"Greetings everyone. I have gathered you all here to say our final farewells to our lost loved ones, who had bravely fought in the war and believed in each of us here today so that we could finally be at peace. Yes, we are saddened to lose them, but they still live in each of our hearts and souls. We—" the priest paused his speech as he cried, as he spoke of his daughter who had a child, both were killed as they were trying to escape to safety.
"We will live on for them, for their sacrifices and hopes for the future. They will watch over us no matter what, we may not see them anymore or some could see them and interact with those who are no longer with us. Amen." The priest bowed as he turned and left, tears falling down his cheeks. Once everyone had left the funeral area, the young woman stayed quiet for a moment.
She stood up from her seat and she began to walk toward the gravesite in front of her, carefully reading each stone and bowing her head for each of them.
When she had reached her family and friends headstones, she collapsed to the ground.
Gut-wrenching cries tore from her chest as screamed into the open air.
With no one that knew her from both Muggle and Magical world, Hermione had felt more alone now than she did when she was 8 years old in her primary school, and throughout her Hogwarts years.
After making a difficult decision she quickly found an empty parchment and a quill with some ink left in its pot, inside her extendable bag. She signed it with her married name then underneath her real birth name.
Once she was done. she landed on her back and let out a few sobs. The loss of her friends, family and her soulmates. Her mates whom she barely knew, whom she had a bad experience with and those who had died before her time.
There were tears in her eyes and down her cheeks as she gazed at the vial in her hand. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. She twisted the cork off from the vial, the one that could take her back in time of her choice and won't bring her back to the original time. She sniffed the potion inside to make sure it's the right one before she down the vial.
The woman was gone with a bright light that had recently flashed in her direction. When the light had faded she was gone.
Hermione watched in awe as she was falling. The clocks around her were making ticking noises and they were in different shapes and different kinds of clocks.
Then her body glowed brightly as she concentrated on changing into each of her animagi forms until she decided to be in her fox form in case she was picked up. If someone that she doesn't like had picked her up then she would have run from the person to the one that she could trust or trusted back in her time when they were alive and well.
The letter that she had previously written was now in her mouth, she made sure to not soak the letter. When she landed on the ground, the letter had fallen out of her mouth and her world went black.