Where is it? Where did I put my wand?

Hermione was thinking this in her head over and over as she tried quietly to rummage through her drawers and find her wand. She swears that she had just seen it about a minute ago or less and now it's like it had just disappeared out of thin air, which is not possible.

Well technically it is in her world but that doesn't matter now.

But where is my wand?

After a few more minutes of endless searching, Hermione decided to give up and move on to packing the rest of her things. She brought out her blue suitcase, from which Molly had given it to her for Christmas last year, and zipped it open and lays it on her bed. As quietly as she could be Hermione goes to the various areas of her and Ron's to get all the things that she needed to take with her and all the things she wanted to take with her. For what she needed were her clothes, toothbrush (her parents would never forgive her if she didn't take that with her), shoes and wand if she can find it, for the things she wants to take are her most precious. Pictures, the pictures of her, Harry and Ron at school, her wedding album of her and Ron's wedding day and the framed picture of the Weasley's and Harry at their home the Burrow.

They were all smiling and waving happily at her and that just wanted to make Hermione cry for she didn't deserve it after what she had done to Ron, but the tears could not be held back and she silently let her pain form droplets on her face and Hermione clutched to the picture close to her chest. She sat on her bed for about almost an hour while the tears dried up, she looks at the clock and realises that it was nearly six in the morning, that information sends a jolt through her body and continues to pack with a silent hast for she realised that the household will be awake soon and she has to be gone before they do.

If only I had my wand with me, then I would cast a spell to make myself pick up pace.

She had been awake all night. She couldn't sleep with all the sadness and the pain that she has caused herself and to Ron so she stayed in their room pacing as Ron couldn't bear to look at her and moved to the couch to sleep. He had a right to be angry at her for she was angry at herself for what she had done to him too but she at least she had done the right thing and told him the truth. She couldn't believe that she was even capable of doing something like what happened five months ago and she was truly regretted what had happened but it turned even worse when that mistake resulted in her present condition. She only found out about it a few days ago, the past wasn't willing for her to forget what she had done and she did what she had to do. Tell her husband.

Hermione had filled the entire suitcase with all her things and strangely enough everything fitted in. Would Molly have guessed what Hermione might have done? Did she want her out of her house and to never return? The thought made the knot in Hermione's stomach to tighten so she zipped up her suitcase and left the room that showed no traces of her ever being there and left.

The Burrow was dark and any light would immediately wake someone so Hermione had to squint her eyes as she waked down the stair case. She made it to the living room and then to the doorway but then she heard light snores behind her, turned her head and she instantly wanted to cry.

Ron was sleeping on the couch with ruffled red hair and in his favourite stripped pyjama bottoms and knitted jumper from his mum and he was sprawled on the couch like he had just been dragged through a hedge backwards. Hermione couldn't help it and she left the suitcase by the door and walked up to Ron on the couch. He looked so peaceful like he did every night when he was dreaming that Hermione couldn't help but kiss his forehead like she did always does. He slightly stirred and was peaceful again but before she could leave she had to do something.

She went into her pocket and pulled out a scrap piece of paper and found a pen on the coffee table in front of the couch and wrote down five little letters that didn't hold so much meaning before all this happened. She placed the letter on the coffee table and, to her irony; she finds what she was looking for.

My wand.

A slight giggle escapes her lips and she grabs the wand and glances at Ron, memorising the face that she will never see again and slowly goes to the door again. She grabs her coat on the coat racket and looks in the mirror as she puts it on. Her eyes had gone red and swollen with all the crying, her hair had gotten into a mess and her hand was cradling her pregnant belly that had caused so much pain.

With her hand till on her swollen belly Hermione looks around the Burrow and at Ron one last time and she leaves, possibly never returning.