I boarded my flight to Seattle alone and in silence. I was running away from the world, and all my problems. Boarding a flight at three in the morning leaving a world that I have forever loved, and now feared only a letter was left behind explaining my disappearance to everyone I have grown to love and call family.
Sitting down in the seat closest to the window I looked out at the horizon and tried to convince myself that what I'm doing is right, and that I will be forgiven. But my body is telling me that I'm wrong and that this is unforgivable.
I sleep in strained bouts of twenty minutes each waking up with a start only to fall back asleep. This flight was long and the glamour I had on my body was starting to fade. Seeing as I couldn't pull out my leather jacket out of my miniature purse I went to the restroom to stretch my legs and cast the glamour charm again.
I got into the bathroom on the plane and took off what was left of the glamour. My scars never really shocked me anymore; they were a constant reminder of everything that I have gone through whether in torture or in battle.
On my face I have a souvenir from a battle with Greyback where he took a claw to my face resulting in a scar that goes from my left temple to the inner corner of my left eye. This scar was easily hidden by my ever-present black aviator sunglasses given to me by Harry.
During our stay at Malfoy Manor I got many of my scars from Bellatrix. I have one on my neck where she was ready to slit my throat. The word 'mudblood' carved into my arm in her ugly handwriting. Harry was always shocked that what bothered me the most about this scar was the handwriting. I have minor scarring on random parts of my body where she would trace the knife idly while screaming at me. On my chest, on my stomach, arms, and legs.
The worst part of my stay in the Manor was Lucius and Greyback. They each raped me and branded me. On my left butt cheek I have the initials LM and on the right I have FG. Those are the scars that make me feel shameful and dirty. They carved 'worthless' on my lower back and a snake on my right calf just to top it off. How Slytherin of them. Good times at Malfoy Manor.
After that I had random scars from battle. I have a half an inch scar running from my right shoulder to my left hip, it's the ugliest and pretty hard to conceal, Madam Pomfrey is still trying to find out the curse that left that odd scar on me. Nicks and little cuts from shrapnel from explosions covered my arms and legs.
A knock at the door brought me out of my reverie. I cast the charm and saw that they all disappeared or in some cases faded considerably and left the bathroom to my seat where I fell into a dreamless sleep.
I woke up ton an annoying voice speaking over a loudspeaker and opened my eyes to see light outside and a lady trying to get everyone's attention which wasn't that hard seeing as there were about ten of us.
"We have now landed in Seattle Airport, ladies and Gentlemen please unfasten your seatbelts, gather your belongings, and depart through the doors right behind me."
I shot to my feet, got my purple beaded bag, and practically flew out of there. I wanted to walk around and stretch so badly.
As soon as I got off the plane I could spot my Uncle Charlie get up and wave to me, I put on my best smile and waved back.
He gathered me into a bone-crushing hug, which lifted me off my feet and twirled me around. He put me back on my feet and I straightened my sunglasses.
"Hermione, is it really you? You have changed so much since the last time I saw you were only ten years old. Lets get you home" he gave me a happy smile and led me to his police cruiser.
He happily chatted away during the ride not giving me space for words, not that I minded. Once chatty and expressive Hermione Granger has turned into a stoic and silent girl. He kept telling me how much I look like my mom and how much he misses her. This makes me sad. Uncle Charlie is the only relative I have that knows about my magic. I can't imagine how hard it is for him knowing his baby sister had been murdered while she was living in Australia by some wizards he knew nothing about. It hurt Hermione more because her parents didn't know she existed when they died.
"Hey Charlie, where's Bella?" I asked. I imagined she would be happy to see me. She was like my best friend when I would stay at Forks for the summer.
"Bella is home with her boyfriend, Edward. She knew you were coming but decided to stay home cooking dinner and getting ready to see you"
I smiled at the thought of Bella all grown up cooking with a boyfriend.
We pulled up at a two story white house with a silver Volvo and an orange truck parked in the driveway. Charlie would freak when he saw my motorcycle that was hidden in my bag.
I got out of the car and motioned for Charlie to wait a second. "Can you hold my bag for a second?" he nodded and held my bag looking curious.
I threw my arm in and pulled out two suitcases and placed a feather light charm on them without my wand. His eyes were wide and he was looking around in alarm. He knew about magic but he had never seen it.
I then took out my wand and said "Accio Sirius' motorcycle" and his bike made his way out of my purse and onto the driveway.
His jaw couldn't have hung any lower. I chuckled and handed a suitcase to him and to his surprise it didn't weigh a thing. He laughed as we entered the house and he took my suitcases up to my room.
Before I knew it I felt someone crash into me squeezing the life out of me. I almost attacked out of habit but stopped myself before I did, realizing it was Bella. Her boyfriend must have sensed this and stepped forward
"Bella, let the poor girl breathe" I looked up and frowned. He was beautiful and paler than Draco, and that was saying something. His eyes were amber, the colour of honey. He was tall and in great shape. There was something familiar about it but I shrugged it off. Good job, Bella, I thought.
She pulled back and squealed. "Mione you're back, I've missed you so much. How long are you staying, are you going to school, do you have a car, do you have clothes, you look way too skinny." "BELLA" I shouted "calm down, love I've missed you too, I'm staying until further notice, I enrolled in my senior year of high school, I have a motorcycle, I have enough clothes for my stay, and I don't look that skinny" she smiled and motioned for Edward to come over, he stood and made his way over.
"Mione, this is Edward Cullen my boyfriend. Edward, this is Hermione Granger my cousin she blushed and looked up at him" he extended his hand
"A pleasure Miss Granger" he said as we shook hands. His hand was unusually cold and I realized- Vampire.
"Pleasure is mine, Mr. Cullen" I let go of his hand trying not to flinch and flashed him a smile.
"Mione you're in the room up the stairs next to the bathroom" Bella said from the kitchen
"I'm going to go unpack Ill come down in a little while."
I climbed the stairs into my old room and unpacked everything without magic. I took photos from my bag and placed them around the room. On my nightstand I had a picture of the Order and a picture of Ron, Harry, and I. On a wall I had a mural of sorts. There was one in the Burrow and it made me feel good to stand next to it and remember everyone.
I put up small pictures, a little bigger than wallet size pictures for everyone who had perished. Dumbledore, Sirius, Moody, Dobby, Fred, Remus, Tonks, and Ron. I used to pass by the mural in the burrow everyday and say thank you and pray for them. Each picture had a little frame and they were put up on a shelf in a corner where I could see them everyday.
I folded all of my clothes and put them away. Getting teary when I put away Ron's deluminator and some quidditch jerseys he left me and two I stole from George and Harry years ago.
Next I unpacked all of my books. This was the hard part of unpacking. This room had no bookshelf so I decided to stack them on the floor concealing the titles so Bella couldn't see what they were about. After emptying all the books I deemed necessary the windowsill, and any available shelf space was lined with books. I conjured a Gryffindor flag and hung it behind the door. This could be home.