She turned her attention to the unfriendly faces passing them as they stood on the front steps of the bank. No one offered her even the tiniest of smiles. Either they believed what was written in the Daily Prophet or her position under the regime was finally catching up to her. When the last of Lord Voldemort's influences were removed, she had no doubt that she would be too. Her reputation as being one of the most feared people in their society was no longer secure. At best, she would be seen as a joke, a remnant of the past that was better left forgotten. At worst, she would be made to suffer the same pain and indignities that her victims had. While she knew that she should fear that outcome, she also knew it was what she deserved. Perhaps even less than what she deserved. In an attempt to get her mind off of those worsening thoughts, Hermione turned to speak to her son.