Suddenly, Hermione felt very unsure. She paused, staring around the living room of the flat she had lived in since she was a young witch. Already she had purged so much of her past that it nearly brought her to her knees to think of leaving this place permanently. Only, she didn't have a choice. Maybe she could come back someday and retrieve the few items she hadn't had time to pack like the teacup from Draco... But there just wasn't time.