"Remove yourself and that woman from this home Ronald Weasley! I never want to see you again!" Hermione screamed at her boyfriend/fiancée of two years.
"Hermione! It's not what it looks like!" Ron shouted frantically.
"I will give you until tomorrow to pack your things. After that I swear I will use fiendfyre on them." With that, Hermione Granger left the house that she had lived in for the last year and a half. She apparated to the one place she could relax.
When Hermione was nineteen, she was very depressed from the war. She couldn't get over Percy dying. All of the Weasley's were upset, because after all, they might get angry at him once in a while, but they truly loved him. Even Fred and George got depressed because he was their older brother; he always looked out for them. So, she was thinking about the place that her parents had taken her when she was about thirteen.
Her parents had taken her to the Wakonda (Wy-uh-conda) State Park in northeast Missouri. It was filled with lush green forests and beautiful lakes. It was near/on the Avenue of the Saints, a highway in Missouri. It was also right outside of La Grange, Missouri, a quaint riverside town that only had one restaurant, and that restaurant was also a casino. She conjured up the tent that she, Harry, and Ron used during the Horcrux hunt and rented a camping space. She decided to stay there for a while.
She wrote a letter to the Weasley's and her parents so that they wouldn't be worried.
I'm sorry that this was so sudden. But I do not think that I could stand to be around Ronald at this moment in time. He really broke my heart, how could he pick SUSAN BONES over me? I'm sorry that I'm springing this on you. If you want to find me or need to find me, Fred will know where I am. I showed him this place right after the war when he grabbed my arm while I was apparating. Love, Hermione.
She called her owl, Aurora, a barn owl, and tied the identical letters to her leg.
"One is to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the other is to my parents. You know where to go. Take any breaks you need to, okay, Love? I'm sorry for making you fly this far, but I really can't help it."
After that, she set to work setting up the tent. She preferred to do everything by hand, after all, it's done the best by hand. She honestly couldn't think of anybody lazy enough to do everything by wand. When it was set up, she stepped inside.
"This is a mess!" She whispered under her breath. She pointed her wand at the room, as she was very tired. "Scourgify!" She watched as the dust wiped itself up and everything turned spotless. Even after nine years of magic, it still amazed her. When she was little she played with sticks pretending that they were wands, but it wasn't the same as now. Now she could truly work wonders, and she was grateful for that, even if others took it for granted.
She lay down in the main bedroom and thought about her life so far. She planned to become an auror, but after everything that happened during the War, she couldn't fathom anymore death or destruction. So she changed her goals, and started as an apprentice to the mental health wardens in St. Mungo's. She was due to become an actual healer in about three years; she still had a lot to learn. Hard to believe, right? No, she didn't actually need a job, because she had been rewarded with a handsome sum of money by the ministry; but what else was she to do with her life? Yes, she planned to have kids someday, and then she would take a break from work. But she would resume again when her kids started Hogwarts. She wanted four kids, at least. Not one, she hated being a single child. Not two, too much rivalry between the two for attention. Not three, where the middle child would always felt left out and neglected. But four, where there would two middle children to comfort each other and a youngest and oldest. The perfect number for her.
She fell asleep thinking about the future, and about how her childhood was ripped from her, and what little time she had as an actual child was very short. It was around one thirty in the morning when she heard a small pop! and was being kissed on the forehead very gently. She jolted awake, she was a light sleeper because she had to be. You never knew when a Death Eater might attack you in the middle of the night.
"Fred, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, trying to calm her heart rate down.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay, which I don't think you are because your eyes look like Pygmy Puffs. Come here," He said, holding out his arms.
Hermione jumped into his arms, and breathed in his milk chocolate-y scent.
Home.