With all evidence that there had ever been an illegal potion brewed in the basement kitchen gone, Hermione exited the front door of the house she truly hoped she would never have to step foot in again. It held too many memories for her. Some good, but mostly the sort that she wanted to push to the back of her mind and forget. The potion in her pocket represented the hope that she could have a future worth living for. It had been too long since she'd had that.