Having laid numerous false leads, just in case the Death Eaters were hunting her and found her trail, she finally made her way to Dartmoor in Devon. One of her other fondest childhood trips had been with her grandparents to the fairy tale forest, Wistman's Woods. One of only three high altitude oak forests, it resembled the forests in every story her parents read to her as a child. Dwarf oak tree trucks curved with sun seeking growth, moss carpeted boulders and foggy darkness added to the sinister feeling. Hermione loved it as much as she had years ago.