There was a bustle of activity all over the grounds. Final exams were over. All of the excited students were preparing themselves for a nice, long summer holiday. In less than a week they would all be returning home. Hermione tried to ignore the dread she felt knowing Oliver would be back in their house in mere days. What would it be like to live with her son again? Would she be able to handle it? She didn't want him to know how confused his mother actually was. Their one visit had been pleasant, but only because they weren't together long enough for him to ask her why she tried to kill his father on his birthday. That was a conversation she would've given anything to never have to have.