DISCLAIMER: I am not J.K. Rowling and i do not make any type of profit from this story.
A/N: This is told in Hermione's point of view.
I'm free. I'm released from my chains. I'm released from my postion as the perfect student, the one with all the great grades. I'm free from being the girl who listened all the time and never got to tell her own problems. I, Hermione Jean Granger, was leaving.
I knew I needed to do this since the end of our sixth year at Hogwarts. What was I thinking, planning on running off with Harry and Ron. Most people, Harry and the Weasleys, wouldn't accept my leaving. That's why I decided leaving this way. The old fashioned way, where some handsome guy swept a young lady off of her feet and they lived happily ever after. I knew my fairy tale wasn't coming. I accepted that, a long time ago.
As I picked up my travel case, I took a last sweeping glance across my apartment. I saw the dishes, still dirty in the sink. My clothes I wouldn't be needing, still in the hamper. A glass of wine I indulged in before coming to a final decision. A letter folded three times on the kitchen table, hopefully my goodbye would be sufficient in my deep request that nobody comes looking for me. I turn back around, toward the door. I needed to leave, soon. I opened the door and stepped out into the small hallway. As I walked down the stairs, I didn't let the thoughts I knew would come later rest in my thinking. I waved goodbye, for the last time, to the friendly doorman I had spent so much time talking to. He nodded back. I couldn't help but see something in his eyes, a strange type of knowing what I was doing, a sense of understanding why I was doing it.
I walked to my car and started driving to the aiport. I had booked a flight to Greece earlier that week. I was surprised Harry or any of the others hadn't noticed anything different within the last couple of weeks. I figured with the hunt for the Horcruxes looming so near in the future Harry would be too focused on trying to come up with some sort of plan and Ron had never been too good at judging emotions before.
I had been to airports many times before this. My mom and dad loved to travel and I often went just for some type of relaxation. The airport employee directed me to a spot in the parking garage. As I opened my back door, I felt a breeze in the air. I shivered slightly, pulling my trench coat tighter around my body. My luggage was light, thankfully. As I walked through the airport doors and towards security , I realised this was it. I could turn back, but I didn't want to. My life with the Order, the Weasleys, and everyone else was just so complicated. I wanted a fresh start. A place where I could be me. Not Hermione Granger, Prefect. Not Hermione Granger, the overachiever. Not Hermione Granger, best friend of Harry Potter and Ron Wealsey. Not Hermione Granger, a third of the Trio. Not Hermione Granger, smarterest witch of my age. I was Hermione Granger. No strings attached, no labels, no nothing. It was a fresh start. A time when I could be what I wanted to be. not what everyone expected me to be.
As I passed throuh security and boarded the plane, I felt something change. I don't know what it was exactly. Maybe the feeling of being me, just me. when the plane took off from the runway, I felt butterflies in my tummy. A feeling I rarelt felt. Apparently fell asleep sometime on the flight. When I opened my eyes, I first saw the sun, shining brightly. Everyone started to get up and out of their seats, heading for the exit. I grabbed my carry-on and exited the plane. I stepped out of the plane, and felt the sun shining on my face. I looked up at the sky and for some strange reason, i felt like I belonged here. Finally, somewhere where I could be me.
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