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Landing in a clearing, she didn't pause to try and fix all of her injuries. If she didn't get warmth and shelter it wouldn't matter if she fixed her injuries, she would die of hypothermia.

She started with her usual spells and then did every single other spell she could think of, knowing that she wouldn't have the energy in a long while to protect herself.

After that she fell to her knees, too tired to stand. Rummaging through her beaded bag she finally found the tent. Experienced by now, it only took her a minute to get it up and in perfect condition.

She crawled the few meters between her and the tent, collapsing on the inside of the flaps. With a mutter and tired flick of her wrist, she had the tent closed and put up warming spells.

Plunging into the bag again, she retrieved a blood replenishing potion and downed it hoping it would be enough with her enormous blood loss.

She had also found her bottle of dittany and smeared some over her various wounds. She knew the rough treatment meant the scarring would be that much worse, but she had no way of getting medical attention, and she was all alone.

Curling into a fetal position she started crying. A few seconds later she collapsed with exhaustion, the welcoming blackness taking over her.

Hours later she woke up to the sound of an owl hooting. She could swear it was daylight, her body hurt from sleeping on the floor. A little later she had managed to get to the bed that still smelled off all of them.

She woke again, aching and thirsty. This time, all she managed was drinking some water before she again collapsed to the sound of an , she regained full consciousness, and her body protested against going on an empty stomach. They had been out of food again before the snatchers had taken them. She didn't know who's turn it was, but being all alone meant it didn't really matter.

With a trip to the bathroom and drinking some more water she checked on her wounds.

They had stopped bleeding but looked like they would become nasty scars later, the Mudblood one, in particular, standing out. She cleaned them again and changed out of her ruined clothes.

Walking outside she realized she had chosen a location close to a tiny village that thankfully had heaps of food. There were a quaint bakery and a grocery store she could get food from. It was late in the day, though, so she would have to either steal food or see what they had recently thrown out.

She packed the tent, surmising that she needed to keep moving. She had no idea if they were getting close to her or not, or who was looking for her.

Before collapsing the wards she put the invisibility cloak over herself, just to be careful. There wasn't much she could do with the traces of her staying in the clearing, it had snowed that night but none of it had come within her dome of protection.

Finding the village wasn't hard, but the shops seemed to have changed. There was now no grocery shop or bakery in sight. But there was a pub that seemed to be closing early, or maybe she had been walking for longer than she thought. She saw a man go out back and throw out some food.

In her starved state it looked delicious, so she grabbed most of it. When she saw the owl nearby she panicked, thinking this might be a wizarding village, or had some residing there. Without much more thought she ran.

It took her a couple of streets down before she realized it would be much simpler to just apparate.

The next place was not ideal, but she was getting fatigued after being fed. The tent was hastily put up before she scrambles inside and into bed.

Waking up she felt like she had wasted so much time. Vowing to not spend more time than necessary when it came to sleeping, she set out to find a way to figure out what had happened.

Wracking her brain came up with little result. She was still the most wanted muggleborn in Britain, even if Harry was still kept captive, she wouldn't even dare think that he could be worse of.

Her heart ached to think about Ron lost too, her hope for him being fine had started to dwindle, and just when she had forgiven him, at least in her heart.

But she hadn't told him, not properly.

Shaking herself out of her misery, she thought about her options.

She could go back, but the place would still be crawling with death eaters, and she had no way of knowing the layout of the place, or a way of getting information. The place was probably warded up so tight not even a fly could get in.

She could try and get to Hogwarts. There the wards would let her in, but she had the same issue with death eaters. Also, showing up without her two best friends and only knowing what little she did, her other friends would not be happy to see her.

She could try and get to the order. But they had already tried that with Luna's dad, and that had been a disaster.

Luna is probably still held captive somewhere.

With a sinking heart, she realized another of her friends was missing.

The Weasleys would be a good place maybe, but they were under heavy surveillance, and showing up there without her friends, would be worse than at Hogwarts. She didn't know any other houses of the members either.

Her best option would be the same thing Ron had done, the thing that in a way landed them in that position. She had to try the radio.

For what felt like weeks, Hermione stayed vigilant next to the radio, muttering the member and alias of everyone in the Order of the Phoenix. She also finished her translation of "Tales of Beedle the bard" from runes, hoping it might allude to a plan Dumbledore had hidden within the pages. But there was nothing more, only children's stories that gave her little comfort.

At nights she'd toss and turn, thinking of all the things that might have happened to them, blaming herself and avoiding facing the fact that she had killed somebody.

When she became so thin her bones started protruding, and she still didn't have any luck, she decided to risk exposure.

She found the last drops of polyjuice and took out the cloak. She would venture to Diagon Alley, hoping to find news there.

She apparated down the street from the pub and snuck through it in the shadows. Everything seemed so different, but Hermione was too tired, too hungry and unwilling to see that the world was not right. Her deepest fear was that she had been away for months and now the world was under Voldemort reign, all her friends dead or captured.

She snuck in after drinking the polyjuice potion. When she smelled Tom's cooking and heard her stomach growling, she couldn't help but sit down and order a meal.

Her tiny frame could only just handle half of the meal, so she scooped the rest in a plastic bag to save for later when she was sure the waitress was looking away.

With a start, she looked at the clock to see herself running out of time. Looking around in desperation she spotted a newspaper left behind and snagged it.

The headline reported more muggles under attack from you know who.

She briefly relaxed, the headline meant the world wasn't under Voldemorts control, he must not have gotten a hold of Harry.

Out of time, and knowing she couldn't risk being discovered, Hermione fled.

She brought the newspaper with her but never bothered to look at the date.

promise the next Chapter has way more action, this is lacking I know sorry about that... felt like it needed this though. Next Chapter is probably going to be up on Sunday or Monday, depending on how crazy this weekend gets. My other story (My Father the Dark Lord) will be updated tomorrow I think...

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