Hermione Witch of the Jungle

Life has been good for Hermione since leaving the Magical World. After the Blood War and the lost of her parents Hermione could not deal with it anymore. She wanted to disappear she lost the drive to improve their world that was so far off the shit creek it wasn't worth the effort.

Ron thought it was an excuse to make her his housewife but Hermione refused him. She slapped the Weasley for it and told him in his face the kiss she gave him was a mistake. Hermione had no intentions of ever being a housewife. But she refused to waist her life on such a horrible world. So, the only thing left was to rebuild a new world one for her to flourish.

So, she had left it all with only a portkey. She had used the portkey to come to this paradise away from everyone hoping to rebuild herself. That day she had stripped off her clothing her links to her old life. Where Hermione was going she would no longer need them. Piece by piece she had removed each article of clothing that day recalling it vividly. Once she was stripped she stepped out of the pile she left with only her wand in hand to the portkey waiting for her.

Once Hermione had the portkey she left never to be seen again. A year past and now Hermione was free, wild, and primal. She had become a witch who became one with nature and was enjoying every moment of it. Walking through the forest in her regalia Hermione smiled a bit. Her hair was braided to a tail as she wore a grass skirt and a weaved hat over her head.

Hermione's baths were in the river, her sleep was under the trees or in a cave, and her food was whatever she can acquire from the land. Instincts were her greatest alley now and this was her life as a Wild Witch.

A.) Someone came with her (Who?)

B.) Someone she knew washes up (Who?)

C.) The Wild Witch is homesick (Return to civilization)

D.) Someone is looking for her (Who?)