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Jaded eyes swiftly search the darkened corners of the quiet classroom. A quiet sigh, almost unheard, passed through well worried lips. A quick tug at one beautiful and vibrant hair, that was now lank and lax. Hermione Granger was well versed in these actions. They stemmed from her first time on the run. Never would she have thought there would be a second.

Soon after the second war ended, the Daily Profit announced the release of several well to do death eathers, mostly though they were the creatures. The Ministry of Magic claimed they "couldn't be held to wizard standards" because of their "animalistic tendencies". Namely, Frenir Greyback.

Hermione had been alone at the time, abandoned by her once childhood friends. Their grief had separated them, and the angry outbursts had changed the friendship. Oh, they were still friends, but it was on shaky ground. They boys had changed too much. Fame, and Lavender Brown, had gone to Ron's head. Harry, well let's just say anger wasn't a good look on him.

Upon his release, Grayback had written Hermione, remembering her scent from both the final battle and in the woods. He was obsessed with Hermione, wanted her. She did not. She wanted an equal partner and not a mate that dominated. Grayback would not understand this and wrote an extremely aggravated letter. She had left her home and family, not that she had much of that to speak of anymore, and gone to the America's after the "incident".

And so that is where we find Hermione Granger, in a small class room in Forks, Washington. She had noticed the Cullen Clan. She knew what they were. She had already figured out that they were vegetarians. She had not quarrel with the Cullens.

Hermione was relatively content here. Although, she did wish but two things: that mated pair Alice and Edward would cool it down, and that Jasper Hale would leave her alone. He seemed confused by her. She had thrown Edward out of her mind on the first day, granting her a wide berth of even the Cullens.

All but Jasper and Alice left her alone. Alice was alright, Hermione could tolerate her. Alice, reminded her of a mixture of Ginny and Luna. Jasper was just annoying. He would spuriously watch her. If she was in the halls, he was always a few feet back, although no one could really notice, but Hermione did. She did survive a war.

Her instincts would never rest. Not with her on the run. She fingered her wand , that had been transfigured to appear as if it were made into a pen. But it was just an illusion. It wouldn't do to call attention to herself by walking around with a wand, but a pen was normal.

Luckily, school flew by that day, and Hermione quietly and quickly left in her small, tasteful, but discreet car. She went to her home, if one could call it that. A small cottage far out into the woods, where few dared go. The cottage contained two bedroom, one bathroom (*wink wink*), a kitchen, a library, and a living room. All in all it was perfect for Hermione.

However, perfect it was, Hermione never forgot that she was going to an empty house, filled with pictures that were of times long past, and haunted by memories she'd long to forget. All of that was true, until today.

*****A note from Gemna

Cliff hanger! Oh, someone hates me for that. Sorry! A big Thank you to my favorite author, GEEKOLOGY, for your love, support and inspiration! I couldn't and wouldn't do this with anyone else! As a writer I would love criticism, or just a little note on questions or comments. So please if you have the time, questions, comments and/or criticisms please review! Wishing you the best of the best and happiness, Gemna