Frustrated with her racing mind, Hermione decided to take a long walk in the woods around the village. Hopeful that the physical exertion would help to clear her mind, she didn't care that the weather was terrible. November was hardly the best time of year to walk in. Desperation, however, left her open to trying just about anything. The chill in the air and the snow on the ground reminded her of the year she spent on the run. So much about her life had changed since she made the decision to return to Hogsmeade months earlier. She never would've imagined when she was in fear that her husband was going to catch her and kill her that she would be living such a different existence when she forced herself to go back. Her life felt almost like a dream. Or at least someone else's life. Since the spells were removed from her mind and her memories were returning, she didn't always feel like herself.