Hermione Jean Granger woke up with a start. She was not in the comfy confines of the Burrow as she was the night before. Instead, she was staring up at the dingy ceiling of 12 Grimmauld Place. Her friends, Harry and Ron were in the bedroom next door. Hermione remembered the night before. Death Eaters had crashed Bill and Fleur's meticulously planned wedding the night before, probably searching for Harry. After that, the trio apparated to Muggle London and spent the night at the Black's old home.
Hermione did not know what to do next. Harry needed to search for Voldemort's Horcruxes. Ron and Hermione agreed to help him search, but it would be really dangerous. It would now be impossible for any of them to go back to Hogwarts, with Harry being hunted by the Death Eaters. Hermione thought of Neville, Luna, and Ginny. What would they do? As Hermione was in her thought process, she heard someone come into her room.
"Good morning!" Ron said.
"Good morning to you to." Hermione replied dully.
"Oi! What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, I just don't know if I want to hunt for Horcruxes anymore. I would much rather go back to Hogwarts, but that isn't really an option, is it? And if I don't go with you and Harry I would probably be in more danger than staying here. But then Harry is like a walking time bomb. It seems as if it would almost be better if we were just to split up or something." The brunette replied.
"Well, something is wrong. I say we wake up Harry and eat a bit before discussing what we're going to do now."
"Okay. I just don't want to upset either of you."
"You won't upset me, I can guarantee that. Let's go wake up Harry."
As the two went to wake up their friend, little did they know what the future held. Bombings, massacres, and acts of terror, all of which, except one bombing, were the results of Death Eaters and their need for bloodshed. Little did they know that in less than a year, everything would have changed.