Hermione already knew what seeing the castle would feel like. Home, but not. It was home to all of the many years of memories she and Tom spent together, other than the orphanage, yet, it was the place she had been ripped from her twin, and the man who had done the deed was now headmaster. She felt cold warring with warmth take root in her stomach, old memories bombarding her as she passed the familiar sights of the castle corridors.