hello my friends.

here's the warnings that have been long awaited. these ones correspond to the ENTIRE STORY,not just the single chapter.

WARNINGS: hospitalization, illnesses, sexual scenes (graphic), torture flashbacks, mental illness, violence

the only warnings for the chapters that you'll see as we go forward is a warning for sex and the violence type stuff because i know not everyone wants to read stuff like that. as it stands, there are no warnings for this chapter alone.

Gone

Hogwarts castle was a buzzing scene when the war ended.

Families, parents, students, and Order members rumbled through the castle, not only immediately after but throughout the weeks after the war. Order members stayed to help monitor the wards, help rebuild the castle, and ensure that - hopefully - minimal panic ensued. Others crowded inside of the castle to aid the Order members, but also to mourn their loved ones and children, and take their children home - away from where death and destruction had just destroyed everything that the wizarding world had protected.

The castle had been destroyed after the war, along with the bridge and other surrounding areas.

The dorms and walls had been the first things reconstructed - aside from the wards.

Families had taken their loved ones home or buried them across the castle grounds as allowed by the new headmistress.

Minervera McGonagall had taken over once more as headmistress, and had spearheaded the efforts to rebuild the castle.

Hermione Granger had taken over conducting the warding repairs, while the rest of the castle had worked in tandem with the two, along with the families clearing out of the castle. Most previous sixth year and seventh year students remained at the castle to help the rebuild efforts, including the rest of the golden trio, Neville Longbottom, the Weasely family, Luna Lovegood, and well as numerous others.

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Harry Potter shouted for Ronald Weasely from their shared dorm room, his hands shaking as the paper floated from his hands and onto the floor.

"Ron? Get your arse in here, now. Hermione's gone," Harry shouted, his voice cracking.

"What?!" Ron breathed, breathless as he stumbled through the doorway of their old dorm room after running up the stairs from the common room.

"Look for a letter, quick."

"I don't understand, ma-"

"Shut up and look for a damn letter," Harry said, shooting a glare at Ron before starting searching Ron's bed anxiously.

Ron started rummaging through his trunk, his mind racing at what Harry had just said, trying to comprehend what was going on. His hand caught on the edge of a piece of paper folded into his sweater - the one his mom makes everyone for Christmas each year with an embroidered "R". Handing it to Harry, he sat back on his heels and watched his childhood best friend tear at the seal before reading the letter and letting out an anguished noise.

Picking up Ron's letter and his own, Harry handed the two to Ron and watched as the glow dimmed from his eyes as it clicked.

"Bloody hell. Where- where did she go?" Ron stuttered out, his eyes frantically searching the paper for any cues but finding none. Her writing was just as concise at it always has been.

"I don't know." Harry ran his hands through his hair as he ran through the possibilities.

After the final battle, Hermione had given her condolences to everyone and helped heal those damaged from the violence of the war - whether it be mental or physical damage. She had helped stabilize the wards outside of Hogwarts, her voice booming above everyone else's as she chanted incantations until her voice failed and she crumbled to her knees in exhaustion. After everyday of exhausting physical, mental and magical work, she would hug her best friends and and made sure they were OK, and then headed up to what was rebuilt of Gryffindor tower to her shared dorm with Ginny Weasely.

That day, a Tuesday, the two boys hadn't kept track of Hermione, figuring that she must've been OK enough to get through the day doing the same as the last without checking in on them.

Running to Hermione's dorm, shoving through everyone and anyone to get through the remainder of students helping the rebuilding process, Harry and Ron frantically threw open the door and searched the room from top to bottom. Her bed was made as per usual, and most of her things were packed away in her trunk or sitting on her nightstand like they normally were. Everything was in her orderly, neat fashion. Nothing looked out of the ordinary.

Searching through her trunk and belongings, Harry and Ron tallied up her missing items; her beaded purse, some clothing, her jewelry, her pictures, and her muggle and magical money stash that she normally kept in a locked boxed in her trunk that they had happened upon one time in their fourth year.

Starting to panic, they began running around the castle quizzing anyone and everyone about the whereabouts or glimpses of Hermione.

"I thought I saw a glimpse of her in the library three days ago, but I don't exactly know." said Ginny Weasely. "She's been so busy and none of us have really stopped moving since... well, since the world stopped moving. She's normally in the dorm by the time I'm asleep, and out by the time I'm awake."

"I haven't seen her since the memorial services on the grounds," said Neville Longbottom.

"I thought she was with the two of you," said Minevera McGonagall. "Why, what's going on?"

"Haven't seen her," said George Weasely, laying in his bed facing the wall.

"She hasn't been around recently, but you might want to avoid all of the nargles around you. They seem to be crowding the two of you," said Luna Lovegood.

Everyone who was asked had no idea where Hermione had gone, only noting some of the particular instances that her bushy hair had been seen floating around.

Most everyone who stayed after the battle was secluded from the rest of the castle during the week after the war. If they weren't helping rebuild, they were in their old dorm or an available one trying to keep hold of their sanity while encompassed by memories and emotions that threatened to tear at them. No one would've noticed that Hermione hadn't showed up, purely because everyone was gone anyways, and she hadn't stopped moving like the rest of them.

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Hermione was able to secure her own portkey, but it was a difficult task. She had stolen one from the ministry long ago, before she even knew that she had to go on the run with Harry and Ron. But learning how to get it to go where she needed it to take her was the difficult task.

She had packed her bags before the sun had risen on Tuesday morning, which was an easy task as all she needed were her valuables - her few items of jewelry, her photos, and her currency - and a change of clothes. Stuffing them all in her bag before the next wave of nausea hit her, she grabbed the portkey and waited until it whisked her away, taking one last glance at the room behind her and the roommate that she had come to view as her sister.