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Disclaimer: Obviously i don't own Harry Potter or i wouldn't be writing this,

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As Hermione walked out of potions she heard a cold, demanding voice call her name as she turned around she felt warm breath on her face which made her skin crawl and she just froze. Her mind flashing back to that warm summer evening when she was 6, she had been playing in the park with her new friend who’d just moved in next door when she heard her friend been called in for lunch, she was disappointed as she wished to play for longer, she waved goodbye and started walking back to her house when she heard a voice say her name “Hermione?” she looked around confused, she recognised that voice, she turned to see the warm smiling face of her new neighbour “Would you care to come and join us for tea?”

But she knew better than to enter a strangers house without informing her mother or father where she was, so she kindly declined his offer and told him that she needed to get back to her parents, his smiling face dropped suddenly and he quickly collected it back into a smile, bigger than the one he had before, if possible hoping Hermione hadn’t noticed his slip up.

“I’ve already asked your parents, they said it would be fine and that they would come and collect you at your bed time” she couldn’t help but notice the nasty gleam in his eyes.

Oh how she wished she’d listened to her head which screamed out to her to leave as fast as she could, but her mother had always taught her to be polite.

That night her innocence was stole from her, she hated him! He her brought her home with that disgusting smile plastered all over his face. He smiled at her as he apologized to her mother for forgetting to call round and tell her Hermione was eating over, He smiled at her as he invited her over for ‘tea’ the next night and he smiled at her as he whispered threats of what would happen if she ever told.  That night Hermione cried, in fact Hermione cried every night for the next 10 years. Every week their kind old neighbour invited her over to play with his wonderful daughter who faced the same fait.

When she was 10 years old she finally knew what he was doing but she could never tell, if she ever told her family would hate her and she’d never see them again. On her 11th Birthday she received a peculiar letter claiming that she, Hermione Granger was a witch. Oh she laughed herself silly. Her parents where shocked, they had not seen her laugh for years. But when a kind, bearded, silvery haired man with the most beautiful satin purple robes arrived and introduced her to the wonderful world of magic she smiled, the first smile she’d smiled in 10 years. She would finally be free of the man next door, but she couldn’t help but be scared, she’d learned not to trust the kind ones years ago. That night there was a knock at the door, she bounded downstairs eagerly, opening the door and looking up hoping to find Professor Dumbledore’s kind eyes but instead her eyes met the evil eyes that had haunted her every night in her sleep. As her neighbour stood there smirking he said hello innocently as if he were not a threat, “I’m sorry to hear your leaving, how I’ll miss my favourite girl, how about you come round for ‘tea’ tonight once more, for old times sake?” she could feel the tears building up in her eyes, threatening to spill. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was a stutter, she closed her mouth gaping like a fish trying to pull herself together and actually string together a actual sentence when suddenly a man dressed all in black slammed her neighbour into the door frame, his eyes murderous “if you ever lay a hand on her again I. WILL. KILL. YOU!” as her neighbour turned and ran for his life gasping for breath Hermione was filled with a overpowering need to let this man protect her and make him proud.

As he stepped forward into the light she looked up into the face of her protector, his dark hair fell to his shoulders, it looked like it had not been washed for weeks, his eyes, so dark they looked almost black, were still dangerous as he looked around. As his eyes fell to her face they were filled with kindness and warmth. He got down on his one knee and placed a hand on her shoulder, she flinched at the contact, his eyes filled with hurt as he explained Professor Dumbledore had sent him and she had been extremely brave. How did he know? Hermione pondered, WAIT if her parents knew they would hate her, she had to make sure this stayed between them.