With her own family she straddled a line of the oldest daughter, grown up in the muggle world but who had since fought a war and come out scarred on the other side.  Her family, though concerned, had seemed to push through, returning to old ways and patterns.  It worked, and at the same time it didn’t.  Hermione felt caught under some level of cognitive dissonance that she couldn’t quite name after the break.  It was like before, but nothing could be like before.