Blood

False Memories

Upon our arrival at the Dursleys, Harry and I are greeted by Dudley and his friend Piers- both of whom are standing in the driveway waiting for Harry's return. "Where are you going, Slag?" Piers steps in front of me and sneers. My vision goes blurry and suddenly I'm reliving a very vivid memory of some sort...

..."Where are you going, Slag?" Piers stands before me, the grin on his face animalistic. "Leave me alone." I snap, attempting to shove past him, to no avail. Grabbing my shoulders he slams me into the wall outside of Dudley's room. "I don't think so, you've been tempting me for far too long." He growls, grabbing my by my waist and shoving me into my cousins room- slamming the door behind him. "Let me go... HARRY!" I scream, as he shoves me backwards into Dudley's bed. "No use in screaming, Love, nobody's here to hear you." He punches me in the face and tears open the buttons of my blouse before I finally manage to kick him off and leap off the bed, prying Dudley's door open and running clear out of the house. I run until I reach the house of one of Harry's friends, Dean Thomas. I don't bother knocking as I throw open their front door and shout for help. In a flash Dean and Lee are standing before me, taking in my appearance with wide eyes. "Hermione?! Lee, go floo Wood, Now!"...

"Don't worry about it, Polkiss." I snap, grabbing tightly onto Harry's arm. "Don't tell me you're moving back in, Germy, you and your boyfriend breakup already?" Dudley teases, stepping towards Harry and I threateningly. "Harry, go get your things, you're staying with me from now on." I snap, glaring at my cousin and his demented friend. Harry turns to me with wide eyes before rushing into the house to collect his things, Dudley rushing after him to tell his Mum and Dad the news... Leaving me alone with the Demon. "Come here, Love." He demands, taking a dangerous step towards me. "Fuck off, Polkiss." I hiss, stepping backwards away from him. "Shut the fuck up and come here." He growls, reaching out to grab me...

"Hey! Leave her alone!"

A familiar voice shouts from behind me and the next thing I know the muscular form of Dean Thomas is slamming into Piers, knocking both of them to the ground. "You okay, Mione?" Lee asks from beside me as the two of us watch Dean slam his fist into Piers face repeatedly, having gathered that this was my attacker from a week or so ago. "I'm fine." I manage weakly as Dudley and Harry come rushing out the front door at the sound of a fight, my Aunt and Uncle not far behind them. Dudley roars in rage and moves to make a grab at Dean but is stopped when Lee shoves his wand roughly into the fat of Dudley's neck. "You may not care if your cousin's get hurt, but if you touch mine you'll regret it immediately." Lee growls, stepping into my cousins personal space with a snarl.

"What happened, Mione?" Harry asks, rushing to my side. "It doesn't matter." I say, watching Lee's face contort with rage when he realizes I didn't tell Harry. "What happened is she was left alone with that predator and Dean got ahold of him before I could." Lee snaps, his eyes still narrowed on Dudley. "Your cousin attacked my friend for absolutely no reason at all." Dudley grits through clenched teeth, still not making a move to try anything because he knows the danger that is a wand when pointed at you. "Your friend over there, tried to rape your cousin about two weeks ago and she turned up at my Aunts house with a bloody nose and a torn shirt... So Dean has plenty of reason for beating the bloody hell out of him. He's lucky I didn't get to him first."

My Aunt gasps loudly and my Uncle makes a sort of choking noise at the harsh truth from Lee, Dudley looks as if he'd been hit with a full bodybind... But Harry? Harry looks properly pissed. "Dean, budge over would you?" Harry's growls, tapping his friend on the shoulder. Dean obliges and rolls off the bloody mess of a boy on the ground, a satisfied smirk on his face when he takes in the sight of his victims face. Harry looks down at Piers and draws his leg back, kicking the already beaten boy in the ribs as hard as he can. Piers groans and rolls over onto his side, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "I dare you to ever try and touch her again, Polkiss, infact I dare you to even think about her... Because next time? It won't be Dean that gets ahold of you first, and trust me when I say Dean went easy on you compared to what I'd have done to you if I'd known."

When Harry steps away from Piers, Lee steps forward and yanks the shaking boy off the ground. His hand closing tightly around Piers neck. "I'm going to tell you this only once, so listen closely. You're going to go home, and you're going to stay there until after September 1st. If Dean and I catch you out about the neighborhood, then it'll be my turn to wreck your ugly little face." Chosing those as his parting words, Lee slings Piers to the ground before walking to heal Dean's split knuckles. "Can you two take Harry's things and floo them to Keepers Post? I need to have a word with our Aunt and Uncle before we leave."

Lee and Dean nod their heads at me and pick up Harry's trunk and Hedwigs cage before heading back towards Dean's house. "Hermione..." My Aunt starts, promoting an animalistic growl to rip from my brothers throat. "Shut the fuck up." He snaps, shaking with rage. "Don't you talk to your Aunt that way, Boy." Uncle Vernon snaps angrily, doing the one thing he should know not to do by now. Never tickle a sleeping dragon.  "NO! He'll talk to the two of you however the bloody fuck he wants! You've made our lives hell for the past sixteen years and I'm fucking done with it... I'm taking Harry with me, and I dare either of you to try and argue with me. He'll be at Hogwarts in less than a month, and after he's gone nothing is stopping me from blowing this bloody house off the map." My Uncles eyes widen at my outburst but he, smartly, keeps his fucking mouth shut.

"Harry is no longer your problem, we've got more than enough room for him in Scotland." My voice is icy as I grab Harry's hand and drag him down the street, the two of us whispering to each other in hushed tones as we head towards Deans. "Hermione, what exactly did that ritual do?" Harry asks, looking as though he needs to be sick. "My guess? Altered the timeline... All the memories from this life are here, just not completely. For an excellent example, I have hardly any clue who my bloody boyfriend is." Harry's eyes widen and he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "That's bloody fantastic, we could end up at the Malfoys for all you know." I groan in distaste before I remember something I'd heard in the flashback earlier... "No, Not Malfoy at all." I mutter with flushed cheeks, luckily Harry didn't hear me.