As the coach began to pull away from the small cottage, Hermione could not help but pull back the heavy curtains to glimpse the diminutive building, nestled in a cathedral of birch tree's through the frosted window.
"I really don't see how letting them stay will benefit anyone, particularly either of them." She said huffily.
Dumbledore smiled patiently.
"My dear" he intoned dreamily, "for them the war is completed. Harry has defeated Voldemort, and Severus has survived his extensive wounds. Leaving them here-now-is a blessing."
"But the wards-" Hermione attempted to object.
"Wards in these times are quite non-sencical. Voldemorts remaining followers are scattered, broken. Too busy fleeing for their own lives to have any interest in the lives of their antagonists. No, Hermione, in this account I believe I am quiet right in allowing them to stay. Besides, Harry still has Hedwig should any trouble arise, and I left him a large chest of morphine should the pain grow too overpowering for Severus."
Dumbledore settled his cloak more tightly around his legs before he too swept back the curtain from the coach window to ponder the prospect of the little cottage, barely in sight now.
"I believe that by leaving them to themselves, we will allow them to heal, Hermione. In all ways it is possible and necessary for them to heal."
The coach turned a sharp corner, and the cottage vanish from both their sights.