Harry was having trouble sleeping again. It wasn't really that the bed was uncomfortable. In fact he doubted he could be more comfortable when on the run thanks to Hermione, but no matter how perfect the mattress was, it would never be able to make up for the torture going on in his head.
So many important people had been lost so far. Some he knew about, most he didn't. None that hurt as bad as losing Ana. No one seemed to know exactly what happened to her or where she was but most figured she was probably still alive. Considering how Voldemort and others seemed to enjoy her presence in the past, not only was she likely still alive, but when they did decide it was time to off her they would make a spectacle of it. The problem was Harry was on the move, disconnected from the world. He only hoped their goal, if they did decide she was more trouble than she was worth, they would make sure Harry knew where she was and would plan on rescuing her. If he was in Voldemort's shoes, he'd be using her as bait for himself.
The nights were cold now. Harry gathered his quilt around him and nestled in, trying to remember what Ana's hair smelled like. The feel of her skin against his. What her lips tasted like the last time he had met them with his own.
For the moment, Harry was not entirely sure he wouldn't give up anything to get her back. His heart was aching for Ana to come back to him. If Voldemort was standing before him right now and offered Ana to him, what would the price be, Harry wondered. Would he ask for the locket back? All the information he knew about the remaining horcruxes? His life? Harry would give all of the above to keep Ana safe.