Once inside Hermione felt eleven years old again. She saw the many photos where she had magically altered the setup of those in it. And at the end of the hall, her room still stood with a closed door. She knew what she would find behind the locked door. Her old bedroom held nothing but reminders of things she didn't want to be reminded of just then. It would be too painful. Instead, she moved to her parent's bedroom looking for her mother's dresser. She quickly located the few items she had been thinking of and carefully placed them in her bag. She ran a hand over her mother's many scarves and lifted one to her face. It still smelled slightly of her, and Hermione used the fabric to wipe her damp eyes hurriedly. As she shoved the drawer shut the cabinet next to it jumped open and a few books fell out. Hermione dropped to her knees to put them back when she read some of the titles.