The three of them popped into existence on a garden path, Hermione wobbling on her feet a bit as she got her bearings. Merlin she hated apparating, especially side-along apparition. It always made her feel a little ill and dizzy, and even with all the apparating she, Harry, and Ron had done in their search for horcruxes, she'd never gotten used to it. She looked around, seeing an enormous old two-storied house in front of her and neat gardens sprawling out all around her, edged by little box hedges of herbage. Three little girls were playing with a skipping rope on a piece of lawn to the right of the house, a grey-haired witch sitting nearby on a garden seat watching them with half an eye while she read a book to a couple of toddlers nestled on her lap. A single elderly wizard was tending what looked like a large, productive vegetable garden to the left of the house and he waved a gnarled hand in a greeting Hermione returned.