Hermione had been staying at Grimmauld Place for over a month, and receiving short letters from Severus every so often. While she appreciated the safety, it was downright depressing in that house. She knew Remus didn't enjoy living there, not since Sirius died. Neither did she. They both missed Sirius far too much. Perhaps more than Harry, even.

She finished packing, and stood at the door. Remus wouldn't forgive her, not for a long time yet. What she undertook was dangerous. She was leaving Grimmauld Place; not just because she couldn't stand it, but because she loved Severus beyond anything.