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She had tried. Merlin knows how hard she tried. But she just couldn't do it anymore. So she did the one thing she had never done in her whole life, she quit. Hermione Granger quit.

She knew she needed to leave as soon as she could. She just didn't know where to go. So she pulled out a world map and pointed, ah the United States. She enlarged the image with a simple spell and pointed again. So Forks, Washington was to be her new home.

She left 48 hours later. She only had a few belongings she was taking, the rest she could purchase there. There were only a few people she needed to say goodbye too, and she left all the legalities of transferring her funds and such to a lawyer. The plane ride was dismal and much too long, but to Hermione it seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. As soon as she stepped onto the plane she was surrounded by swarms of people. She couldn't stop the flashbacks that came through.

She was surrounded on all sides by people. Some were dueling, some were fleeing, but most were dead. She looked through the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of black or red. Just a glimpse, she told herself and she'd be able to concentrate knowing that they were okay. Suddenly she heard someone yell,"Hermione RUN!" she turned and saw Ron dueling a deatheater, and saw another one advancing towards her. She ignored Ron and cast a quick Expelliarmus towards the deatheater. She turned back towards Ron as she saw a flash of green hit him. She had no time to react because projected she heard a voice exclaim, "HARRY POTTER IS DEAD!" Then she saw a figure coming through the trees carrying a limp figure. Behind him she saw Voldemort. She knew what she had to do while everyone was distracted from shock. She cast a silent spell and watched as the green light hit him. Chaos erupted tenfold as neither side was sure what to do. Both had lost their leaders. Hermione tried to go in and help capture the remaining deatheaters, but her fellow Order members had other ideas. Before her eyes all she saw was green and then subsequently red. It was a blood bath. Gone were the morals from the Order, and gone were the niceties of Avada Kadavra. Wizards were using the darkest spells, torturing everyone. She couldn't stand it a moment longer. And she saw no reason as no one would listen to a voice of reason so she did the only thing she could do; she left.

Abruptly she was taken out of that flashback as some annoying little kid kicked her chair. She looked up and realized that she was almost there; she had almost made it to her new home.

Hermione had only brought one duffel; she was a witch after all. After getting off of her plane she went to a used car dealership and bought an old Nissan pickup. Then she drove down the road several hours to Forks.

She had informed her lawyer the minute she decide she was moving that she would need a house. He had known her taste, because he had known her family for so long, and had immediately purchased a home on the outskirts of town. As she pulled in she marveled at it. It was a small light blue two-story with dark trim. As she went inside to investigate she found it would suit her purposes quite nicely. Then she pulled out her wand and set to decorating her new house. When that was done she went to her new bedroom and fell asleep even though it was only 4 in the afternoon.

AN: well heres the first chapter of my first fic, hope you like it. sorry it ended kinda lame, but I figured better kinda lame than a cliffie. Review and let me know how you liked it, seriously it will make my day :)