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Hermione sat against the condensation covered window, staring out and down at the war destroyed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It felt wrong to be sat watching her home be wrecked but there wasn’t much she could do anymore.

Harry was dead.

Ron was being tortured and his pain-filled screams echoed around the courtyard as everyone stood by and watched. He was probably perhaps dead now if Bellatrix and Voldemort had had enough of playing around.

Hermione knew that she was next and that the Death Eaters were now out to find her, she just hoped and prayed that he got here first.

The clock chimed and signalled 1 am had approached as she heard the common room door open and felt the familiar coolness enter her personal bubble. The door closed as she felt him move closer and he finally sat down.

“You need to get out of here, Granger.” His voice spoke clearly as he stared at her. She couldn’t look at him. If she looked at him then her reality came true. If she looked at him then she knew that she would have to give herself over.

Hermione heard all of the shouts coming closer and finally, she decided to look towards him and stare back at the steel grey that was begging for forgiveness.

The Gryffindor Common Room doors opened and expensive dragon hide boots stomped towards her and grabbed at her. Masks covered all faces as she held the glance of the greys and mouthed the words she wished she could have said louder.

“I love you.”