Hermione didn't notice the lack of warmth in the bed, until she had finally blinked her eyes open and was staring at the ceiling. Usually the twins crawled into bed with her after she was asleep. It was an unspoken thing. It just sort of happened, but they weren't here. She could hear voices in the kitchen, and crawled out of bed groggily throwing on a robe, and heading toward the kitchen. It had been a week since the bombing on Ron incident, but here he stood in the kitchen with scars across his chest that would take magic to remove. She narrowed her brow as she saw Arthur standing by the door and her suitcase beside his feet. "He's come to get you Hermione." George said gently from the table, and her eyes widened.
"T-This is a joke right?" Her breathing became erratic as she looked between the twins. Betrayed. Hurt. She knew it was her fault. She should have never brought him back to where she was living. She should have done so much better, but now… There was nothing left to do. Fred threw is coffee cup in the sink and stormed from the room, and she was left to walk to her own personal hell.