After the funeral Hermione packed up her trunk and left. She wasn't sure where to go. She had no one, no family of her own. There were plenty of people who cared, plenty who would welcome her with open arms and want to help her but she wanted her mother, she wanted Kiril. They were gone though. Stolen from her. So many lives lost so many people she'd cared about in a stupid war over a stupid reason, by a stupid kid who drove drunk and now from a stupid misunderstanding. Death had stolen too much from her this time and she wanted to curl up and die too. Instead she ran, she ran away from the memories and the pain, from all the people she'd loved so much. She tucked her wand into her trunk, boarded a plane and disappeared into the muggle world, it had taken her parents yes but the wizarding world, despite all it had given her had taken so much more, her friends, time with her parents, a goodbye, even their lives really, they'd never have been on that road, never been in Australia if it hadn't been to get away from the war. Now it had taken Kiril from her. The wizarding world and its anger, its hate and its wars had brought her a cloud of death and pain so she left it all behind. Took her trunk filled with all her worldly goods and walked away.
