Keeping their wands raised and their wits about them, they began searching through the house. It was admittedly a bit strange for Hermione to be back in the Tonks’ house, not as someone seeking refuge, but as an enemy seeking its target. Much like a lot of things she was finding, it didn’t bother her as much as it should have. There was a slight sting of guilt present, but it felt more like an annoying mosquito bite than anything else. While she felt it for the time being, she knew it would pass with a bit of time.