Hermione thought automatically of her own father. Her childhood; the books he had read to her at bedtime, the days out, just the two of them, to a different place every month – the museum, the zoo, picnics at the park... And when she got older and left for Hogwarts, those outings became a day out when Hermione was home from school in the holidays. Book shopping, seeing a movie together, picnics just like when she was a child.