Two days after what should've been Harry Potters thirty-eighth birthday, Hermione strolled down the beach near Augustus" house with her mind fixed on thoughts that she should've ignored. Living in the safe house with her husband, her ex-lover, her son, her brother-in-law, and kind Mr. Akingbade was already difficult. The house wasn't big enough for so many people, especially not when there was nowhere for them to go. All of them were stuck inside day and night. Only their host, it seemed, was able to slip out for a few hours at a time when the air grew too stifling. He was the only one who wasn't on the run or who hadn't been smuggled into the country. Of course, that didn't stop Antonin when it suited him to disappear too.