But then the wind picked up, the air hummed with the magic radiating off the Portkey and, Hermione knew she couldn’t stay. Harry and Ginny had each other, Ginny had her seventh year of Hogwarts ahead of her, Harry and Ron their new positions at The Ministry, and Hermione had...nothing. Not even her parents to return to. She needed something new. She needed to see who she was without the titles of Gryffindor’s Golden Girl and the Chosen One’s best friend hanging around her neck like an Albatross.