Escape To The Safehouse
August 2nd 2005
“Ron Stop please, you’re hurting me!” Hermione shrieked.
“Shut up you filthy mudblood! All I wanted was the reputation, now I have it, so you’re sort of useless to me.” Ron snarked.
He hit her with no emotion but pure hatred in her eyes, eyes she used to know, eyes she used to love but now there was nothing she loved about him, nothing she knew about him, he slapped her repeatedly until blood came out her mouth.
“Ron not in front of Lyra-Rose please, she doesn’t need to see this, she’s only three!” Hermione whispered shouted.
The little toddler was starting to get fussing – she didn’t like shouting or seeing anyone hurt, for that matter.
Soon enough, the toddler started bawling her eyes out.
Ron did something she thought he would never do, but she didn’t know him anymore, so he was nothing but a stranger to her at this point, she wished she never dated him, she wished they had gone their separate ways, but no she had to stick with him and get sucked into this mess of a life!
She constantly beat herself up over it. Lyra could have had the perfect family if Ron didn’t care about his reputation, job, money, and getting drunk most nights.
But this was the last straw, and she meant to last.
Ron threw a glass bottle, and it shattered right next to Lyra, it could have hit her, and Hermione would have never forgiven herself, but the curly brown-haired, blue-eyed, and beautiful little girl, was unharmed and she was so thankful for it, but she was exceedingly mad and Ronald Bilius Weasley.
“RON, YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT DID YOU?” She paused, knowing the answer. “I AM SO DONE WITH YOU RONALD, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE, I WANT OUT AND I AM GETTING OUT.” She shouted at him, face red with fury.
His face darkened.
“You don’t mean that ‘Mione...? Do you”. He looked so sincere, but she knew it was just an act.
“I do and you can’t try to change it, I’ve always felt this way ever since you changed, from a loving Husband to a Dick-headed awful snobby husband, I thought you were never going to be but turns out I was very wrong".
“Sleep on it ‘Mione, then you will change your mind.” She glared at him as he climbed step by step to their bedroom – well, his since she didn’t consider it home.
She picked up the still-bawling toddler and rocked her gently in her arms.
“What did I do to deserve you, ay?” she whispered.
“You were born into a messed-up family, with a father who doesn’t love you, but a mother who loves you very much...”
The toddler dozed off while Hermione climbed the stairs to the nursery, carefully placing the toddler into the crib.
Hermione walked into the bedroom – Ron was already asleep, so she didn’t have to worry about that at all.
She pulled out the beaded bag – the one with the illegal extendable charm on it.
“Hermione you only have one shot at this so get it right.” She encouraged herself taking a few deep breaths before putting a jacket on and slinging the beaded bag over her shoulder.
“Now to get Lyra”. She crept into the toddler’s room picking her up and trying not to wake her.
Hermione cast silencing charms around Ron’s and her room – that were hopefully strong enough to block an explosion.
She ran downstairs pulling out her wand, casting a Bombarda on the door blowing it off its hinges. That sound would be sure to stir Ron, but he’s drunk so he would think he was just imagining it.
She ran out the door as fast as her legs could carry her to the nearest apparition point, beyond the wards Ron set up to make sure no stranger caught him beating his wife- Ex-Wife.
The toddler woke up with a loud cry, Hermione tried her best to shush her while running but failed miserably.
“Lyra, Mummy is here, no need to cry my sweet”. Lyra calmed down a bit.
They had finally reached the apparition point. The final part of their escape. The end of this horrible home. Freedom from Ron.
She pictured where she was going to apparate to and went there.
It was an old safehouse they used during the war, some ex-death eaters still live there, and Order Members because their homes were too messed up to be able to live in.
Feeling a change of scenery around her, she opened her eyes to see the place, she walked as far as she could to the door, but her magical exhaustion got the better of her.
The toddler asleep on her shoulder passed out, her back landing with a fud to the ground, her eyes closed, face still and silent.
August the 3rd 2005
She woke up with a start, looking around to room to realize it was the healing rooms, that they used in the war.
She looked down at her hand realizing it was bandaged up which must have meant all her glamours were off and someone had found her earlier in the day, but Lyra was nowhere to be seen.
Someone walked into the room – it was Madame Pomfrey.
“Hello Miss Granger-Weasley Since you’re up I have to ask; how do you feel?” Madame Pomfrey said kindness in her voice.
“I’m fine just a bit sore, which is probably expected Also it's Miss Granger.” She responded.
“Right then Miss Granger, I say you’re fine to be discharged but first take a pain potion that will help”. Madame Pomfrey handed her the potion, and she quickly drank it just wanting to go find her daughter somewhere in here.
She walked out of the room into the living room, quickly looking around to see if she could find the toddler.
“LYRA ROSE GRANGER GET HERE.” She shouted trying to get the toddler's attention.
She heard a giggle come from a room on the right to her, so she quickly opened the door seeing the unruly curls of her toddler – that were better than her mother’s curly hair at her age.
“Lyra you’re supposed to stay near me even if I’m asleep remember the rules.” She said and Lyra turned around running at her then hugging her.
“Mummy!! Where’s daddy?” Lyra questioned curiously.
“Uhm Oh, He’s at work.” Hermione lied scooping up the toddler.
“No! Down! Down! I want to play with the two blondies and Italian people!!!” Lyra called out kicking Hermione.
“No kicking and no because you need a nap”.
“Hey Granger, nice of you to take the child back after leaving her,” Malfoy said with a smirk on his face.
“I didn’t leave her Malfoy – I was in the medical room if you really need to know”.
“How are you, Granger.” Blaise vocalized.
“Yeah, how are you doing Hermione I haven't seen you since we finished 8th year!” Came the familiar voice of Luna.
“ One – I am fine and two – I’ve been somewhat busy?” She replied.
“Give us the toddler back please.” Malfoy pleaded.
“Fine just for a minute while I go find my bag to change her”.
“Good enough for me.” He answered.
She sped out of the room looking frantically for the beaded bag, eventually giving up and going to find Madame Pomfrey.
“Madame Pomfrey?” She looked around spotting her.
“What is it, Miss Granger?” Madame Pomfrey answered.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where my bag is right?” Hermione questioned.
“Here you go Hermione, I was keeping it safe.” She took the bag grabbed the toddler’s clothes and put them on top.
“I’m back to steal her away – for real this time”. Hermione couldn’t help but notice a 5-year-old boy playing with her daughter.
“You’re my best friend Lyra!!” The little boy declared.
“Scorpius you can’t just say that because she might not be your best friend,” Malfoy said.
“Okay Daddy, Lyra are you my best friend?” Lyra just stared at him thinking.
“Mhm…” That was all the tired toddlers could say.
Hermione knelt and scooped up the toddler.
“Hey! No fair I was playing with her.” Scorpius shouted.
“I know buddy, but Lyra is very tired she needs a nap but what about this? You play after her nap.” Scorpius nodded.
“Thank you for looking after her, Blaise, Malfoy, and Luna” She thanked.
“No problem! But why are you here?” Luna’s high-pitched voice said.
“Luna I’m not going to answer that because it will upset Lyra and it is frankly none of your business,” Hermione said harshly.
“She’s just curious but we all want to know, so just say we won't make fun of you.” Malfoy urged.
“Fine.” She paused holding up her hand and pointing to it. “Ron.” She pointed to where a bruise on her face and arm was healing. “And Ron.” She said tears slowly blurring her vision she let one stray.
AWKWARD SILENCE PART
“I- Sorry Grang- Hermione I didn’t think it was personal I just thought you wanted time away or something like that,” Malfoy said with sympathy.
“Yeah, well maybe think before you say, Malfoy.” The toddler heard this and started crying because she needed a nap desperately. “Thank you, Malfoy for making her cry.” She said stubbornly.
She rocked the toddler in her arms while walking out of the room into the only room with two beds free but two in there were occupied.
“I wonder who sleeps there”. She scowled noticing the kid’s stuff.
She changed the toddler into her pyjamas before tucking her into the bed and giving her a kiss to settle her. Hermione knew as soon as the toddler woke up there would be a screaming competition to change her again.
She headed back down into the room and looked at the group ready to warn them and apologize.
“I’m here to apologize and warn you, I’m sorry about lashing out and I’d like to warn you about Lyra’s and I’s screaming competition when she wakes up from naps.” She warned and apologized, she was generally sorry because she had been really stressed over losing Lyra and running away from ‘Home’ if she could call it that, so she lashed out when she shouldn’t have.
“Thanks, but I think I say this on behalf of us three”. He motioned to Malfoy, Luna, and himself (Blaise) before continuing to talk. “We shouldn’t have asked and were sorry for what happened and think we should put our past behind us and start fresh, Agreed?” They all nodded.
“Daddy I’m tired, can I go nap time please!!” Scorpius begged while Malfoy picked him up carrying him upstairs.
“Lyra is sleeping in our room! That’s so cool!!” Scorpius screeched and you could hear it all the way downstairs.
“You’re in Draco’s room? Good luck.” Blaise whispered.
“Yeah well, it was the only one with free beds so…” She whispered back.
“I'm off to read for an hour before waking Lyra, so you have one hour to be prepared.” Hermione walked out to where she knew the small library, they set up to be While they were moving safehouses constantly they always made sure there was something to do, whether it was a library or a game room.
She picked up ‘Hogwarts; A History’ and began reading it.
She kept glancing up at the clock to check when an hour had passed by, As soon as it did, she bookmarked her page and stomped up the stairs to where Lyra was sleeping.
“Hey Malfoy, cast silencing charms around Scorpius unless you want him to wake”. He nodded and silently cast them.
“Lyra, sweetie wake up you need food.” Lyra blinked her eyes open slowly, then sat up.
“Mummy? Can I play!” Lyra asked.
“After I change you, Ly.” She answered slowly.
“BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE CHANGED!! I CAN PLAY IN THIS!” The tyke shouted.
“I already said, so we are changing.” She took the shirt off her pyjamas off slowly followed by the pants.
“STOP IT, MUMMY, DADDY WAS BETTER AT IT WHEN HE DID IT.”
“He only did it once Lyra.” Saying that the little tyke ran out the door and she groaned.
“For fucksake Lyra!” She groaned again. “Hey Malfoy, just a favor can you help me catch her I’ll owe you one?” He nodded and ran after the tyke, and she followed closely behind.
“LYRA ROSE GRANGER GET HERE RIGHT NOW OR NO SWEETS FOR THE MONTH.” The little tyke just blew a raspberry at her.
“OH, YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN WE GET YOU.” She shouted earning a laugh from the toddler.
Malfoy snuck up behind her and grabbed her.
“Gotcha now,” Malfoy said, Hermione chucked the clothes at him while he put them on.
“THIS IS WHY DADDY DIDN’T LIKE YOU MUMMY.” Hermione was furious at that, and Malfoy let down the toddler. “LYRA, HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU EITHEIR YOU WERE JUST FOR HIS REPUTATION,” Hemione screamed in the toddler’s face making her cry.
“Low blow, Granger, Low blow even to your child.” Malfoy walked over to the toddler picking her up and rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry Lyra and Malfoy.” She choked out starting to sob at what she said. “I like Mr Malfoy better, you’re a meanie!” Hermione walked off at her toddler saying that and walked upstairs slowly.
She walked into the bedroom and saw Scorpius leaving the room, she searched her beaded bag for a calming draught that she desperately needed and drank it in one go.
A knock on the door startled her. “Coming in, Mummy…” Lyra said while Malfoy opened the door.
“Hey, Ly, Mummy is so sorry.” She hugged the toddler bringing her up onto the bed to lie with her.
“Me sorry too, Mama I shout for no reason.” Lyra hiccupped.
“It's okay, did you eat?” She asked and Malfoy peaked round the door and nodded.
“Thank you, Malfoy, you’re a changed man I can say.” He just stuck his thumb up.
They laid down in silence, the toddler dozed off and soon did Hermione.