This story is supposed to be written from Hermione's point of view. However, it is a first attempt on my part, and so please feel free to critique as harsh as you want.

Harry Potter from Hermione's point of view

"Hurry up!" Harry yelled, dragging me and Ron behind him.

"We're running, we're running, mate." Ron yelled ahead frantically, "but if you don't stop making that racket and yelling, we're dead for sure." Once again, Harry had been playing the hero, and this time, he was bound to get them caught and in detention for weeks. Which was not to say that the adventures they had been on were not exciting. But running after Voldemort in hopes of finding him and catching him was taking things way out of perspective and way too far.

Sure, adventures in the past had always been fun, but they had more or less come upon them by accident, or had been trying to simply to the honorable thing. But now, Harry had simply turned into an ass, lately. He was preoccupied with the idea of being a hero, and it had most certainly gone to his head. Even if he was not really willing to admit it, Ron and her had known it for some time, and now seemed as good of a time as any to broach the subject to him.

Harry slowed, and all three of us bent over, gasping for air. We had stopped somewhere near the middle of the forest, I suspected, but that was of no relevance, since Voldemort and any people associated with him were not likely to be around anyway. "Harry," I began timidly. "Harry, you don't think this is a bit of a fools errand, do you?" I started. Ron seemed to realize where I was going with this and openly gawked at me for bring up this issue at the wrong time.

"Just shut up a moment, will ya," Harry muttered. "I can hear it. Dontcha hear it?" And he seemed to be hearing something indeed. His whole body was rigid, and he had his ear cocked, much like a dog. I sighed, and Harry jumped. "What did you do that for, Hermione? I lost track of it." Ron now seemed to think that maybe I had a point. Besides, it was probably now or never, when we actually had a point. I mean, why were we in the middle of nowhere again?

And so, Ron spoke up. "Harry, we think you've gone a bit insane." I rolled my eyes, inwardly. This was definitely a typical Ron talk. Insane? What was he talking about. I could tell he had aroused the fire in Harry; all the touchiness was bound to come out any moment.

"Whaddya mean, insane. What are you getting at?" It was time for me to speak up, and I had better choose my words wisely, because he was not going to listen to them later on when we had already discussed this.

"Well, uh, Harry. The thing is, you've been outrageously stupid lately. And, well, trying to chase after trouble is the last thing anyone wants you to do." That had not come out quite as planned. I had really tired to make it sound more sympathetic, but it had turned out much more accusing then planned. This whole thing was a mess.

As expected, Harry immediately shook his head and began to walk off. "You're just like all of the teachers and people in the order. Do this. Stay out of trouble. Be a good boy." He was walking away now. Obviously disgusted with both Ron and I. But simply walking away in the middle of nowhere, in a place where we should obviously be sticking together and getting him out of this mess, back into the school, and out of trouble?

And so, Ron and I immediately started a protest. "No, Harry. We can just talk this over later. Let's continue what we are doing for now," and such comments. To no avail, though. And so, of course, we chased after him. Ron, the smart one, thought the best way to endear him to us and turn around was to be stupid. "You're being stupid, mate. Just a stubborn mule who can't listen to the truth." Which, anyone knows, is a horrible path to take when trying to get someone to listen. So, Harry ran off. Deep into the forest. We tried desperately to follow. But, in the pitch darkness, and having to continue to stop and listen for where he might be, despite the light from our wands, we finally lost track of him. Wherever he was, he was determined to stay hidden.

Which left Ron and I in a terrible position. We were in a place we didn't want to be and didn't know how to get out of. Luckily, I knew the spell which would show which way was north, but, I wasn't sure of the exact coordinates of the school, which meant that I could only approximately gauge where the school was. But that was a better start then any.

From my left came the sound of Ron. "Do you have any plan? Because, right now, my best idea is to lay down and pretend this is a dream."

"Oh get up," I said disapprovingly, although I was quite frightened. I had never been this deep in the woods and had no idea what was here. Then I proceeded to tell him my plan to get approximately towards the castle. So, we started off in the general direction, not talking, but both wondering where Harry was.

It seemed like we walked for hours. And, continuing to point the way with my wand, I could only trust that I was walking to right way and Ron and I were not leading ourselves into grave peril. Both of us sighed greatly, though, when we reached a familiar path, meaning it would only be about 45 minutes until we reached the outside of the grounds. Now that we were not deep inside the woods, we had only one minor detail. Where on Earth was Harry?

Back up at the castle, in the common room, Ron and I tried to decide what to do. "We could try to contact a teacher," I said doubtfully. "I mean, Harry will kill us when he finds out, and there isn't much a teacher can do anyway. I mean, no spells that I know of that would work."

Ron sneered. "Of course, any spells that you don't know of don't exist, right?" I blushed and tried to think of anything better. But Ron voiced the plan that was inside both of our heads. "Lets just sit tight, and both sleep. If Harry doesn't find his way back by tomorrow when we wake up, we can both decide what to do then." Unfortunately, this was the best plan that we could come up with, and as much as we wanted to help Harry, he seemed to want to stay alone, and no desire, no matter how great, would help us to find him in the woods.

It was when Ron and I were both trudging up the stairs to the dorms when I looked outside the small window and saw the light was still on in Hagrid's Cabin. "Ron!" I said. "I bet he is at Hagrid's!" Ron stood stock-still, and in mid-step immediately dashed down the stairs towards the common room door. "Ron!" I said, running right behind him "Be careful!"

Arriving out of breathe at Hagrid's door, a few minutes later, we pounded furiously on the door. Gruffly, Hagrid yelled "Who's there?"

"It's us Hagrid, let us in!" The door opened, and Ron and I dashed into the hut, looking around frantically for Harry. But he was not there. Not one trace.

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked. The expression on Hagrid's face was one of utmost confusion.

"You mean you 'ave lost 'arry in the middle of the night?" Hagrid looked at the wall. "I mean, an hour before sunrise."

Ron and I sank onto the bed, in despair. We had lost. But before Hagrid could run outside and search, a knock came on the door. Ron and I sighed in relief for the millionth time that night. And, exhausted from the nights adventures of nothing, which Harry had led us into, the three of us walked sleepily back to the dorms. I, at least, was formulating how to best approach Harry about his growing arrogance and adventure-seeking, and perhaps a little bit of how to use it to my advantage.