She opened her eyes, and saw her best friend lying beside her. She felt so weak , so powerless and it angered her. This couldn't't be happening to her. Standing up, he legs almost giving under her light weight she headed to the bathroom. Tears spilled to the floor with each step she took. Opening the bathroom door she stepped quietly in and closed it.

She closed her eyes and opened them again looking back at her reflection. Hermione looked back at a thin, bushy haired, blood shot eyed, tear stained face of a girl. Disgusted with the image before her she tried to change the reflection my washing her face and pulling her hair back. As she looked into the mirror once again, it screamed at her that no matter what she did she would always be this lost, powerless, stupid, and weak. She hated herself for all she was and wasn't. In anger she thrust her fist at the reflection before her and shattered the glass. She slipped to the floor and looked at her hand it was deeply cut and bleeding with little pieces of glass imbed into her flesh.

Resting her head against the cool wall she looked up at the ceiling and sobbed. She cried for herself and her unborn child and how much she hated it, how much she hated herself for this, and most of all how much she hated the man who did this to her. Getting her emotions under control, she sighed. Sighed so deeply she felt her chest would burst. Placing a hand on her abdominal area, she felt sick with shame that she could ever hate the life growing inside her.

" I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'll fight for both of us. I'll be strong I promise. I'm just so weak, I can't do this, but I know I have to for you, and I will. I'll be the best mother I can be. No one will hurt you or me again. I won't let anyone ever harm you as they have me. I never wanted this, I never wanted to have a child so early in my life, and in such a way that I'll never be able to forget. I can't help but feel like I'm losing the fight against everyone. Please God help me, help be strong for my child." With that being whispered to the walls around her she stood up, and began to attend to her bloody hand.

After having taken out all the small fragments of glass and healed her hand the best she could, she returned to her bedroom. There she found Harry sitting on the bed waiting for her. She quickly hid her bandaged hand.

"Hermione...how are you?" He asked unsure of what to say.

She smiled weakly, "I've been better"

Nodding he stood up and told her he would return in a hour.He couldn't look at her in fear of breaking down and crying infront of her. He felt it was his fault. All of it was his fault. Making a excuse to get away he told a a half true half false lie, saying he had to attend to some things, as he said the last part he looked at her for a second.

She nodded and watched him leave. As quickly as she could, when she was sure that he had left, Hermione began to pack her clothing. She had to get away. She knew what would happen if she stayed. Harry would never leave her side, he would obsess over revenge. She couldn't stay and be his down fall. She loved him to much, more then she should. After she finished packing her bags, she began to get everything that was important to her. Jewelry, papers, and a few books. Sighing she looked down at her three very full bags and called a house elf.

The house elf looked at her oddly but didn't say anything.

"How can I help miss?" The little elf asked.

"Please send these bags to Nates France,do you know the place I'm talking about?"

Nodding, the elf spoke "yours parents home miss?"

Nodding Hermione smiled, "yes that one. Please take the bags there and return later for the rest of my things. One more thing , do not tell anyone where I have gone and be careful no one sees you when you return for the rest of my belongings. Thank you Losie." With a small pop her bags along with the House elf disappeared.

Stepping into the fire place she took a pinch of Floo powder and with a quick flash of green light she was gone. Her last thought as she looked around was forgive me, its for the bes . An hour later a man would enter this very room and find her gone. Leaving behind no trace of where she had gone or when she would return.