Harry

Ron and I tried to convince ourselves that Hermione had just gone for a walk because she needed some air but after an hour of search the beach, garden and meadow we had to admit that she was gone. We returned to the house dragging our feet to find it in the same, dark and silent. We were thankful for this and set about finding everything we needed. The sun was rising over the sea by the time Ron and I were ready to set off to search for Hermione. Both of us were kicking ourselves for thinking that she was ok and we could leave her alone.

Then we were gone. We'd 'borrowed' another tent from Bill and Fleur and stocked on supplies, only leaving a note of gratitude and an apology in our place. We apparated straight to the forest of dean, although it seemed an obvious place to look we still hoped that she would have gone there because after that we didn't have a lot of other options. We quickly set up the tent and the enchantments around it before adventuring out looking for her. It was a cold and windy day and if we weren't looking for Hermione I could imagine the three of us sat around the fire talking about horcruxes and our ideas of where they were. We walked for hours, aimlessly looking for her just hoping that we'd be luck enough to stumble across her but by the time it got to two in the after noon our hope was fading fast. The fact that we would have to turn around soon and started heading back because if we went any further we wouldn't get back to the tent tonight just made our situation feel worse as we knew that we'd failed in find Hermione for today and that she would be out there somewhere alone.

We'd spent most of the day in silence barely exchanging more than ten words between us. All I could think about was where Hermione was and what she was doing hoping that she was safe and I knew that was all Ron could think about as well. To me it was so obvious how they felt about each other but neither of them could see how the other felt about them. It was a little frustrating but I wasn't sure if I was ready for the change that their relationship would bring to our friendship. It was selfish but we needed to find all the horcruxes and destroy them, time was running out and I couldn't help thinking that if their relationship blossomed whilst we were trying to do this they wouldn't be so focused on the task in hand and it might change the out come for the worst.

I sighed loudly indicating to Ron that it was time to turn around and head back. He nodded and I watched him search as far as his eyes could see hoping for a glimpse of her. He ducked his head admitting defeat for today before we both started trudging back.

Draco

I stood gawking when Auntie Bella apparated in holding a lifeless Hermione Granger in her arms. We were in the middle of breakfast when she made her entrance. Everyone immediately jumped up from the table excited and relieved. I however wasn't. I stood stock still, mouth open, an expression of horror on my face. I was even more horrified when she just threw her down on the floor at her feet like a piece of luggage. The back of my knees weakened slightly as her body collided with the hard marble floor.

My mother and father were by my auntie's side chatting to her like excited children at Christmas. I'd rarely seen them like this but whenever they were it never meant something good, in fact it was always something dire. I wasn't paying attention to them though my eyes were fixed on the broken Hermione Granger at their feet. She looked awful, even worse than when she left here yesterday.

Her skin was almost transparent and reminded me of the colour of a blue opal pendant that belong to my mother. She was covered in numerous cuts and bruise of all shapes and sizes and I could only imagine what Auntie Bella had put her through for her to get into that state. My auntie was never known for being compassionate or merciful.

I was suddenly fighting the urge to be sick and I fought it hard knowing that everyone around me would see it as a sign of weakness. I had no idea if she was dead or alive and the only way I could find out was to watch her chest carefully to see if she was breathing. Only part of me had stopped me from doing this. I wasn't ready to find out she was dead, although from the way she looked there was little chance she was still alive.

I held my breath looking carefully almost pleading her chest to rise and fall but it never did. I must have watched for over a minute before I couldn't deny it any longer; Hermione Granger was dead. I came from my thoughts and back into the room, back to the person how had killed her. Auntie Bella had her left sleeve rolled up and her wand pressed to her squirming black skull and snake. He was coming.

Thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying it. I don't want to be too mean so I'm telling you that it's not the end of Hermione, she will be back. Thanks to everyone who reviewed they are GREALTY appreciated :D