Months after the war ended, people began to pick up the pieces that they called their life. The dead were buried, and homes were being rebuilt. Slowly, yet surely, the wizarding community was returning to its glory before Lord Voldemort came back from the dead. Nearly everybody was making an effort to pull not only themselves, but their friends back together again. All except one witch.

Some allowed her to take her time, knowing her role. Others deemed her just the same as the others. Her friends talked amongst each other, all with the common goal to help her realize it was time. None of them wanted to be the one to approach her with the truth. Eventually, they decided to talk to her as a group.

"Hello everybody, what's going on?" she asked when the talk was to begin.

"We need to talk," the brave soul who decided to jump into the conversation as soon as possible began.

"So let's talk, Harry. Or is this something you need to talk to me in private?" She looked around the room at the audience she now held.

"No, actually, all of us have been talking, and we need to discuss this as a group," Harry continued. "We think it is time."

"Time? Time for what?"

"Damnit, Hermione. You know what I mean," Harry ran his hands through his hair, grabbing it in frustration. "It's time you go to Australia."

Hermione looked at her friend, noticing how he was changing from a boy to a man. She was at a loss for words. Was he really telling her what to do? Her eyes wandered around the room, looking into the eyes of Ginny, Molly, George, Ron, Kingsley, and a few other members of the order.

"I... I am not ready,"she stammered. "And what makes you think you know what is best for me?" Her gazed stopped at Ginny, who cleared her throat.

"'Mione, you have not been yourself ever since you sent your parents there. And the war is over. In fact, it has been over for months. All the people who could have hurt them are either dead or in Azkaban. There is no need to keep them there and suffer for it here." Ginny sighed as she finished her piece of the intervention.

"Ron, please don't tell me you are siding with them," Hermione locked eyes with him. Tears welled up when he swallowed hard and looked away from her. "No! I said I would go when I am ready, I am not ready yet!"

"Oh? And do tell me when you will be ready? You told me once you brought them back and got everything sorted you would give 'us' a chance. I am waiting, Hermione, but I won't wait forever." Ron's demand hit her hard, sending the tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked back at Harry, who seemed to be the most sympathetic at the moment.

"When do you want me to have this done by?" She asked no louder than a whisper.

"We want you to leave by the end of the month. Kingsley has made arrangements with the Australian Ministry to allow you to floo to and from, as long as you leave before the month's end."

"That does not give me much time to get things ready before I leave," Hermione whispered. "I need to find all the papers I had of where they would be located, as well as everything else I need to gain their trust. Oh why did I alter my memory on where I hid those papers?" Her rambling continued as she began to frantically pace the room. Everyone began to get more and more concerned for the witch, when all of a sudden she stopped.

"Ok, so who have you picked to accompany me? To make sure I am actually doing what I am being 'told' to do?" she asked with air quotations. She looked at her audience, almost demanding the one to step forward. When nobody moved, she looked back at Harry. "Well, out with it!"

"We did not choose anybody. We did not know if you wanted to bring somebody, or who, let alone if you want anybody along. It's all your choice." Hermione let out a sigh of relief as she realized she had a say in one part of this.

"Good. I want to do this alone. And don't you dare think about trying to follow me. If I catch you, I will make it so you would wish you never pushed me into this." A sharp crack errupted from her sudden disaparation. Harry looked at everyone, a slight chuckle emitting from his chest.

"Well, that went better than expected."

Hermione aparated in her flat, looking instantly for the beaded bag she was so accustomed to having. She dumped out all the contents in it to get a fresh start for the new journey. She laughed a little when she pulled out the camera that contained the pictures from their Horcrux Hunting Adventure. She checked to see how many pictures were left on the roll of film, and realized there was only one space left. She decided to take a self portrait, and proceeded to remove the film.

While putting the film back in its canister, she suddenly remembered that they had to get developed. There was no way she would be able to take it to a muggle photo center, she had no idea if there were pictures of magical items or questionable activity. Her mind raced trying to remember if there was a wizarding photo developer. There had to be. And then an idea popped into her head.

After writing a quick note requesting help, she sent the small owl who had been given to her by Harry out with her note. She began to pack clothes back into her bag when her owl returned with a response. Colin Creevy had agreed to help her develop her pictures, asking if she wanted them to move or not. Penning her reply, she grabbed an envelope and placed the roll of film in it gently. The owl flew off into the distance, and Hermione smiled, excited to see what was waiting for her.

Once all the odds and ends she wanted to bring with her were packed, Hermione began to think deeply about where she hid the information regarding her parents hiding place. She looked in all the drawers of her desk, took every book off the shelf, flipping through the pages in anticipation that she would find it stuck between two pages. With no luck, she got an idea that she knew she did not like. She knew she would have to visit her parents house.

Grabbing the beaded bag, Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "No time like the present," she said to herself as she disaparated once more.