After having a second coffee, she decided to head for Gringotts. Walking into the goblin bank, she bowed and asked to have a private conversation with Ragnok over a personal matter. The goblin behind the counter nodded his head and led her back to a small room deeper in the bank. He told her that Ragnok would be with her momentarily. Once Ragnok was in the room, Hermione bowed deeply and after straightening back up, extended her hand saying, "Good-morning, Mr. Ragnok."

The goblin looked shocked that Hermione would bow to him...that any witch or wizard would bow to him. Flustered, he bowed back just as deeply as she had. Hermione came straight to the point. "Mr. Ragnok," she said.

Ragnok interrupted her. "Just Ragnok is fine, Miss Granger."

"Thank you, Ragnok, and then Hermione is fine for you too." And then she continued, "Last night, the Death Eaters murdered my parents. I obliterated their remains and what was left of the house as no one would know what had truly happened if there was no evidence left at all. The Order could have protected my parents but they disregarded my concerns...and then, thanks to careless words from a member of said Order, the Death Eaters learned where my parents were and butchered them."

Continuing she said tiredly, "I am tired of fighting, Ragnok. No matter what I do, I will never get any credit for the good I do and even if I am not responsible for the bad, I get the blame for that. I will always be a third class citizen in Wizarding Britain and if it wasn't for my magic and this stupid wizarding war, my parents would still be alive. It's time for me to go. I want to liquify the contents of my vault into Muggle money and discreetly transfer it to a Muggle bank account." Hermione didn't bother to mention that she already had a Muggle bank account...her parents had set up a trust fund for her a very long time ago.

And then she said, "Oh, and I need some unregistered, untraceable wands that have an affinity for dark magic...I think I need to go to Knockturn Alley to acquire them. Could you give me some idea how much each wand should cost and where I should go so I don't get taken advantage of and/or robbed."

Continuing she said, "And...I need some Muggle identification that reflects my true age as a legal adult as I used a Time Turner in my third year and am now older than my biological age of 17 so I can blend back into the Muggle world. In addition, I will need a complete set of school transcripts that are converted to those of a private Muggle boarding school.

"Further," she said, "Is there some way that all of this can be accomplished discreetly...meaning that the Ministry, the Order, and Hogwarts don't find out where I am going or what I have done? And for any owls sent to me...can they be intercepted by Gringotts so they can't track me down?"

Ragnok replied. "You have shown great respect toward me in bowing before me and offering your hand. I am inclined to help you. Gringotts has a few unregistered wands for "special circumstances". I believe that your current situation qualify as a special circumstance. It will cost you twenty galleons for each unregistered, untraceable wand...and for the identification, another 50 galleons."

"As for blocking the Ministry, the Order, and Hogwarts from knowing what has happened to you, that will be free. They have been disrespectful once too often and it will be a pleasure to put one over on them. Now if you will wait here, I will make the arrangements you are seeking. Oh, and Miss Granger, if you ever need assistance, just contact me and I will do the best that I can for you."

Hermione recognized the honor he had bestowed on her, stood up and once again bowed low before the goblin, before thanking him profusely.

Half an hour later, Ragnok returned to the room bearing a sheaf of documents. "First, Miss Granger, I need you to sign here for the conversion of your vault to Muggle money...then here for the money to be transferred to a Muggle bank account. This one is for your change of identification...and this is the receipt for the unregistered wands. Oh and here are the wands."

"Also, this letter informs Hogwarts that you will not be returning to Hogwarts in September. If you sign it now, I will have it owled to Hogwarts one week before your scheduled return. I doubt you want them to start wondering what has happened to you before it is necessary. Is everything acceptable, Miss Granger, or perhaps I should say, Miss Harmony Temple."

Hermione was busy signing documents but she lifted her head and said, "Thank you very much, Ragnok. Everything is perfect and I am so grateful for your assistance."

"Miss Temple, you shouldn't even consider staying in Muggle London...you need to wear a glamor and find a quiet, isolated spot that isn't likely to run afoul of Death Eater scum," Ragnok said earnestly. "You aren't likely to be found if you stick to busy, Muggle vacation spots...find a good spot where there is a strong community feeling and get involved with community activities. You won't stand out if you merge into the background of your chosen community. And as I said earlier, if you get into trouble or need assistance, please contact me as soon as you can."

"Ragnok, I am so grateful for your help and your advice. I won't take up anymore of your valuable time. I pray that your vaults increase daily. Good-day, sir!" Standing up, Hermione/Harmony handed some documents back to Ragnok, others she put inside her backpack. Again she bowed lowly before backing out of the room, then turning to leave the bank. As soon as she was outside Gringotts, she discreetly snapped her traceable wand and casually dropped the pieces.

Stepping into an alley, Hermione casts a glamor charm on her face so she looked plain and not memorable in any way, shape, or form. She even cast a notice-me-not spell on herself. Then, picking up her backpack, she spun on her heels and apparated off to an old cottage in windswept part of southern England that had been left to her by her granny. More importantly though, no one knew that she owned it! Hopefully, she would be able to find the solace of peace and quiet she had been looking for...or so she hoped.