Soulmates - Fremione

Chapter 1

Hermione POV:

6 months ago I decided I needed a break from my life in London.

My relationship with Ron was emotionally, mentally, and verbally abusive. He came home drunk every night, and when I tried to say something to him about it, he told me it wasn't any of my business.

I worked a boring job at the Ministry of Magic. I thought that if I worked hard I would be able to move up through the ranks and accomplish my goals. I quickly realized that even though Voldemort was gone, there was still a lot of blood prejudices. While I was one third of the Golden Trio, the brains at that, people still looked down on me because I was a muggleborn. While a lot of people didn't think that anyway, a lot of high up, rich, ministry officials did. Their money was enough to buy the people in charge of promotions, and needless to say, I wasn't receiving any of those.

I was unhappy a long time before the incident. I stayed because I thought that I was going to be able to save my relationship, but when the article came out, I knew it was time to call it quits and leave.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I had just sat down with my cup of coffee and an owl delivered the paper. On the front page was a collage of pictures of Ron kissing many different girls at different clubs.

War Hero Ronald Weasley Seen Kissing Many Women Over the Last Five Months. Does Hermione Know?

I didn't, but I do now. I was shocked. I knew he had been going out a lot, and would often come home drunk, but I didn't know he had been cheating. I was mad, like accidentally lit my kitchen on fire mad.

Ron hadn't come home last night, he was no doubt at one of the girls' houses. I knew that if he came home I wouldn't be able to contain my anger, so I went room by room. It took a while because the house was three stories. When we had bought it, I had insisted that it was too big, but Ron had wanted it.

I had packed up all of my stuff, magically shrunk it, and put all of the miniature boxes in my handbag. Since Ron had bought the house with his money, I had furnished it. I took everything with me. As I left, I turned and took one last look around the now empty house. I decided to leave a letter.

Ronald,

I am leaving, don't bother looking for me. I might be back one day, but not a day sooner. If you find out where I am going, I suggest you leave me alone. I am betrayed, angry, and I know how to hold a grudge. I am putting up spells so you can't come near me.

Goodbye,

Hermione

I also decided to send some letters to the rest of the family.

Harry and Draco,

I'm sure you've read the paper by now. I have been unhappy here for a while, so I will be taking a break. I will send you an owl every once in a while so you know that I am alive. I will be okay, and I must ask that you don't try and find me. I love you both very much, but I need some space right now to recover. I love you guys.

- Hermione

Ginny and Luna,

I am leaving and taking a break for a little bit. I need to be cut off for a while, but I will send you guys and owl once a month or so. I promise I am okay, I just have to get away for a while. I have let Draco and Harry know, obviously Ronald knows, but could you guys please tell everyone else. I will come back eventually, so please don't try and find me. I love you both so much, and I can't wait to meet your daughter when I return.

- Hermione

I left Ronald's letter spelled to the front door, and I sent the others via owl. I turned and looked once more and left.

I apparated to a vacation home I had inherited from my parents when they passed away. Nobody (read: press and fans) would look for me in Brazil, at least not at first. I only came here alone and nobody except me and my now dead parents had even seen the house.

I can speak Portuguese very well, so I wouldn't have any issues in the country. When I was younger, before the war, I loved learning new languages. I can speak Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, Mandarin, and Hindi. I have a photographic memory, so I could look at the pages of translations and never forget them.

I walked up to the two story house. My family had always been well off, so it was a beachfront home, with a private beach, so I can hangout without too many people seeing me. I can go out, I just didn't want to be around tourists, especially those who might be from London.

I look up at the lavish home. I remember when my parents bought it for the first time. They had wanted a vacation home here because it is where they went on their honeymoon, so they bought it. They liked the privacy, and there were so many bedrooms because one day they wanted to take their grandkids here. It makes me sad to know that they won't get to, but I know that they, wherever they are, will watch their grandkids grow up.

The house is a gorgeous two story modern style house. It's two bedrooms, 2 baths, and it has an amazing office for me to work in.

I looked around. I always loved going here with my parents. I miss them everyday, but being here makes me feel like I am closer to them.

I shook myself out of my thoughts. Recently, I have been in a better mood for no reason. Right after everything happened, I was severely depressed, and I had a lot of PTSD. It still felt as though there was another weight on my shoulder, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Now, it seems like that weight is getting lighter, and I have been happier.

I would have to do some research in the office, but for now, I am in the mood for food.

After I made myself some mac & cheese, it was 11 pm, and I was tired from the events of the day, so I decided to crash. Tomorrow I would do some research, figure out the area better, and just get overall situated in my new life, here in Brazil.