My Story

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There had been something curiously familiar about the woman sitting in the darkest corner of the pub ever since she first arrived. He figured she was in her mid to late four-ties but knew she couldn’t be that old she just seemed so familiar. She was drinking an apple martini and looked like the saddest woman ever to grace the earth. He sat beside her and ordered a drink before turning to her. "I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve known you somewhere" he asked.


She smiled and lit a cigarette and took a long drag before letting the smoke leave her mouth slowly and steadily. “ I suppose I should start from the bloody beginning...my wedding was small and elegant and I was tremendously happy, and I had a happy marriage for quite a bit of time about three years I’d say, except one day my dear husband came home I could tell by the evil glinting in his eyes that something within him had snapped, it was never there before not even when he’d be angry. That night...I was brutally beaten then raped and sodomized.”

She took a drag of her cigarette and let the grey smoke escape from her nose. “ Not long after that incident I found out I was pregnant. I remember laughing and crying at the same time and saying bloody hell quite a bit. A streak of fear so big struck me so suddenly I thought my knees might give out and send me crashing to the ground because I kept thinking about bringing a child who had been the product of rape into a world I could barely tolerate, a baby would surely never survive it.” she paused to flick her ashes into the black onyx ashtray resting on the bar before pulling her legs underneath herself where she sat on one of the stools.

“I told my husband about my pregnancy, he gave me the dirtiest look I had ever seen in my life and then he skulked into the living room. The abuse stopped for about a year just long enough for me to have the baby which we gave him his father’s first name and Michael for his middle name and so my husband waited for my body to recover from the birthing process then the raping and the beating started up again. And poor sweet little Michael was growing up witnessing it all, he grew up so fast that first year. Often I would have to crawl with everything I had left to reach his bassinet. It hurt to feed him, my chest would be so black and blue it looked like I had a giant ink blot tattoo, but I had to feed him. Then I found out I was pregnant again, but a swift punch to the stomach ended it” She stopped and stared out the pub window her head supported with the same hand that was currently holding her cigarette. Wiping a stray tear from her cheek she continued.


“Michael was and always will be beautiful in my eyes he looks quite a bit like me, but there’s some of his father mixed in as well, but nothing Michael ever did was ever good enough for his father, the poor little guy couldn’t even play in the mud without getting a lecture on the correct way of going about it. I tried my best to keep his wrath away from our son, anything I could do I would do it. Michael’s pain hurt me worse than my own.” She stopped to put out her cigarette and took a sip of her martini.

“ The first time my husband hit Michael and that mix of crying and screaming that only a small child can manage rang through the air I tore into my husband, before he knocked me unconscious I noticed he was bleeding badly. I was in for it later I knew, but I didn’t care call it maternal instincts I guess.” she took another drink.

"The years went by in a blur and before I knew it Michael was headed to Hogwarts and I was headed to a two bedroom flat in London. I filed for divorce and for the first time in my life since my marriage went sour I could breathe freely and do as I pleased." She paused and smiled.

“Every now and then I would see him out the corner of my eye glaring at me when I’d be out shopping or having lunch with a friend. I knew he would never hurt me in public, he didn’t believe in making his...issues publicly known. He was so private all the time...and I loved him once.” She wiped away a tear that was sliding down her right cheek and lit a cigarette.

“Why, I mean why did you put up with it for so long?” He asked.
“What the bloody hell do you want from me? Do you want to know that I was eighteen when I got married, twenty when I had my baby, and now I’m thirty-seven and I look like a bloody sagging old cow because of some sadistic, black-eyed, death eater bastard getting off on beating and raping his young wife or are you waiting for me to tell you I enjoyed it? Because that will never happen!” She asked angrily. “Besides Harry you know my story, even though you don’t seem to know me anymore.” She added sadly.

“Hermione.” He gasped. She got up threw some coins on the counter and left.


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I had to edit this because her age didnt match up to the years. Don't forget to Review!