Two years strolled past with all the urgency of a witch bound for Azkaban. It dragged, spiting her with every day that should have been a week. Hermione spent much of her time away from home. Her guardians were fine with it, although Kendra expressed concern that they could never find her. There was a good reason for that. The Ministry didn’t know how to monitor Apparition, and hadn’t figured it out by the twenty-first century, either. No one would expect a child too young for Hogwarts to be able to Apparate, anyway.