Exhaling sharply as the elder witch hobbled away down the darkened aisle she had emerged, Hermione put her hands on her hips as if to gather her thoughts. Her mind was absolutely running wild. Hermione wanted to wake up, to somehow return  home. Visiting a theme park seemed more her speed, really. Harry Potter was a fantastical book to read but also quite dark. Not to mention, she had simultaneously fallen into the place of one of the most beloved and hated characters inside the damned books. 