Hermione stared at the issue of Witch Weekly that lay on the table. On the front cover Ron snogged, and snogged again, a blonde witch. Bastard. Hermione was only 23 and looking after her 4 year old son Hugo while big Mr Auror got to go out and party. That was the last straw.

Luckily, Ron and Hermione had never married so they wouldn't have to go through the hassle of divorce. Hermione packed all of her and Hugo's belonging in her trunk that had an expansion charm on the inside.

"Hugo! Come on, we're leaving." Just as a final touch, she put down a piece of parchment next to the issue of Witch Weekly. It had song lyrics on it, but Ron wouldn't know.

I gotta shake you off

'Cause the lovin' ain't the same,

and you keep on playin' games

Like you know I'm here to stay

Hermione took one last look at the flat she had lived in since she was 18. Then she and her young son left.