A New Beginning[On Hold]

Chapter 15

Hermione's POV:

Ron had ruined any hope of Draco accepting me.

Now, every inch of my body will be covered in scars.

My arms.

My stomach.

My back.

My legs.

Even my feet.

If he thought the scars before were bad, they are so much worse now.

I'm sitting on the straw pallet while Ron is asleep.

I can't sleep.

The pain and worry are too much.

I had already tried the door.

It was locked from the outside.

I was desperate for escape, but it seemed impossible.

The wooden floor was stained with my blood.

The clothing that had once been one of my everyday outfits should never be worn again.

The bloodstains are too large, too dark.

Already, the pallet beneath me is soaked with my blood.

My body won't stop bleeding.

I feel faint from loss of blood.

I lay down on the pallet, only to feel the blood seep through my hair and touch my scalp, warm and wet.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

Ron's wand.

He slept with it in his hand.

I didn't know how to get it out, though.

He would surely notice.

Then I remembered the knife.

He had left it laying on the floor.

I shakily stood up.

What would happen if he caught me?

I shook it all off.

This is my only chance of escape.

I bent down to pick up the knife.

It was crusty with dried brown blood.

I knew that it was mine.

I stood up, trying to be quiet.

As I stood, Ron shifted.

I froze.

However, the repositioning was for the best.

Now, the hand that was holding the wand was hanging over the bed.

I quickly but quietly made my way over.

When I got there, Ron's hand went limp.

The wand slipped from his hand.

I grabbed it as it was centimeters from the floor.

I decided to keep the knife with me.

I closed it.

It squeaked, but Ron didn't stir.

I carefully placed it in my pocket.

I walked over to the door.

"Alohomora." I whispered.

The door unlocked with a click.

It seemed to be like a firework, but once again, Ron didn't stir.

I looked around for any of my belongings, but I had everything I needed.

I stepped outside the door for the first time in days.

I quickly and quietly made my way down the stairs.

I got down to the entrance and looked at the clock on the wall.

It was almost 2:00 a.m.

The room was dark, with no one there.

I opened the door to the house, and stole away into the night.

Yay!

She escaped!

How is she going to get home?

Good question.

Well, I hope that you like the end of this update.

Lots of love and Potter vibes, Vanessa