She watched mountain by mountain pass by. On the evening light, the rocky mountaintops looked reddish and orange, which reminded her to him, his hair ginger, his face turned a slight shade of orange by his freckles. She took out her picture book with melancholy. When will she see him again? Will she?
Night fell over her. Who knows, maybe it fell over him too. Maybe it didn't, yet. They were too far apart to even tell.
The head light turned on in the wooden walled train compartment. She whispered something and the small blue light coming from her bag got fainter and fainter until it was gone. Even magic reminded her to him.
She opened her eyes and saw broad daylight ahead, behind the tent roof. She was relieved. It was all a dream: she hated the dreams in which she traveled not knowing where.
She looked right: Harry was gone. Probably standing guard in front of the tent.
Hermione didn't dare look left. She knew all she'd see was an empty bunk. She wondered, for how long?
Tears rolled down along her cheek to the beat of her thoughts. Was he okay? Were Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Arthur? Fred and George? Heck, she was even worried about Percy.
Several minutes passes by, maybe even a whole hour, with Hermione's cheeks being sprayed by her salty, powerful teardrops.
"It's my turn," she thought, looking at the small pocket watch on Harry's jacket pocket, which was hanging from his bed post. Slowly, she got up and grabbed her wand and a handkerchief. She had been crying for at least a week now. She decided to take a book too, so she grabbed "Hogwarts: a History", but it also reminded her to him. She threw it over Harry's bed, which startled him and made him walk into the tent to find Hermione awake. Without a single word, she nodded to him and snatched the nearest book. He opened his mouth to say good morning, but before a sound came out of it Hermione was out the door and behind their safe power field.
She put down her embroidered bag and sat down. "Crack", she heard faintly. Oh no, Harry's wand. She didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to upset him more.
As she picked up the wand, Harry stepped out the tent. She put away the broken pieces of wood quickly, but didn't work. Harry saw the mangled thing anyway.
"What was that, Hermione?" he asked, a strange look on his face. "No- nothing, Harry. You don't have to worry."
But Harry did worry.
"Hermione, I saw it."
"Now please, Harry, don't be mad. Please. I- I didn't mean to-" she handed the remains of the wand to Harry.
Harry looked... What was that? He looked WHAT? Hermione braced herself for the screaming. But it didn't happen.
"Does not matter. Now give me yours." said Harry seriously. And then walked away, leaving Hermione paralyzed with confusion.
She whispered something that sounded sort of like "Oh, Ron, you'd understand-" and then started sobbing. Again.
A hungry Hermione took out a can of peas and started eating them.
It all turned darker. Five, six on the afternoon. Harry had left at eleven on the morning. What the hell was he doing?
Despite herself, Hermione took "Hogwarts: a History" out of her bag and started reading. And trying not to cry.
A weird voice came faintly from the near forest. Hermione turned around for her wand- oh, she had given it to Harry. Crap.
What- what was that strange flashing through the dark, coming from the forest? Was it really what she thought it was? Did it just flash silver and red?
She stood up carefully, not wanting to make much noise.
Then, Harry walked out of the forest followed by Ron Weasley. The first one was holding a dead Horcrux locket. And the latter was holding Godric Gryffindor's silver sword, embroidered with red gems.