Needing to stretch her legs, she walked out of the front door to take a walk around the village. It wasn't difficult to ignore all of the stares shot in her direction by the Resistance members who still loathed the very ground she walked upon. Hermione learned years earlier how to block out the negativity of those who despised her. She hadn't exactly been welcomed into the ranks of the Death Eaters with open arms by everyone. Some of them never accepted her and never would. Inside the village she was protected, but she was still an enemy. That was not likely to ever change either. Hierarchies were more difficult to break than most realized. Even if she was a favorite of the Dark Lord and married to his most trusted General, to some, she would never ascend higher than the rank of filthy Mudblood.