"Good. The sooner we leave, the better." Hermione had begun taking down every ward meticulously, feeling more anxious the less and less they had surrounding the area. She always hated this part, as it made her feel incredibly vulnerable, but it needed to be done if they were going to leave no trace of their existence behind. Not that it mattered now, what with the Death Eaters knowing they were alive.
As the last few wards came down, Hermione glanced at the two of them, expression grim. "All right. One more, and then we Apparate as quickly as possible. Ready?" She grasped Harry’s hand with her left rather tightly, wand held out in preparation. They always did this, though the repetition never helped to curb her concern that some day, at the least likely time, they’d be ambushed and that would be the end. It hung over her head like a storm cloud, and she focused as hard as she could because of it.
With the end of their last defense against whatever waited for them, Hermione nodded to them both and prepared to leave.