She took a brief nap first. Only twenty minutes. Then she sat and checked all her things again, making sure she left nothing of value behind, that everything was orderly. It felt so strange, to look around at this place where she’d lived for so many years and wonder if she would see it again. If the plan worked, she never would. If it did, she would be dragged back here by the power of the oath she blindly took all those years ago. And Hermione, and Lucio—what of them?