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THE IRON SHIP
Hermione Granger was a survivor...
She survived the troll in first year, the basilisk in second, she even survived torture at the hands of Bellatrix lestrange, she survived it all...survived the war... so why did she feel so empty?
It hadn't happened instantaneously, It wasn't something she woke up one morning and suddenly felt. For a while she was happy... but with time everything fades.
After the brief stint of happiness and relief the end of the war brought the reality of the major blow the wizarding world had endured finally took hold. So many families had lost the ones they loved. So many friends she would never see again.
Nothing would ever be the same.
After the war Hermione and Ron had finally given there relationship a shot, However they had changed to much. Upon realizing how unsuitably matched they really were they mutually agreed to take a break, as months went on it became apparent the "Break" was permanent. Ron had found someone new, Beth was kind and drop dead gorgeous. Apparently Ron thought so to, He married her two months after they met. Hermione had been hurt at how easy it was for him to move on. Soon the pain faded away when she saw how happy they were together. So as any good solider does hermione braves on and finds a new love...her job.
Hermione had received a job at the department of mysteries as the youngest unspeakable the wizarding world had ever seen. Recruited right out of hogwarts she was a force to be reckoned with. She loved her job it was challenging for her mind and body, It hadn't taken long for her to throw everything she had into her new found obsession.
But fate was a cruel master and it seemed even the comfort of her job had to be taken from her as well. A group of death eaters lead by the escaped convict Fenrir greyback attacked the ministry. They killed over 50 unspeakables before the group finally fell. Hermione didn't escape without her scars either, A jagged scar now marred her hip courtesy of greyback. 'At least she survived' or 'it could have been a whole lot worse' were what she frequently told herself when she looked it the mirror to alleviate her feelings of self pity.
So with a scarred hip and no plan for the immediate future she moved in with Harry and Ginny "The golden couple". She wasn't jealous of their perfect marriage or their beautiful baby girl named in honor of his deceased mother lily (okay maybe she was a little jealous), but she was truly happy for them after everything they had been through, they deserved all the happiness in the world. She just hoped there was enough to go around. Harry said that they were happy to have her and she could stay as long as she wished, She knew he meant it, but she couldn't help but feel like an invader. They had built a life for themselves and in her heart she knew she didn't belong. Her time with the Potters was wonderful the joy Lily and Teddy brought to her was amazing. In true Hermione form she had stepped into the role of loving aunt like she was born for it.
Months came and went and finally Hermione decided it was time for a change. Packing her things and kissing her surrogate family behind promising weekly visits home via flu {she couldn't miss sunday dinner at the burrow after all} she headed on her way to her new life.
Hermione didn't know what drew her to her new destination it was the strangest feeling, like something was calling her in a way she had never felt before.
Steering wheel in hand Hermione Granger headed to her new home...
New York city.