Okay, so, I went back and re-read some of my stories, only to see how terrible they actually were. I can't believe you guys actually read this! It's horribly written, the plot is flawed, and my grammar is so bad it's frightening. However, I know a lot of you enjoyed this, or thought it was good, but needed to be fixed. So that's what I'm doing today. I am spending my Saturday-and maybe Sunday-rewriting all of my stories/fixing any plot holes/errors. Surprisingly enough, this was one of my favorite stories, I just need to go back and fix everything, because let's be honest here-it sucked.

I hope you guys are okay with this, it's pretty exciting, actually.

I'm changing quite a few things, but the basics are the same. You'll see.

Before any of you ask, I AM planning on updating/rewriting ALL of my stories today, so I've really got my work cut out for me. And, yes, that does include Escaping. Yay!

Okay, I think I've talked enough, so I'll shut up here.

Enjoy the new and improved Time To Get Away

Hermione walked through the rubble of Hogwarts, kicking the rocks that were in her path. The corners of her lips turned up as she remembered her childhood, the chunk of her life she spent in this now-destroyed place. Looking to her left, she saw the Whomping Willow, a large branch lying still on the ground. Even the strongest of creatures lost something today. She thought bitterly. The Whomping WIllow, the tree that was built to stop a monster from escaping every month. The tree that demolished her best friend's car when they were twelve. The tree that gave her a permanent scar on her right arm, and stitches that lasted a month from her third year. The tree that proved a good man's innocence, and reunited a family.

The tree that died.

Hermione sighed, moving her gaze to a group of redheads near the edge of the broken castle. They were mourning, she realized. They were mourning the loss of Fred Weasley, a brilliant teenage prankster whose life was taken too soon. Fred Weasley, a twin brother, a person she considered family for years. Someone who made her laugh no matter the reason she was crying, and who never ceased to light up her day. He was there for her, and he still managed to be a prick whenever he wanted to. And now he was gone.

A wave of nostalgia went through Hermione, as she noticed the chunk of Hogwarts that was lying in a moutain-high pile.

The Great Hall.

She remembered walking in nervously when she was eleven, picking at the sleeves of her new Wizarding robes, and going over the countless spells she forced herself to learn over the summer. She remembered wondering if she'd meet someone, anyone, who could actually stand to be in a room with her. She remembered her frizzy hair and the not-so-small crush she had on Ron.

She remembered thinking she'd get into Ravenclaw, though she never truly wanted to be known for her smarts. She remembered the feeling of belonging as the Gryffindor table cheered when she sat down.

She remembered the meals she ate every night and day for seven years, except for a few days in her fifth year when she didn't support the mistreatment of House Elves, and created S.P.E.W.

A tear slipped down her cheek and she didn't bother wiping it away, knowing it wouldn't help anything. She would never come back to Hogwarts. She would never do Harry's homework for him, or be apart of the DA. She would never do her homework three weeks early, or get bullied by Malfoy and Snape.

She would never rush into the Whomping Willow, she would never meet Fred Weasley's kids, and she would never eat dinner in the Great Hall again.

Prologue is done! Yay! Please leave a review, but only if you liked it. I'm pretty happy with this, surprisingly. I think it turned out well, what do you guys think? In Chapter One, we'll see Harry and Draco, though I think I'll change a few things when it comes to Draco, I hope you don't mind. I love you all! ~Avg. Fangirl