It had been several hours after the Final Battle, after the defeat of Voldemort, and after Harry’s decision to return the Elder Wand to its rightful place. Witches and wizards had been coming and going all night, but Hermione had found an opportunity to separate herself. She’d felt strangely compelled to retrieve the memories that Snape had given to Harry. She had just removed the last filament of thought from the Pensieve where Harry had left them when McGonagall and Filius Flitwick had entered, trailed by Ron, Neville, and Harry.