It wasn't an easy promise to make, but she did. For the first time in years she didn't look ahead with dread. Maybe there was some way she could move past the formidable Madam Dolohov persona she'd spent the better part of two decades cultivating. Antonin spoke once of desiring nothing more than to take his family and run away. That no longer sounded like the worst of fates to Hermione. Each day she was discovering something new about her husband that she liked or never knew thanks to the haze of her potions and the manipulations of her memories. Starting over in a new country far from the echoes and memories of the past was becoming a more and more attractive prospect.