Hermione knew she couldn't have something that severe on her conscience. Not when they had been so kind. It had been a lovely respite from the horrors that had been her life for longer than she cared to think about. Though it had taken her a couple of days to warm up to the pace and novelty of a normal family again, she discovered that she could get used to it if she allowed herself. That had been her first clue that she needed to move on. Her second had been when she woke up in the middle of the night to find her back facing the door, her hand empty, and her wand laying on the floor where it had fallen. To relax even for a moment could mean her life. Or worse, one of her new friends" lives.