Almost as if her very thoughts summoned the wizard, Hermione saw a flash of movement in her back garden through the kitchen window. How he managed to know when to seek her out was baffling. Just like when she was living in the village and always seconds away from crossing the wards to leave, he was there waiting to encourage her to stay. The timing was always suspicious, like he was always just there lingering in the wings to swoop down to come to her rescue and convince her to stay just a little bit longer. She still wasn't quite sure how she allowed him to manipulate her so.