Later, much later, when Hermione would look back on this time, it would hold a sort of hazy and transitional space in her mind. She would describe it as though she had been somehow   underneath   the world, deep in the primordial mud of the earth, in that warm and oozing cocktail of soil and water that was the wellspring of life on the planet. In her memory, it was fragmented, some shards brighter than others, like looking into a shattered mirror that showed you glimpses of all the people you could be.