The Mudblood

Chapter Four (Edited)

After our talk with Hagrid, we learnt that we needed information on Nicolas Flamel.

"I have to go home for Christmas break" I tell Harry and Ron. They told me they were staying for a while.

"Try to find information on Nicolas Flamel" Harry calls, as I board the train.

I sit in an empty compartment, and I lock the door. No one can see my panic attack. I don't want to go home!

I silence the compartment and weep. My sobs rip through the air like paper. Even though the window is closed, the cold of winter still seeps through.

What if something happens? All of my previous bruises have gone away, what if the new ones appear? People might notice when I get back! They'll all leave me!

My sobs begin to stop my airflow, and I am gasping for air. I am clawing at my throat, hoping that I can get just one breath into my lunges.

The door is thrown open, and Draco stands there, looking bewildered and confused. His face turns to concern when he sees me. Before I can say anything, he runs to my side and comforts me.

"Hey, shhh, it's ok" he calms but I still can't breathe.

"I-I'm f-f-fine" I lie.

"Anapneo" he spells and I gasp for air.

"Thanks" I look down at the floor, still shaking.

"What's wrong, you were so happy to be leaving. Well, you looked happy" he mutters the last part and I start to claw at my wrist.

"N-nothing, I just had a flashback" I fib, but he seems to like the answer. Draco continues to soothe me until I fall asleep in his arms.

Blood. The glass shatters across the floor and he yells at me. He hates me so much! I fall to the ground and he gives me a murderous look. The one he always gives me, before he hurts me. I can't move, as he walks towards me with a smirk. Slowly, he pulls a knife from behind his back. Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it's the fear, but I jumped up and ran to my room. The door didn't last for three minutes. A hundred and eighty-nine seconds to be exact. He grabbed my arm and drove the knife through, slowly. My father looked me in the eyes as the knife dug through my skin. I scream for help but my mum just sits on the couch, like she always does. He smirks and pulls the knife to my stomach-

"Hermione" Draco shakes me awake. I look at him in fear and jump away. He might know. What if he knows?

"G-go away" I, nearly, scream.

"Who, hurts you" he asks, his face holds nothing but seriousness.

"N-no one, it was just a nightmare. Sometimes, I see glimpses of future events. I wasn't able to see who harmed me" I inform. It's true, that nightmare didn't happen.

"I'll keep you safe, you'll be safe at home. I will make sure you're safe at school, no one will hurt you" he reassures. I fake smile and nod. It will happen, at the place he least expects...

"Well, time to go! Bye, Draco, have a Merry Christmas" I wave and run all the way home. If I get there before they get home, I can be in my room.

I wasn't so lucky, my father stood on the porch. He had a bottle of alcohol in his hand, I could smell it from the driveway. When he saw me, a smirk came to his face.

"Ah, Hermione dear" his smirk grows when I flinch.

"M-may I go in" I ask, gaining more confidence.

"Yes, your mother is not home. She will be here in five or ten minutes. Then, we will begin" he grins mischievously. He never waits for mum...

I sit on the couch, and await my mother's arrival. She gets here in exactly three hundred eighteen seconds. My father walks in with her.