A pleasant calm overtook Hermione once she was secure in the fact that she had a cauldron of polyjuice potion bubbling away in the kitchen of Number Twelve. She hadn't been aware of exactly how anxious she'd been feeling until the day after her unexpected visit to the former headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Now, able to take a deep breath and see the light at the end of the very long tunnel she stood in, she began to believe that her end goal was possible. She was going to save Aberforth Dumbledore from his execution and somehow remove the target the Resistance placed on her back. Of course, she would never be able to satisfy William Wood with anything less than her brutal and painful death. She could handle one loose cannon. He wasn't exactly the first.