He had died to make the world a better place, but how could the world be a better place without him in it? 

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“They say she’s gone mad. Locked away in a private home I’d say. No one ever sees her, no one ever hears of her. The death of her lover and best friend was too much and it simply,” He clicked his fingers, “pushed her over the edge.”

The ground chilled her feet, but that didn’t bother her so much as her thirst. Grabbing her wand from the bedside table she made her way out into the hallway. Once again she felt that surge or familiarity as she held the wand out before her body, its tip alight and her senses acute.
She remembered tiptoeing like this so many places with Ron and Harry.
The school halls, the forest, graveyards… 
Shivering and brushing away the memory Hermione walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.

“Maybe he’s already left?” Wilem suggested, and one could not help but hear the hope running undercurrent in his voice. Ginny smiled softly.
“I don’t think so Wilem.” She said. “From my experience, Harry doesn’t like running away.”
Wilem snorted.
“He didn’t used to.”

He sighed again, nodding, although he knew he could never understand. What did she even see in him? A few years ago he would have paid money to see the legendary Harry Potter. The chosen one, the boy who lived, but now, now all he wanted was for the boy to be gone. The world was better off without him. It could cope just fine without him playing vanishing acts and destroying lives.
Hermione was better without Harry. Wilem was certain of that fact, but had no chance of convincing her.