            Hermione bit her lip. She didn’t want to waste the witch’s time saving a future that prophecy and Fate had already thrown out. But what choice did she have? Who was she to argue when McGonagall was so  sure she could help? After releasing a trembling breath, Hermione nodded, just once. "Okay," she agreed softly. "I’ll come with you." It wasn’t a promise to follow through on any legal advice or plan, but perhaps some good would come of it. At the very least, she would be back at the only home she had left. Even if it was just for a few days, before she was sent to Azkaban.