A high, manicured yew hedge borders the driveway on both sides was before Hermione. The driveway was perfectly straight, running through wrought-iron gates and straight up to the front door. She recognized this place. The gates looked like black spears and when they opened, she instinctively flinched back as if frightened to be speared by them. He tugged on her hand as they went in through the gates and the grass that she remembered as green was now poor and grayish. They walked for minutes in silence while Hermione watched around in awe at how different everything seemed. And yet, deep within it all was the same.