After the wonder nitwits left Dumbledores office they went back to the burrow instead of going to Grimmauld place. They couldn't deal with Hermione until after the funeral anyways, but they needed time to plan.
"Mom MOM!" Ron hollered as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace into the Weasley's living room. "I suppose she's still asleep. Oh well, she'll find us in the morning."
Harry and Ron tromped up the stairs to Ron's room. Walking through the door, they both fell straight to bed. The next morning, they were woken up to Molly's screaming. "My baby is home! Ronald, Harry come down this instant."
"Well, that's our key to wake up Harry. Let's go down and see what mom has made us for breakfast. We can't tell her a thing about what Dumbledore's asked us to do to Hermione, though. You know she's still expecting me to marry the bitch." Ron shrugged on his t-shirt. "Might as well get dressed before she comes barging in the door Harry."
Harry rolled over, yawned and then got up to find his clothes at the foot of the bed. "Ok, we can stay here til after the funeral hopefully. Give the mudblood some peace and quiet. We'll lull her into a false sense of security and then that's when we strike. Maybe we should play it up and even apologize to her. You know she'll always welcome us back into the fold. She always does,"
Once both boys had gotten dressed and finished their plans, they ran down to the kitchen. "Mrs. Weasley thank you for having me." Harry laid it on thick. He didn't want Molly or Arthur to realize anything until it was too late.
"Oh, Harry dear, where's Hermione at? And you're welcome. Ronald chew with your mouth closed please. No one wants to see that." Molly had turned around. "A full English will be ready in just a jiffy boys."
"She was so upset after what happened to Sirius at the Ministry that Dumbledore sent her on to Grimmauld place. We were supposed to meet her there, but I just can't stomach being there yet. Do you mind if we stay here at least until after the funeral?" Harry didn't have to try too hard to bring unshed tears to his eyes.
"Oh, you poor dear. No of course I don't mind. You know you're always welcome hear. Do you want me to send a letter to Hermione and see if she wants to join us?" Molly went over to try and find parchment and a quill with ink.
"No, no mom that's ok. I think she said something about wanting to visit her parents. She probably only spent the night at Grimmauld and then she went to her parents' house. We'll catch up to her later." Ron was shoveling food in his mouth trying to fit one of everything in at once.
"The poor dear. If you say so Ron. I have some errands to run anyways in Diagon Alley. Is there anything you need me to pick up dears?" Molly was headed towards the fireplace. "Remember when you're done just put the dishes in the sink, they'll wash and dry themselves."
"No Mrs. Weasley. I think we're ok. Dumbledore said he would send our trunks along shortly." Harry finished his plate and stuck it in the sink, only for it to start washing itself.
Harry and Ron hung around the house all day. The funeral was set for two days from now, and they just didn't want to deal with anything. They had some potion ingredients to pick up in Diagon Alley anyways, but they didn't want to do that while Molly could catch them.
While Molly was out they decided to play a game of quidditch, but it was no good since there were only two of them. They really needed more friends who played quidditch. After flying around for a bit, they decided to go indoors and take a well-deserved nap. They could always go to the apothecary later when Molly came back. They'd come up with a perfectly good lie later on.
Meanwhile in London, in a grimy townhouse, Hermione was slowly waking up. She'd slept in Sirius's room. His pillow still smelled like him; the bed sheets were still rumbled like he had just gotten out of the other side of the bed. Hermione took one look at the light coming through the window and remembered everything. She remembered the fateful trip to the ministry and how the boys have been treating her.
Hermione tried her best not to cry, she felt like she was all cried out, but somehow the tears kept coming. She wanted to know why she was crying this much over someone who yes she had barely started dating who hadn't even really been given a chance with her. People didn't know about her and Sirus so why was she this upset.
A trip to the library should have the answers I'm looking for. I don't know if the Black library would have the answers, but they should. The blacks are an old pureblood family, they should have books about this, but they were dark wizards except for Sirius. Sirius would know why it hurts me so much, but he's gone. Hermione he's gone, you have to get over it, He wouldn't want to see you like this.
She had made up her mind. She was going to the library. There should be some book of something she could read in there. Books had never failed her before, and they wouldn't start now. First though she went down to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea and something to eat. Her stomach couldn't handle very much at all, so she just made herself some toast.
"Filthy mudblood is awake and in the kitchen. She's dirtying up Mistress's kitchen. Oh, the horror. What would Kreacher's poor mistress say if she could see her kitchen now. Mistress wouldn't allow this filth in her house." Kreacher slunk out of the kitchen. Hermione was sure he was going to talk to Walburga's portrait.
"GO ON THEN KREACHER! LET YOUR MISTRESS KNOW THAT THE POOR MUGGLEBORN IS IN THE KITCHEN MAKING SOMETHING TO EAT. LET HER KNOW I WON'T BE CLEANING UP AFTER MYSELF EITHER." Hermione would of course clean up after herself, but she'd had enough of Kreacher's mumbling.
"MJDBLOODS! FLITH STAIN! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. YOU ARENT WELCOME." Mrs. Blacks portrait started in on Hermione as soon as Kreacher opened the curtain to talk to her.
Hermione finished in the kitchen and stomped her way up to the portrait. "YES I AM IN YOUR HOUSE, BUT YOU'RE JUST A PORTRAIT YOU OLD HAG! DUMBLEDORE HAS GIVEN ME PERMISSION TO BE HERE! IT'S REALLY BEST IF YOU SHUT UP! IF NOT I SWEAR I'LL FIGURE OUT A WAY TO GET YOU OFF THE WALL!"
Mrs. Black was stunned silent. No one had every yelled like that at her before except for her son Sirius who she really didn't care for very much. He wasn't around though, and she couldn't figure it out yet. With Mrs. Black being stunned silent, Hermione was able to pull the curtains shut. She spelled them shut too. She didn't want to have to listen to Mrs. Black run her mouth anymore.
Once she was done shutting Walburga up, she went up put some proper clothes on and took her tea to the library. She had to see what books she could get into now. Proper use of potion ingredients, Potions and Charms, Spells and Charms Grade 7, Moste Potente Potions, Dark Arts and Those Who Weld Them.
There were thousands of books in the library and Hermione didn't have very much time to find anything at all. She really only had another day at the most. She finally picked up some book about soulmates and soul bonding. "This book is my last hope. Hopefully it has my answer about all these tears."
Hermione opened to a page somewhere in the middle of a chapter. True soulmates are hard to find, for most witches and wizards they never actually find their soulmate. If one soulmate whose unbound to their other half dies, the other half will slowly become depressed. They may try everything they can to be close to the person whose passed on. They will have uncontrollable bouts of crying; their sleep will also be disturbed. It's easier for them to become mad at simple things. Sometimes it's possible that the other person will get so depressed they'll die as well, other times they'll just live a half-life.
"Well, this is it, but I find it hard to believe that Sirius was my soulmate. Surely he would have known if that was the case." Hermione shut the book and put it back on the shelf she pulled it from. "The funeral is soon, I suppose I need to go get some robes or something to wear, but how they're going to have a funeral without a body is beyond me."
Hermione left the library and went up to her room to grab her money bag from her trunk. She had to stock up on her potions while she was in Diagon Alley, but the main thing was robes for Sirius's funeral and probably a pair for the reading of his will, if she was even allowed to go to that. She grabbed everything she needed for the trip into the town and left the house. She could floo back in if she needed too.
Hermione made it to the Leaky Cauldron and went inside. Tom the barkeeper, was behind the counter cleaning his glasses. "Hello Ms. Granger, shouldn't you still be in school?"
"Yes I suppose so, but Dumbledore let me leave early due to some personal reasons and such. I hope you have a good day Tom." Hermione went through to the back, so she could get into Diagon Alley.
The brick archway opened up and let her through. Hermione's first stop would be Madam Malkin's, hopefully she would have something appropriate to wear. She opened up the door only to run into Molly Weasley. Oh joy, I really didn't want to have to deal with this psychotic bint today. How do I get out of this?
"Hermione dear, how are you holding up? Ron and Harry say you've been upset. Are you sure you're ok staying in that house by yourself until the funeral? I could always come and stay with you." Molly was running her mouth as fast as she could possibly go like always.
"I'm ok Mrs. Weasley. Thank you though. I'll be ok there by myself. I'm just out running some errands and then I'll be headed to visit my parents. I'll see you at the funeral Mrs. Weasley. Tell the boys and Mr. Weasley I say hi." Hermione got away from Molly as fast as she could without being rude. "I'm sorry Molly, but I really have to go. I need some new robes. I'll see you later yes."
"Oh, ok dear. I didn't mean to hold you up. If you need anything please don't hesitate to ask me or Arthur dear." Molly Weasley grabbed her bags off the counter. "I'll see you at the funeral dear."
"Yes Mrs. Weasley I dare say you will. Thank you and if I need anything I will be sure to send you an owl." Hermione watched Molly walk out the door. She really couldn't stand the woman. She knew Molly would be taking Harry and Ron's side as soon as she found out what the boys thought about Hermione. She always took their side. No one was ever on Hermione's side.
"May I help you deary?" Madam Malkin had come from the back of the shop, when the door dinged.
"Yes, ma'am I'm in need of some new robes for a funeral. I was hoping I could find some I could take home with me today if at all possible." Hermione tried to smile at Madam Malkin, but it fell short.
"Oh dear, yes we do have some. Come with me and we'll see if we can't find you something appropriate." Madam Malkin motioned for Hermione to come to the back of the shop. "We keep all the formal and funeral wear back this way dear. Here we go, these few racks should do it. Let me know if you've found something you like."
Hermione looked through robe after robe until finally a black robe with silver moon and gold star popped out at her. This is it. I normally wouldn't wear something like this for the funeral in the muggle world, but something tells me that Sirius would love these robes.
"I'll try these Madam Malkin." Hermione pulled the robes off the hanger and took them to the podium in the middle of the store. She pulled them over her head. "I believe these are the ones Madam Malkin."
Madam Malkin took a look at the robes Hermione put on. "Yes dear I do believe those were made for you. They don't need any adjustments made to them. If you take them off I will take them up to the counter for you and check you out dear."
Hermione pulled the robes over her head and handed them to Madam Malkin. "How much do I owe you?" She pulled her change purse out.
"That's 15 galleons and 12 knuts dear." Madam Malkin held out her hand for the money Hermione passed over.
"Thank you Madam Malkin. I really appreciate it. You really helped me out of a bind here." Hermione grabbed her bag off the counter.
Hermione left the shop and left Diagon alley. She was headed to her parents for what she didn't know was the last time. She hadn't seen them in a while and wanted to catch up. Leaving the Leaky Cauldron, she turned on the spot and apparated to her parents' back porch.
She let herself into the kitchen and looked around. It looked like her parents were still at the dental practice. She didn't want to go there, so she just went upstairs and grabbed everything of her's and Crookshank's from her childhood bedroom. She shrunk everything down and put it in her pockets. Before she left she wrote her parents a note and left it on the counter.
Sorry I missed you mom and dad. Some things have happened at School, and I will be staying with some friends for a bit. If you need me, you can owl me like normal and I'll be able to reply. I wish I could have seen you today, but I was in a hurry. I love you both and I'll see you later.
Love your only child.
Hermione
Hermione left and she never realized she wouldn't see her parents alive again. She went back to Grimmauld Place and laid back down in Sirius's bed and cried herself to sleep.