I felt like I was stuck in one of those terrifying nightmares. The one where you run, run trying to escape from whatever is chasing you but you never seem to go anywhere. The one where it just feels like your body is stuck in hot, sluggish quicksand. But in nightmares, as in dreams, you always wake up; I was never going to wake up. This was reality; a reality where Hermione is gone. You know the saying, if you love something, than set it free? Well I didn't set it free, it was stolen from me.