So this is just a story idea that I came up with with my friend Angel BL-chan AKA my polish twin. Please review so I know if someone actually thinks what I write is good. I will keep going if people like this idea.

Hermione's Perspective

The pavement glows with a soft light. Her hair, usually bushy and wild, is slicked down on to her skull. The street lights throw sharp shadows across a bruised face.

She stumbles, landing on her hands and knees. The scrapes only retracing deeper scars. A voice drunkenly calls out to her, "Oh beautiful 'Mione where are you going? I was only just getting started."

She shudders but slowly stands and turns to see him. The one whose child she had bore. Yes, before her stood her husband, drunk and very, VERY pissed off.

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? WHAT IF A POLICE OFFICER FOUND YOU LIKE THIS? I WOULD BE IN JAIL WOMAN! I would be in jail and you and your stupid child would be out on the street!" Ron shouts, "Maybe I should just leave you and take your precious daughter. Where would you be then hmm?"

"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again." she said shaking and cowering.

"I SAID CALL ME MASTER WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME!" the red haired man shouted, swinging his fist back and connecting with her jaw.

She simply nodded. Her husband then grabbed her by the shirt (or at least what was left of the blouse) and dragged her down the street. Back to the hell-hole she had to call home.