Title: Time Heals All Wounds
Summary: The war was over. They had won and everyone had moved on with their lives. Except for Hermione. Her own personal battle was just beginning. She had to choice between following the rules; or doing what her heart says.
Rating: M for language, dialog, violence
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Although I wish I did.
The war had been won, but not without heavy losses. Everyone had lost people they loved and cared about.
Hermione Granger had lost many people. Her professors, her friends, her family, her best friend and the love of her life. No, they hadn't all died, but sometimes death isn't the worst fate. Sometimes you try to do the right thing and it blows up in your face. After the war had ended and the remaining Death Eaters rounded up, Hermione had gone to Australia to find her parents and lift the charm. She found though that she had removed it, only to have her parents tell her that she had done an unforgivable thing and they told her—as far as they were concerned – she wasn't their daughter anymore. To Hermione, the fact that her parents didn't want it, was a fate worse than death.
She came home distraught from the visit with her parents, to the little flat she shared with Ron. Not long after she apparated in, he sat her down.
"What?" Hermione asked, sure she had heard him wrong.
Ron grimaced. "I don't love you."
The brave Gryffindor had tears in her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I've just said it, haven't I? I don't love you. I think I loved the idea of you. Having someone to fuss over me and take care of me. But I didn't love you. Kissing you; it's like kissing Ginny." Ron told her. "I'm sorry." He added, as almost an afterthought.
The devastated girl stood there, tears streaming down her blotchy face. Ron gave her a pitying look before apparating away.
That was the last she had seen or heard from him. Last she had heard he was sowing his wild oats in France. The only person she really had in her life was Harry. And while he may be there in body, he wasn't in mind. Harry had had a particularly hard time after the battle. Everything he had spent his whole life fighting—was gone. He didn't know what to do with himself. So he sat. He sat in the newly refurbished Potter Manor and blamed himself for every single death that had happened.
He just couldn't let it go. No one else blamed him, but he blamed himself for everything, and nothing Hermone said could change that.
She had moved in with him after she had arrived one day to find him past out drunk at the kitchen table.
This was Hermione Granger's pitiful life now. Playing babysitter to the 'savior of the world'.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
She was currently holed up in the Potter Manor library pouring over some ancient Runes texts. It was a little pet project of hers. If long distance time travel effected the brain.
She sorted through the little mountain of books until she found a particularly promising one titled 'Time Travel: The Effect It Has on the Body'.
"Well, that was oddly specific." She mused out loud. She flipped it open eagerly, ignoring the odd feeling she got just above her navel.
She began to read aloud to herself. "Time travel has many adverse effects on the-"
She stopped suddenly because her body was slowly disappearing.
"Harry! Harry!" She screamed.
The-Boy-Who-Lived skidded into the room, just in time to see her disappear completely with a 'pop!'.
AN: So I posted this to see who would be interested in reading it. So, let me know.
