With each step Hermione took closer and closer to the home she'd shared with Antonin for many years, she grew afraid. Perhaps it was foolish to just waltz in the front door as if nothing had ever happened. All of the privations and hardships she'd faced over the previous nine months would be for nothing if she just gave up. But, if she was completely honest with herself, she was tired of running. She wouldn't last much longer on her own.