hearing the urgency in her voice, Hermione's pleas reduced to sniffles. "Whatever happens, always remember that it was never your fault. No matter what happens, I will always be watching over you. Always have hope even if you can't see me. Have faith."
"But I will see you! You'll survive! I know it! Please believe that you will!"
"Honey, I'm s-" her mother's head tilted to the side as the beeping of the monitor turned to a single, continuous tune.
"NO!" Hermione screamed clutching her heart as she fell into a clump on the floor as doctors rushed in. Her heart felt like it broke into a million pieces.
A nurse brought her back to her hospital bed. She never knew her adoptive father listened to their conversation, but when she returned from the hospital a few days later, she finally realized that her perfect life was no longer perfect.
End of dream flashback and Chapter 1
IMPORTANT A/N: So, I hope you guys thoroughly enjoyed this version better, seeing as how a certain "constructive criticizer" had pointed out many of my story's flaws. After rethinking a lot of things, I like this version better than the last, but if you still wish to have the other version, please say so in the review and I would be more than happy to put that as another story. I'm in need of proofreaders as well since I don't know if my old ones are willing to do the job for me again.