OKAY, SO THIS IS MY FIRST DRAMIONE FANFIC! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT!

Prologue

May 22nd, 1997

The afternoon sun shown down on The Burrow. The usually lively house was quiet as the Weasleys were mourning their dead. No one noticed the black-haired boy with glasses in the garden – sitting under a tree.

Yes, Harry Potter could not bear to meet the Weasleys after their huge loss. Sure – most of them were acting cheerful but Harry knew, that deep down, all of them missed their dear brother – Fred Weasley was indeed dead. And no one could do anything about it.

But unknown to Harry, there was another occupant of the house who was packing her things. She glanced outside and by chance saw Harry hiding.

"Harry".

Harry jumped and looked around.

"Hermione", he said with a fake smile plastered on his face. The smile did not seem to convince Hermione.

"I've been thinking...", she started, but then stopped as if she did not know what to say.

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I've been thinking, Harry and I've decided that I want to leave", she said.

"Leave?", he asked, not quite understanding her.

"Yes, leave. I have to go to Australia and find Mum and Dad... but... I am not returning as you are all thinking"

"Where are you going then?", Harry now seemed to understand her need.

She gulped before replying.

"The United States of America".


"WHAT?"

Ron's shout seemed to echo around for a few seconds while the rest of the Waesleys tried to grasp what she said.

"Yes, I have already got a place to live", Hermione replied.

It was that evening when Harry told her that she had to break the news. Everyone seemed to be having difficulty in understanding what she meant.

"B-but... w-wh-why?", stuttered Ron.

"I can't stay here anymore after what happened", she said.

"Don't you want to help and build back the Wizarding World?", asked Ron.

"I – I can't", said Hermione before the tears started and she ran out.

No one followed her as they respected her privacy.

"Ron"

Everyone looked up as Harry addressed his best friend.

"Listen, mate. I think you skould let her go", he advised him.

"But – but we are supposed to be dating"

Harry sighed before responding.

"She doesn't want to date you. Can't you see the look on her face?", he asked.

A 'thud' made them all look at the stairs.

"Harry's right, Ron. I can't", said Hermione as she stuffed her little beaded bag in her cloak pocket.

"What do you mean, you can't?", asked Ron.

"I am moving on. You should do the same. Goodbye", she waved to everyone as she turned on the spot.

"Hermione!", everyone shouted at the empty spot.

But it was no good. They all knew that she was somewhere in Australia by now.

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