"I know," said Hermione softly. She stared into her wine glass, barely aware of the crisp, delicate scent of the alcohol. "There are times when I think Tonks had the right idea, moving to America, especially with her children - and then I remember that we've just as much right to be here as any of them."
She took her first taste of her drink, sighing as the smooth golden liquid spread its warmth through her body. "There's always danger, Harry. Grindelwald came before Voldemort, and there were Dark wizards before him. If you wait until it's safe to look for someone, you may wait the rest of your life."