Early the next morning, while everyone was still sleeping, Hermione washed and dressed, quietly packed her trunk, reduced it, and put it in her pocket. Then she turned an old slipper into another trunk so that no one would realize that her belongings were gone and become suspicious before she had the chance to make her getaway.

Heading to the kitchen, she packed some food in her backpack as well as a flask, cup, bowl, cutlery, and a bottle of water. She made a gargantuan bowl of porridge and squeezed some fresh orange juice...and ate/drank them both Finished, she composed a brief note that stated that she had gone for a jog and would be gone for an hour or two, and not to wait breakfast for her as she would grab a bite while she was out.

Knowing that Gringotts wouldn't be open yet, Hermione jogged to a Muggle coffee shop and had an espresso. It was just what she needed to get her day started...lots and lots of lovely caffeine. Now that she was "out", she needed to make a plan. Grabbing her notepad and pen, she began to write: Gringotts - convert vault to Muggle money...get a new Muggle identity. What would that cost? And how much to keep her plans private and secret from Hogwarts, the Ministry, and the Order?

And then there was Knockturn Alley. Her wand had a trace on it...therefore, she needed to buy a replacement wand with an affinity toward dark magic...highly illegal as it would be unregistered AND thus untraceable! And while she was at it, she would get a new spare. Then as she left Diagon Alley, she would snap her original wand with the trace attached and leave the pieces on the ground for the Order to find.

With any luck, the Order would think that she had been caught by the Death Eaters and there was some sort of struggle. If they thought she was dead, they weren't likely to waste their time looking for her. She knew she should feel some sort of sorrow allowing Harry and Ron to think that she was dead...but she had it up to here with their superior, snobby attitude...always placing themselves first and her, dead last!

Not that any of this mattered anymore...with her parents dead, screw the lot of them...she no longer owed them any kind of consideration at all.