In spite of the years that had passed, it was impossible not to be swept up in a wave of emotion at the sound of Dumbledore's name. Only through his sacrifices was this day even possible, and Hermione briefly bowed her head in respect. Enough years had passed for Hermione that thoughts of those years didn't cross her mind every day. They'd reached the peace that was meant to come after the war.

"In time, I'm sure more of us will arrive. I feel more certain of it than ever now," Hermione said resolutely, smiling and blinking away her tears. "But enough of that. We'll need to set up a room for you in the Nook. I couldn't bear to have you living so far away from us; we'll all live here, until we find the time to build another house. You'll love it here in the countryside — we're close to rivers and lakes, and the air here is always so fresh. When I first arrived, I knew that I wanted to create an environment like the Burrow. Whenever I think of home, that's the first place that comes to mind, after all."