The polyjuice potion was ready. It was perfect. As Hermione stared at the completed potion still bubbling away in the cauldron, she felt an enormous sense of relief. The end was just within her grasp. She would have to find a perfect time to use it, of course, but she could almost taste her freedom. Once Aberforth was gone, she would leave too. Maybe not right away. It wouldn't do to seem too eager about it. But soon. Very, very soon.