The scarlet train pulled to a holt and the sound of a thousand running feet could be heard throughout the train. It would've been the perfect, bright sunny day if not for the immediate danger hanging over their heads. And Harry Potter and his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley knew the worst of it. They had, afterall, fought the enemy on many an occasion before. And They knew Voldemort had no desire in letting up, and Hermione knew that when she got off this train she would be delivered to the heart of this.
She also knew she no option of escape, this would lead to innecessary deaths. She could'nt have that on her conscious, no matter how many solutions Ron and Harry tried to cook up, it wasn't worth it.
She stayed on the train till everyone had left, Ron was the last to leave adding a weight to her mind as he told her how much he loved. She was sobbing when she looked at her watch and realised whoever was to pick her up was late. She knew she should'nt have got her hopes up but she could'nt help but think aloud, "Maybe they're not coming". But as she said these words, the door of her compartment opened, and a cold voice said, "Glad to find you didn't run Miss Granger."