So there are many many moments that I feel JK could of written that gave us insight into the minds of the characters that are not Harry Potter. I wish she could have added snippets in DH, but I understand the reasoning why. So I took a gamble and wrote short moments that I thought could have been a great addition to the characters. Of course I am no where as talented as other authors or as JK herself. I'm simply taking a gander into fanfiction. But I have also watched the movie and I know the differences and the things they missed and so forth so I opted to make a piece that would combine elements of both book and movie to almost fit in pieces that are not there. Feel free to review and give feedback, after all I have never done this before.

Applicable disclaimers apply.

enjoy.

Hermione POV

She was running out of answers. She could not remember the last time she slept more than two or more hours or had eaten a full meal. She was breaking. Hermione Granger, the girl who knew most answers was being pushed to her limits. The tent was flapping violently, the snow storm started the day before and it not seem like it was giving up. The cold broke through the tent, warmth was hard to get by and staying dry from the snow without magic was next to impossible when she had to go get water from the river.

Ever since they escaped from Godric's Hollow she had taken the three person mission onto her own. Harry was still recovering from Nagini's bite wound. She knew apparating there without the cloak or Polyjuice Potion was a bad idea but Harry had been adamant about not using either. The moment she saw Bathilda Bagshot appear she knew something was wrong... Harry became entranced and would not listen. She just couldn't seem to be loud enough to make him snap out of it.

After setting up camp he had been shaking violently and yelling things that made her blood curl. She tended to his wounds and kept dabbing his forehead with water and a sponge. She kept Harry's Sneakoscope on the near table and kept nervously looking over to it, fearing that somehow they had been followed and that she would have to somehow keep her and Harry safe. Harry kept breathing heavily but had stopped shaking. She stood up and walked over to their small kitchen and started making some tea to help her feel warm. She sat on the small steps that lead to the table as she waited for the tea to finish and took a deep breath.

She remembered the Christmas carols and decorations that adorned Godric Hallow. It was Christmas day. Memories of wonderful Christmases with her parents, sharing presents with the Weasley's... with Ron. The fact he left had ripped through her like nothing she had felt before. She felt lonelier than ever. She kept telling herself that he was hiding out with the Weasley's, happy, warm and well fed. Any other idea devastated her and left her cold. For all she knew he could opening one of Molly's famous knitted sweaters she gave every year. Molly had included her in the Weasley tradition long ago. In fact her favorite scarf was made by Molly. It was the scarf she packed in her beaded bag not that long ago in the Burrow... the one she left tied to the tree hoping Ron would recognize it if he came back to look for them. She left him breadcrumbs to help him find them if he decided to come back. Tears jumped to her eyes again.

She was exhausted and broken.

"Ron..." she whispered. As if saying his name would make him come back and help her out today and keep her company. She missed him.

But she needed to stay strong. Harry was still here and needed her help. She stood up grabbed her cup of tea, wiping her eyes on her sweater. And walked over to Harry who began to shake and moan again. She sat next to Harry again, looking over to the tent entrance as it seemed the storm was giving up.

At least the weather is looking up. She thought

"No.." Harry said

"Harry.. it's all right, you're all right" she spoke back to him...

I know that in the book we do read about Hermione helping Harry out but in the movie we dont, I tried my best to mix these up.