Harry and Ron sat in Arthur Weasley's car, staring out the windshield. The crystal in Ron's hand glowed with the image of Hermione, her face illuminated with blue numbers. She was about to do something she could not come back from, she was about to kill an innocent man. All they could do was sit there, and wait. Harry tried not to look at Ron as his eyes became red. Hermione was somewhere else, somewhere they could not go.