When they rounded the last obtrusive corner up the path to the castle, Hermione felt her breath leave her.  Hogwarts at night was always a spectacular view.  In the rush to clear the rubble and patch up the walls, she hadn’t gotten to see it without a battle raging on.  Tonight, it looked just as it did when she started out as a First Year, glittering candle light through stone windows and the sense of  home.