Draco watched as Hermione strolled along the tree line, a pensive look upon her face as she peered out across the salt pans spanning the space before them. It looked nothing like the memory– the one they only glimpsed the night they sealed their bond nearly five years prior– the lush garden, the sound of the rushing water, the beautiful vibrant trees bearing fruit, the floral foliage, none of it existed any longer. But they had prepared for that reality, really. 