Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, belongs to J.K. Rowling!
Hermione was running away from something. She wasn't sure what she was running away from, but she knew she was going to get the hell out of there and never look back.
She had never been the type of person to run away from things, always being one to stand and confront them head on, but this time had been different. This time had been enough.
'It hadn't started this way,' she thought as she sat back down on the bed next to the half packed bag of clothes she had started to fill. Tears leaked out of the corners of her shut eyes and made their way silently and steadily down her face as happy memories danced in front of her closed eyelids.
