Very little about Hogsmeade changed in her absence. She always got the impression that very little changed about Hogsmeade for the past several hundred years. It was like an old friend, ready and waiting for you when you had the chance to visit. She was surprised to discover how much she missed the place in her absence. For almost twenty years it had been her home. Not always a home that she chose, but one that she grew to love nonetheless. It was familiar, safe. How often had she longed to feel both of those while she was on the run?