Frustrated and angry with the entire trajectory of her life, Hermione sat down in the grass with her back up against a tree trunk. She hated feeling helpless. For too much of her life she felt like she had no control over anything. That was the main reason why she decided to become a Death Eater even when Antonin begged her and begged her to reconsider. With the Dark Lord dead, she had no more power. She was back to being the helpless, afraid weakling that she despised. Remaining there, hiding in Augustus" home was getting her nowhere. Maybe she didn't want to fight in a war or become the next leader of the regime or even see another single drop of blood, but she couldn't just sit there waiting. Her life was passing her by.