After a restless night's sleep, Hermione had everything she owned packed up neatly inside her beaded bag. She wanted to run. Not caring that William Wood was likely very serious in his statement that he was allowed to kill her once she walked through the village's protective wards, she knew she couldn't stay. What had possessed her to think that remaining with the most hardcore supporters of the Resistance was even a plausible option? Had she finally gone completely round the bend?