Hermione on the other hand was calm. After months of pain, turmoil, confusion, she was finally at peace. She knew exactly where she stood. She wasn’t just an almost orphan of the war. She wasn’t just Harry Potter’s best friend. She was Hermione once again. Young. Confident. Trusting. Hopeful. That’s why she had called her best friends here today. She needed them to know about her feelings from her, not from others.