Disclaimer: I don't (though I wish!) own Harry Potter and characters! JK Rowling does! The songs that might enter this fic don't belong to me! They would belong to the song artist! I only own the plot and the names of Hermione's parents and the other characters that you don't see in the books!
Ships in the fic: Harry/Hermione, possibly Draco/Ginny and Ron/Luna
The story will be in the authors POV and Hermione's POV.
Hermione Granger's pain
Chapter 2: They Don't Know Me!!
"HERMIONE!" Roared a voice from downstairs I dreaded to hear. Trying not to show any fear, I yelled back, "Yeah, dad?"
"GET DOWN HERE! AND BRING JASON WITH YOU!" her father, Ashley, shouted again.
Shaking, I went into my crying baby brother's room, picked him up out of his crib and soothed him whilst walking shakily downstairs to my father. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I stopped shaking, remembering what my father would do to me if I showed any fear in the smallest way possible. I concentrated on playing with Jason as I walked into the kitchen to see what my father and his stupid friends wanted.
When I was in the kitchen, I saw my mother, Leah, Nicola and Britney in the back garden, playing. I drew a sigh of relief, knowing Jason and I weren't alone with this imbecile.
"Why were you trying to kill yourself?!?!" my father screamed at me, making Jason cry again. My first intention was to run, with Jason of course, out the house like hell. But I knew the abuser I used to call 'daddy' would catch up with us and most likely kill us.
I knew what I had to do. I had to ask my mum if she could take me to King's Cross Station. Then, if she says that she will, I'll sneak Jason out with me, with all of his things in my trunk with mine, and I'll take him to Hogwarts with me. Of course, I'll have to tell her. I don't want her to worry and think that Jason's dead when he won't be, do I!
"Well?!" my dad asked again.
'Because of you!' was what I wanted to say, but I knew I'd probably get slapped or something, possibly even more than just the abusive things he does to me anyway. Instead, I just said, "I can't remember me doing that, dad."
Suddenly, as I'd stopped talking, a shuddering blast came from the living-room. Thinking it must have been Harry and Ron coming to take me back to the Burrow or possibly Grimmauld Place, where Sirius lived, I ran in the room and I was greeted by what I'd wished and hoped for that moment.
There stood, covered in soot, dirt and dust, were Harry and Ron.
I ran and hugged Ron tight, though being careful as not to squash my brother. I then released him and hugged Harry as I did with Ron.
"Hey 'Mione." Harry said and kissed me on the cheek.
My heart fluttered at the nickname he'd given me, just then.
"Hey Harry." I said back. "Harry, could you look after my little brother for a bit? I need to do a few things" I asked.
"Yeah, sure." Harry replied and took Jason from my arm and I bounced outside to tell my mum.
"Mum, Harry and Ron are here. I'm going to take Jason with me as well." I told her.
"Ok dear, all his things are in his room. I'll get his bottles and pacifier in the sterilizer and bring them to you ok." she said and watched me bound away to my room.
Once I was in my room, I got all my extra things I might need and pulled my trunk into Jason's room, got all of his things, like teddy bears, story books, his little portable cot etc., into my trunk and pulled it down stairs and met up with Harry, Ron, Jason and my mum in the living-room. Harry holding Jason, Ron holding the sterilizer, my mum holding my sisters and me holding my trunk.
"Are we ready?" Ron asked.
Harry and I nodded and I kissed my mum and my sisters good bye and stood in the fire place.
"We are we headed Ron?" I asked.
"Grimmauld Place." Ron answered.
I nodded, took a bit of Floo Powder from the little sack Harry was holding, dropped it into the ashes in the fireplace while shouting, "GRIMMAULD PLACE!" and flames erupted around me, transporting me to Grimmauld Place. Harry and Ron following.
Mrs Weasley came over to me and hugged me tighter than before and whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad you've come away from that hell hole! Your father can't keep doing this to you."
How the hell did she find out? I wondered.
She let go of me and I walked upstairs with Harry and Ron to where Harry's room was.
"How was your summer?" I asked Harry.
"Same as all the other summers with the Dursleys. Torture." Harry stated. "How about you, 'Mione?"
I don't know why, but my heart fluttered for the second time. But then I realized that…
They don't know me. They don't want to know the torture I've been through. I could easily lie to them, say everything was fine. But Harry would find out eventually. But still…
They Don't Know Me.