It felt as though she was being transported by a portkey, but ten times worse. A few moments later it all stopped and she was standing in a forest by a creak. The forest was near Godric Hollow. The forest consisted of mainly evergreens, but a few oaks grew in it. It had wide spaces between the trees, giving you a clear view of your surroundings. By the creak that was almost as wide as Hermione was tall was a rock, big enough to fit four people comfortable. Hermione found comfort here when Harry, Ron and her were hunting Horcruxes. She hoped she could find comfort in it now.
Hermione sat on the rock by the creak remembering Harry and Ron sitting there with her what seemed like years ago. That was before things turned for the worst.
It was near October when they had found the clearing. The Golden Tri had first set up the tent. After they sat on the rock, deep in their own thoughts. Ron was the first to speak. "I wonder who owns this land?"
Harry and Hermione shared a look before looking over at Ron. "Planning on buying it Ron? I bet Luna would love living out here in the wilderness. She would have lots to do, warding the house against Nargles and other creatures that may do you harm." Harry said, chuckling at Ron's blush. "As a matter of fact, I was thinking along the same lines. It would be a nice place to live, lots of privacy. We wouldn't have to worry about muggles showing up, seeing us perform magic. Me and Luna could raise a big family here, host big family dinners too. Mom would be happy with that."
"That is a great idea Ron. Mrs. Weasley would love it. Though I bet you were highly considering yourself being able to play quidditch whenever you wanted, this area being so secluded from society. " Hermione replied with a wry smile, looking at her boys. Harry and Ron both had matured a lot since they began their hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes. Harry's green and Ron's blue eyes both shined with maturity that had never been there before. Those eyes had seen to much that should not have been seen by boys so young.
"Hell Yeah!!" Ron exclaimed making all three laugh loudly.
There would not be anymore good times like that, where they would sit, just enjoy each others company, taking comfort just from each others presence. Hermione was the last of the Golden Trio.
Hermione flicked her wand, showing the date as Thursday June 26 1976. She had made it to the right time. Now she had to take care of her injuries. Hermione had learned all she could about healing when she was at Headquarters and the Burrow. She quickly healed her broken wrist, ribs, and other deep cuts. She decided to leave the minor cuts and bruises to heal on their own.
Hermione got up from her rock and decided to clean herself up before going to London to find a job. She repaired her robes and muggle clothes and washed her face and hair. Looking presentable she apparated to London.
Arriving in London, she picked up a newspaper, turning to see what help was needed. After selecting a few jobs that looked appealing, she turned to the weather, checking to see when the next full moon was. Hermione would have to figure out what to do during those nights.
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