Harry was on the run with his two best friends, each of them slowly losing their minds to the will of the locket. Every day they ran and hid and searched and hoped. Ron missed his mom's home cooked meals and his annoying family. Hermione missed her parents and school work. They were skipping their eighth year for the search Dumbledore set them on without any more information than what they already knew. Harry missed everyone he'd lost. He missed the innocent times before he went to school when his uncles did their best to shelter him from the full brunt of his fame in the wizarding world. He missed the smiles and laughter that used to fill Grimmauld Place and the grumbling of Kreacher when he was ordered to clean up after a small party. Harry missed his uncles and parents and his other friends and school and Hedwig and childhood and home. He missed warmth and the smell of Remus's freshly baked cookies. He missed helping Sirius take care of Remus on full moons and he missed playing fetch with his uncle. He missed sleeping with the shaggy black wolf that had watched over him and he missed the parents he never got to know except for in his uncle's stories.