Hermione smiled inwardly, of course her dad would say that but in a way he was right. She couldn't help the way things had turned out. So much had been lost but also, so much had been gained. The wizarding world was rebuilding with Kingsley at the helm, muggle-borns were treated equally and the few death eaters that remained had been taken to trial and locked away for their sins. Everything was exactly as it should be and who was Hermione to intervene with or question fate? How could she not believe in divinity now that her Soulbond waited for her between the trees, a surly smirk surely in place. 