Up close, Hermione could feel the fallacy now. The place was thick with magic. It sat heavy on the air and Hermione shuddered as the Dark signature passed over her, such was her acuity to such things these days. She walked up the path, stopped a moment at the front step, where her dear husband had been left as a baby by Dumbledore, and she frowned at how fucking stupid a thing to do that actually was. Parenting for Dummies, that's all that was. Silly old coot.