Dear Harry, or Ginny, or Ron, or whoever finds this first,

Don't look for me, because you won't find me.
Don't contact me, because I won't reply.
Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley, I'm looking at you, I'll be just fine.

I'd like to ask a favour, and I know that I don't deserve it, especially after leaving you like this, but please don't hate me too much.

I don't think I could survive that.

I'm so sorry for leaving you like this. Please understand it's the only way.

Don't forget me.

-Hermione x

Fred stood blankly in Ginny's room.

Well, it was Ginny's and Hermione's room, but since Hermione had packed up and left sometime in the last 3 hours, he assumed that it was back to being just Ginny's. She had left her side of the room bare, save for her cot and her goodbye note.

"FRED! I sent you up there 10 minutes ago! What's taking so long?! Dinner's getting cold, and eaten!"

Mrs. Weasley's shouting from the kitchen shocked Fred out of it enough that he could slowly make his way downstairs, with the parchment dangling numbly from his hand.

Entering the kitchen he stared at his oblivious family, before managing to croak out "She's gone"

He then promptly collapsed into a conveniently placed kitchen chair. George sat there with his mouth unhinged and salt continuously pouring onto his mashed potatoes. Both silent for once in their lives.