Hermione shut the door and hurried outside, opening her umbrella quickly to avoid the rain. As she walked through the cobblestone streets of Godric's Hollow, she stared at the windows of the houses she passed by. Each one of them acted as picture frames, giving a glimpse into the lives of the strangers around her. Inside one house, a family of four was huddled around a fireplace, sharing laughs and stories. The next one contained a couple smiling and holding one another, a loving gaze between them. Before she passed another home she forced her eyes to her feet and began to walk faster. As she thought about her morning, she felt a heart-breaking sadness come over her. It was as though she woke up in the bed she had shared with Harry all these years to find that she had never actually been here before at all. It was a strange feeling, but home suddenly didn't feel like home. Hermione could not understand what had made her feel this way, but each time she looked at her husband's face, it felt as though there was a piece of her heart that didn't fit quite right. Nothing was missing, but something was… not the way it should be. Looking up, she realized that she hadn't set much of a destination for herself. Stopping at the door in front of her, Hermione looked up and smiled. Ron's. Who else would she go to see at a time like this?