Harry looked at this version of Hermione Granger. She was different, raw and wild - feral. She had walked a hard path alone, and suffered the consequences. Her body was covered in scars and she was hard. Would he have done the same with the same results? He hugged her close, "I guess I should thank you, Hermione. I'm still mad, but I understand why you did it." It was comforting holding her, but it had always been that way. If he had a home, it was in Hermione's arms. "I wish I could have Evan’s memories too. Can you imagine for five years I lived a normal life with no dark lords, Ministry of Magic, or fantastic beasts out to get me?"