Hermione finished packing. Nothing was left here, not since the news had arrived that her husband was dead.
An entire year had passed and she had accepted the evident truth that he was gone.
She would start a new life. She would finish her education, as she could not do before the defeat of Voldemort. That was finally over now, many years after she had finished at Hogwarts.
As she closed the lid on her trunk, there came a knock on the front door of her soon to be emptied flat. Wondering who could possibly be calling now, she went to the door and opened it cautiously.
Her heart stopped at the sight of the familiar dark figure in her doorway and she stood there blankly for a moment, before falling to the ground, unconscious.