Hermione grew to love Cornwall. Despite the countless times she'd visited that part of the country before, she'd never given it much thought before moving into Augustus" safe house. For one of the few times in her life, she felt like she could actually breathe there. Maybe it was a magical place. Or, perhaps more logically, she felt so at peace there because for the first time in more years than she knew she was actually clear-headed and unencumbered by dangerous potions and memory charms. Wherever they ended up after Rodolphus pushed them out of their home could've been just as comforting, just as peaceful.