When the world spun right, and they landed down, it was quiet. Serene. The Weasley’s home looked the same as Hermione remembered it; sun-dappled, a few animals standing outside, the fields expanding outwards as far as the eye could see. No one was outdoors that they could see, and from the looks of it the home had been abandoned. Nothing looked used, just still.  But, Hermione knew, looks could be deceiving.