There was an eeriness hanging over the Hogsmeade Caves that Hermione couldn't ignore. Had it always been there and she'd just been too preoccupied to notice? She hated those caves. Since the day she was forced to kill Oliver Wood to prove her loyalty to the Dark Lord, and to a certain extent Antonin, she'd loathed the place. Too many hurtful memories. Antonin couldn't give her a good enough reason to explain why his brothers chose the wretched location. They hadn't asked him for his opinion in the decision. Still, it felt almost poetic that the moment she crossed over the line years earlier to become the terrible person she'd been happened in the very place she wanted to turn away from her past self. Because the moment it was all over, she planned on spending the rest of her life becoming someone that Harry wouldn't be ashamed of any longer.