Hermione took a deep breath determined not to think back to it. She had left that life behind now. She was no longer Hermione Granger the best witch in her year, nor Hermione Granger the muggle-born. She was now just Hermione Granger. Plain, old Hermione Granger.

She had ignored every owl that had come for her, she had thrown away all her old school books and top things off – she had snapped her wand.

She knew that she could never go back, especially not after…. She couldn't bring herself to think about it.

'Hermione, dear' her father whispered as he creaked open her room 'you've been cooped up in here for over two weeks now. What happened in that… world of yours?'

'Nothing' Hermione said bluntly 'they made a mistake that's all. I'm… I'm not longer a witch.'

Her father went and sat next to her on her bed 'love, of course you are' he said taking her hand 'you're the most magical person I know, and if you're not a witch I have no clue who would be!'

'You don't understand' Hermione muttered drawing back the tears.

'Is that evil wizard that you have told me about?' her father asked cautiously. Hermione couldn't bare to talk about it any longer.

'We lost' Hermione finally said 'we lost and that evil wizard… well… he's taken over, and because I am a mud-blood' she spat the word 'I'm first on their hit list. It's best if I pretend that I don't know what Hogwarts is or those wizards and witches are real and…'

'What about that boy you are friends with… what's his name? Harry Potter! You said he could get rid of him!' her father asked innocently interrupting Hermione mid sentence.

Hermione could hardly bare to answer any more questions. Tears started to well up In her eyes. You must not let yourself get like this she told herself there is nothing you could o or could've done!

'I you don't want to…' her father quickly said as if he had sensed how his daughter was feeling.

'No… you should know' Hermione whispered taking another deep breath. Just say it she told herself once you've said it then you can forget about it and lead your life like a normal muggle. 'Well… Harry Potter.. he uh.. he died' she whispered. She suddenly felt a wait lifted off her shoulders as if saying it out loud made it better, although, it made it more real.

Hermione suddenly felt tears running down her cheeks. Her heart felt as though it might break all over again. Harry had been her best friend almost all her life and now… well… what else was there? He was dead… not only dead but murdered.

It almost felt to Hermione as though it could never have happened before. The famous Harry Potter, indestructible!

Now? Well, probably hung like a flag for all to see. An representation of the "new age" for pure-bloods. The age where pure-bloods ruled over everyone and everything.

Hermione had managed to disparate just as he-who-must-not-be-named started to gather up the fighter. She hated herself for leaving everyone. Ginny, Neville…Ron. She had no idea of what had become of them. All she could do was hide, and so she ran away to see her parents again in Australia. The moment they saw her they remembered. The spell lifted and Hermione realised with that last bit of magic lifted she need to become a full time muggle. Just like her parents.

'Love' her father finally said 'I am so sorry. I know he meant a lot to you.'

Hermione lifted her head and looked at her father 'he did' she simply said. She thought as though she could die there and then but she didn't. She knew she couldn't die because that was would be pointless. Harry had died to keep her alive and she wasn't about to dishonour him by getting herself killed.

She was going to live- for as long as she could. Get a good job would be next, perhaps a dentist like her father, then meet a nice muggle boy, settle down. No kids! She knew the magic gene was much stronger than the muggle and have witch or wizards as children would not only put her at danger but them also.

She was going to live… just not with Harry… not with Ron… not with magic… not the way she wanted.