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Herione Granger sat in the window seat on a muggle bus in some town she didn't know, the buildings held no form or hint of anything she had ever seen. That was a good thing. That is why she chose this place for her recovery. Nothing to set off her flash backs. Nothing to make her see the events of a war not one of the people in this tiny town in the middle of vast rolling hills knew anything about. A war far to violent and cruel for a young woman such as herself to have had to live through. A war she had no one to potect her from. A war that had scarred her mind far worse than the scars than run the length of her five foot four physical frame.

As she watched the building slow though the tiny drips of rain trickling down the window she sighed a breath of relief, maybe she could finally step past this. The heart crushing memories, that have turned into her darkest nightmares. Nightmares that have kept her up for so long she looked pale and sickly, from the sleep deprivation. At one point she had stayed up for so long that she had seen her, in her flat, standing right in front of her. Cackling like someone driven insane by years of inprisonment in Azkaban, but everyone knows Bellatrix, was far crazier before Azkaban. When she got the Hermione, she was a shell of her former self. Hermione shivered at thought, what if she had gotten to her before that. Hermione stopped herself. This place was for moving past this, forgetting about the wizarding world and moving on.

Hermione made her choice then and there she would no longer think about magic.

FLASHBACK

Hermione had to walked away from this, a tear rolled down her cheek as she took in her room. Her Weird Sisters poster on the wall above her dresser, The moving pictures on her walls of Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna and the one of Seamus when her had blown up something. She would have chuckled had it not been for her current state of distress. She ran her hand over her purple bed spread matching the one her Aunt had gotten her, before she had earsed her parents memories, Merlin, what this world has taken from her.

She walked out of her room and down the hall, running her hand along the wall. she stepped into her living room, running her hand over the chest she had taken with her to Hogwarts every year when she was younger. She Sat on her stiff couch and picked up the quill in her hand and begun writing to the only people she felt she had on abligation to say goodbye to.

As she wrote tears cascaded down her lovely face. With each letter a little more of her heart froze to the wizarding world, for the pain it just seems to continue to begin to her. Each word written with quiet precision. Her loopy hand writing never faultering. After each letter she would slip it into an envolpe and tuck away yet another piece of her broken heart. She would seal them and leave them lying on the table side by side, next to her copy of Hogwarts, A History. When she was finished she stood looking over everything one last time, no more tears feel down her face, now she was almost cold in her fluidity, she walked to the table. She pulled her wand out of her pocket. Feeling the weight of her 12 and 3/4 inch wnd, running her fingers over the walnut wood. slowly she brought both hands to it and broke the last piece of her heart herself. Snapping her wand in one graceful motion she laid it on the table on top of her copy of Hogwards, A History. Taking only a moment to look at the dragon heartstring ripped in half poking out of the center of her wand, she turned and walked out the dorr leaving everything she has known behind her.

As hermione felt the bus pulled to a stop she stood out of her seat bringing with her one bag with all the money taken out of Gringots, and transfered into muggle money, the clothes she had bought and hygine supplies. Stepping off the bus her foot hit the ground for the first time in this tiny little town and for the first time in since she firgot her Hogwarts letter she felt entirely normal. This was the best choice she had ever made.

Hermione checked into a motel, for the night. Tomorrow she would go out in search of a house, and a job for now she just felt the need to sleep it off, and be away from the world for a few hours. That is if she could sleep.

Hermione was standing next to the black lake. She couldn't help, but think how she had found herself here. All around her she could here the screams of her peers and the Order members, she felt a rush of panic surge through her. Where was Harry, Ron? Where was anyone one really, she turned to run toward the screaming and she hit an invisible wall. She couldn't get through it no matter how many spells she through at it.

Then she heard it. That unmistakable Cackle. Sending chills down her spine, she felt as though she had been thrown into a bath of cold water.

" Looky, looooookyyyy, what I have found! Out here all on her own. No one to save you now, flithy mudblood. " Bellatrix sang out.

Hermione was trembling with fear. Her hands sweating and she reached for her wand, but it wasn't there. A memory flashed, herself breaking a wand that wasn't her own... It was longer and darker than her own vinewood wand. None of this made any sense. A loud crack brought her attention back to her current moment.

" Is the little mudblood scared? " Hermione nodded just slightly. " Good, you should be, you made me look like a fol, and now no one is here to save you and I am going to take my time with you. " Bellatrix spat.

Hemione felt the unmistake surge of pain brust like a water balloon through her body as Bellatrix point her want at her. The Curciatus Curse, it was like a million tiny flames licking your from the inside out. Flaming brust though her body, as she crumbled to the ground, a cry tore from her throat.

Suddenly as it came it stopped, Hermione curled into herself shaking, knowing she would die, but death could not come soon enough. She raised her eyes, and he was there. Paic witten clearly acrossed his face, sweat at his brow, he looked paler than usual. Standing just behind Bellatrix, staring at her. She knew he would do nothing. He never did, He was a coward, but than again at this moment she was too. Thoughts raced through her head, did they do this to him too? Is that why he was always suck a prat? Then Agagin the pain begin, as Bellatrix advanced upon her.

Bellatrix was right over her now, grabbing her arn taking out that Merlin forsaken knife. Diging it into her skin, this time though it hurt worse, because there was a scar already there. The blood, dripped off her arm falling to the ground, red just as the blood that would fall from them, at that moment she hated them, but she was far to terrified to say so...

Hermmione awoke cradling her arm, she was sobbing losing her mind, how could she ever do this. She wasn't strong enough, Merlin help her she was not strong enough for this, that is when she made up her mind, she would end it all. She would end it all.

Hermione walked into the bathroom and filled the tub leaving the light off, she undressed, slipping into the scolding water, she chuckled to herself, at least it wasn't as bad as the Curciatus. Sdhe lifting the razor, running it diagonally across her left wrist, and repeating with the other. Suddenly she heard the dorr blown in and foot steps through the room. The light flipped on and before her stood the same panic filled face that haunted her dreams. Before she blacked out she felt magic flowing over her, her very blood flowing back into her veins and the cuts healing themselves. She knew she hadn't succeeded. Oh well, there is always tomorrow right?