Harry and Ron were sitting in a tent. They were in Romania, thinking some of the Death Eaters had tried to escape here. There had been two attacks, similar to ones that occurred when Voldemort was still alive, on muggles. This proved the point that Harry has been trying to make. Obviously, none of the Death Eaters accepted that with their leader gone, they should change their lifestyle and settle down peacefully, as Ginny apparently thought they'd be doing. They had good leads on many Death Eaters, and some of them were just 'bloody idiots', as Ron put it. "That means this will be easy," he told Harry. "We'll be back in no time".

But to Harry it seemed like 1,000,000 years. He wondered if this was even the right thing to do at all. "Of course it is, Harry!" exclaimed Hermione, when he confessed this thought, "You know that!"

And Harry did know that. He believed in what he was doing whole-heartedly, but all he could ever think about was Ginny. Her face as they disapparated. Her eyes as they argued in the kitchen. Pleading, adoring, hurt. Very hurt. Harry severely doubted if she would ever forgive him. That thought made him despair more than anything in the world. He would take another round with Voldemort to take back all of the hurt he had caused her.

Forgiven or not, all he wanted to do was see her face again. And he hoped he would get the chance very, very soon…