I had made my choice a long time ago and had hoped to never be found again. I Hermione Granger had given up on the world of magic and resorted to the life of a muggle. No magic, no owls, and no contact with wizards at all. Harry and Ron didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t want them to find me. I was afraid, afraid of what lay inside me. Afraid of the power that I possessed, afraid of the damage I could do and of the lives I could destroy.
My job as an assistant librarian was an uninteresting one. Since I was only eighteen they didn’t trust me with much. Usually I spent my time shooing out the young boys who came to stare at the young girls in the library. They always chatted amongst themselves and made it hard for the young girls in question to concentrate.
I thought I was safe and that no one could find me. Obviously I was wrong. It had been a beautiful warm summer’s day and I reluctantly got up to go to work. I put on a tight fitting grey shirt and a pair of jeans before heading out the door of my apartment. I let myself get lost in the crowd of people and smiled to myself as the library appeared from around the corner.
“Hello Kara,” the head librarian Mary said to me. I nodded in greeting. I had taken up a new identity when I came to the small town I now inhabited. Kara Lexington was now my new name. There was no way you could link Hermione Granger to Kara Lexington. Or so I thought.
I made my way to the back of the library and began to stack books on some shelves. I had gotten at least half way through when I heard Mary speak.
“Hello, how may I help you?” Her voice rebounded around the near empty library; no one usually came so early.
“Hello, I’m looking for Kara Lexington,” a familiar voice said. Where had I heard that voice before?
“She is in the back,” Mary said and footsteps echoed towards me and I kept my back firmly to them. I picked up another book and placed it on the shelf, ignoring the person who stood behind me. My neck prickled and I could feel their eyes on me. The person cleared their voice.
“Um, Kara Lexington?” the familiar voice asked.
“Yes, is there something I can help you with?” I asked keeping my back turned to the person.
“Yes, I believe there is. Can you show me where the books on magic are?” The mad asked, for now I was sure to voice was male. I nearly froze in place, but caught myself.
“Um, what kind? Fantasy or Historical Fiction?” Hoping my voice didn’t give away my nervousness. Maybe this was just some person that was looking for books on fake magic. Then why would they have asked for me? No, this was something more then fantasy.
“I was looking for the real kind,” the voice said.
“There is no such thing as magic,” I said laughing slightly. My back was still turned to the man.
“Oh really? If I remember correctly you could throw a pretty mean jinx, and a punch as well,” the voice with amusement. I spun around to come face to face with a blonde haired man. The boy who had haunted my life at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. Not to mention ruined my life after it.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you,” I said, fighting to keep my voice calm and collective.
“I know who you are, you can’t hide any longer. Potter and Weasley are turning over the wizarding world looking for you. It is bloody annoying, you are all they talk about,” Malfoy said to me and I scowled.
“Maybe I didn’t want to be found?” I said hotly and he smirked.
“Well that was evident, I tried to tell them that, but they wouldn’t listen,” he said amusement laced his words. Did I mention that Draco, or as I liked to call him Malfoy or ferret, had joined the Order? Hmm, I might have forgotten that. He was a double agent for Dumbledore, even though Harry, Ron and I still didn’t get along with him. He joined right before I left.
“Well, you can go back and tell them I said that I don’t want to be found,” I glared at him angrily. Malfoy just had to go and find me didn’t he? Trust him to ruin things. It pained me to look at him; it brought back up unwanted memories. I would’ve wiped my memory, but I was too chicken to.
“Why don’t you tell them yourself?” He asked and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I’m not going back Malfoy,” I said turning back to my work.
“Oh, you’re going back if I have to drag you,” he said coolly into my ear. When I spun though, he was gone. Not good, it looked like I was going to have to move.
I let myself into my apartment later that night. The rest of the day was uneventful, but I kept looking over my shoulder. I have expected Malfoy to jump out and grab me. I had spent almost a year in hiding, hiding from the wizarding world, from Harry, from Ron, from Malfoy and from my heart. There was no way I was going back now.
I went into my little room, packed my bags and grabbed my money. I took out one of the many fake passports I had made in case I needed a new identity. Hmm, Jane Miller, that sounded promising. I left the keys under the mat, I had told my landlord that I might just up and leave due to personal issues. Being the kind hearted person she was, she understood and just asked me to pay my rent at the beginning of the month.
Without looking back, I boarded the train from the local station. Soon the small town that I had foolishly called home was gone. I promised myself that the next town I wouldn’t get close to, not if Malfoy was on my tail. He was a very good auror; he’d be able to find me again, but next time I’d be ready.
A few weeks later I was comfortable in my new apartment. I had a new job as a waitress in a local diner. The hours were few, but the money was great. It gave me a lot of extra time that I hadn’t had in the other town. Jane Miller wasn’t well known, but people like me. In this town everyone smiled and you couldn’t help but smile too, it was infectious.
Before I gave up magic, I put an untraceable spell on myself, so if anyone thought to send me an owl and follow it the owl wouldn’t find me. I had put on so many spells that no one would be able to find me. Safe, I thought I was, but you can never be certain. My thoughts turned to Malfoy and I went over what he said.
I didn’t know why Harry and Ron were looking for me. Harry was happily married to Ginny, and Ron was married to Luna. They were completely happy, without me. That was one of the reasons I left, there were many reasons why I left. I guess you could say the Gryffindor in me was buried and lost within me. I had run, I guess you could say I spent a little too much time with the cunning, cowardly snakes.
The diner opened up early and I smile at Paul (the cook) while I fastened on my apron. No one came in early, which is why I took the morning shift. A young couple came in holding hands, smiling and laughing. My heart lurched as unbidden memories surfaced in my mind. I pushed them away and went to take their order, and then I got as far away from them as possible and didn’t look at them.
The bell tinkled and I looked up and moaned. A platinum blond haired man stepped into the diner. Couldn’t he leave me alone? He took a seat, and I walked over to his table to take his order.
“Can I take you order?” I asked scowling and he looked up at me agitated.
“You just had to run didn’t you?” He asked scowling back. “You ruined months of work and hours that I put into this. Do you know how hard it was to find you?”
“What would you like to order?” I asked ignoring his complaints.
“I’d like you to take a break and meet me outside,” Malfoy said standing up and leaving. Ha! Like I was really going to take a break! Well, yes I was, but not to see him.
I told Paul I wasn’t feeling well and he gave me the rest of the day off. I ran out of the back door and through the back alley way. Soon I was outside my apartment. I grabbed the pre-packed suitcase that I left in my closet. I knew Malfoy would find me again. Leaving the key under the doormat and I ran. As I got into the cab, I took out some money gave it to the driver and we were off to the air port.
Digging into my bag I pulled out my new identity, Riley Jones sounded great. When I got to the air port I let myself get lost into the crowd and made my way to the bathroom. I wasn’t stupid; I knew Malfoy would know I would run. He probably knew that I was here in the air port now, watching me. I left my suitcase in the bathroom and grabbed my money. Climbing through the bathroom window, I made my way to the road and hitchhiked back into town. There I grabbed another suitcase from my apartment and headed in the opposite direction.
Riley Jones arrived on Privet Drive with no problems. There was a small house for rent, and I took it. Sighing I looked through my window to see a very fat man walk into the house next door. Oh god, I was living next to the Dursleys. What next? Oh, I just had to ask didn’t I? What happened next was that Harry Potter, Ginny Potter and their child James Potter apperated in front of number four Privet Drive for a visit.
Author’s note: He he he, cliff hanger. I hope you like id so far! Please tell me if you do. Many of you may be wondering why Harry is visiting the Dursleys. Well his uncle died and his aunt got in touch with Dumbledore and now everything is fine between them. So Ginny likes to keep in touch with Harry’s family, so they bring James to visit. :-)