Winter Song - Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaelson
Months into Harry, Ron and Hermione's hunt for the horcruxes snow began to fall. The air turned frozen which Hermione felt every bit of as she kept watch. Tonight was her night to sit on the cold ground in the Forest of Dean and wear the locket. The forest was a terrifying place to be at night. While she would much rather be inside sitting next to a warm fire she knew that she had to be out here. What if anything happened to Harry or Ron if she wasn't paying attention? She'd never forgive herself.
"Hello ladies and gents! Welcome to this evenings addition to Potterwatch. Rapier here with some good news and a bit of bad." Hermione's head turned towards the sound of a familiar voice. It was Fred, she was sure of it. Quickly getting up before she missed a word he said she crept into the tent. "The good news is that the-boy-who-lived and refuses to die has yet to turn up. We here at Potterwatch would like to take a moment to let you know that Harry Potter is in fact alive. He's Harry bleedin' Potter, isn't he? If he was dead, you'd know." Hermione covered her mouth as a tiny giggle escaped at Fred's words. Oh how she'd missed him. Moving passed a sleeping Ron and Harry she snatched the radio from the table and moved back outside to her post.
"The bad news, ladies and gents, is that Severus Snape has been named Headmaster of Hogwarts. He and several other death eaters have recently made the school their home." Hermione froze. Snape? Headmaster? A frown marred her face as she thought about Snape taking the place of Dumbledore. Not only was he working for Voldemort but-"Not to worry though! We here at Pottermore, well the more rambunctious bunch, have decided to send Snape some shampoo. Professor, if you're listening, you need it." Hermione threw her head back and laughed. It had been so long since she had heard anyone make a joke about anything, let alone have it be Fred. She grinned at the radio hoping it wasn't the end of his broadcast. "Ah my gentle listeners, it seems to be that time where I must sign off. Before I do I would just like to add one thing." Hermione paused and leaned in as if that would help her hear what he was about to say any better, "I hope my favorite bookworm is listening in and I hope she's alright. Rapier out!" The second the last word was out of his mouth the radio clicked, the light going off, and went silent.
Hermione stared at the radio half expecting it to turn on again and hear Fred's laugh come out of it. The bookworm chuckled before quietly saying, "I miss you too, Fred."