Hermione felt the same way in these abandoned halls as she did at Malfoy Manor. She could feel the warmth, the flickering braziers, and the endless noise of students talking and bickering. She could remember the stress of classwork but also the stress of Lavender’s skin or Parvarti’s parents, and all the other adolescent dramas that feel Shakespearian at the time. All of it made Hogwarts her home, her safe haven, there was a reason the only place in her mind she felt safe was in the Hogwarts library. 