A/N: This is my new story that I have been working on the past couple of weeks and what really brought me back into writing. I have the first couple of chapters done, and I hope to finish it! This chapter is very short, but is crucial to knowing the background. Really interesting story-line though, I promise!
-rainbowcoloredballoons
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters associated with it.
The war had ended and Harry was dead. Ron had been imprisoned with his family in a camp Voldemort had set up for muggle lovers and Hermione was no longer sure he was alive. Dumbledore had been crucified publically for Voldemort to show the world his defeat. After she disappeared a group of Death Eaters ransacked her parents' house and murdered them both, adding their bodies to the piles of muggles and mud bloods. She had been in hiding with the Lovegood's for quite some time, but fled when they kidnapped Luna in search of her.
Now, she tried to leave the country but Death Eaters were at every border waiting for her. She survived by robbing muggle homes for food and making shelter in wooded areas. The wand that had accompanied her seven years through Hogwarts had been lost long ago during a struggle with Bellatrix, whom Hermione managed to kill shortly after.
With no wand and very little nutrition, Hermione had grown sick and would not make it much longer. Every day she hoped to be found and helped, and some times, she hoped she would be killed. Voldemort had created his own holocaust and she was barley outrunning his vile army.
Eventually Hermione became too weak to travel. Collapsing under a group of trees Hermione stared into the branches remembering her years at Hogwarts with her two best friends. Dreams filled with memories made her smile as she slept. Other times nightmares filled her mind and made her writhe in pain.
Then, one day as the sun began to set and Hermione had been lying under the same cluster of trees for two days, she heard footsteps. Too weak to look around or even scream for help, she just waited and prayed. Prayed to live, or prayed to die.
"What a lucky day for me," said an all too familiar voice.
Hermione smiled. She was saved.