Off in the Forest of Dean, a furious brunette could be heard forcing her way through the underbrush.
"What did he expect, five star courses every day? We're on a mission to save the world, for gods' sake! I should just make him cook for himself, let's see how well he can do with those rubbery mushrooms."
It was becoming increasingly dark and foggy, and she knew that she would have certainly had trouble making it back to camp if she hadn't been aided with the power of apparition, or her wand, for that matter. A sudden crack caused Seventh Year Hermione Granger to freeze. Somebody had just apparated a couple of yards behind her. Whirling around while simultaneously whipping out her wand, she darted behind the nearest oak tree, casting a nonverbal lumos.
The tendrils of light spread just far enough for Hermione to catch a glimpse of a face, one she knew too well. Shudders came back as memories of the Malfoy Manor flooded back. She took a defensive stance, mentally and physically preparing herself for whatever attack would come shooting her way. She was puzzled, however, when none came.
Edging ever slowly forward, she strained her eyes and nearly let out a scream. Lying in front of her was the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange, with a gushing slash wound across her chest.