She cried for her family, she cried for Harry, and for everyone who'd died in the war and everyone who'd survived it. Lastly, Hermione cried for her situation. For two years the war had been over, two whole years, and she'd accomplished none of the goals she'd aspired to. She had a shitty entry level job that took her for granted, a boyfriend who cheated on her, and now she was stranded one hundred years in the past with absolutely no one she loved by her side.