"Well come on in, the Manor is waiting for new life to fill these halls. Besides, we still need to collect Mrs Malfoy from France.." Hermione led everyone in through the manor doors, smiling as memories from her time here in the war flooded her. Strangely she felt no anxiety or fear with the memories of her torture by Bellatrix. It is as if the changes and growth of the last few years had altered her perception completely. Now those memories made her smile with the thought of how strong it made her.