'You awake Harry?'

'Yeah. Can't sleep.'

'Neither can I. Do you think he?'

'No. I can't see how. After all, that letter wouldn't have come through if he was coming back, would it?'

'He might have made a mistake, you know, it came when it wasn't supposed to or something.'

'Hermione, when was the last time Draco made a mistake?'

'Apart from when he went in to that vault?'

'Come on, Hermione, that's not fair. He didn't exactly do it by accident. He just did something incredibly brave to defeat you-know-who and you're saying it was a mistake.'

'I know. But I want him back, Harry. It's just not the same without him here.'

'Me too Hermione, me too. Come on.' Harry opened his arms and gestured for Hermione to come over for a friendly cuddle.

'I miss him, Harry.'

'Me too, Hermione. Me too.'

Hermione sat there, Harry's arms wrapped around her, wishing they were Draco's. It felt wrong, being in Draco's tent without Draco, but it made sense to stay, hoping against hope that Draco might turn up and say "Done it!" with a huge smile on his face. He'd had lovely smiles, Hermione thought to herself. Absolutely lovely. And now they were, well, not so much gone as locked up deep underground, waiting to die, sacrificed to the cause. Oh, Draco. Why did you have to go? At least Ron could've come back, even if he has gone back to Lavender. He's alive at least. He's alive.

Time passed them by in the tent, days, weeks could've passed, and the only indication of the passage of time was the ever-dwindling food supplies. Every day Hermione felt sad. A sense of loss pervaded everything she did. Harry had taken the lead on almost everything since the bank raid, his visions were coming ever more often now. It seemed that you-know-who was after a bloke called Gregorovitch, searching for some sort of wand, any wand that could without doubt beat Harry's own. One night, Voldemort's target changed. Now he was hunting Grindelwald. Despite objections from Hermione, who was adamant that they should only pursue the horcruxes, Harry began studying everything to try and work out why Voldemort was after such a specific wand. Looking through Hermione's copy of the tales of Beedle the Bard, Harry found something curious.

'Hermione?'

'Yeah.'

'What's this symbol?' He was pointing at a strange set of scratches in the title of one of the stories.

'I'm not sure. It's not a rune, but it seems to keep cropping up.' Unlike Draco, she thought.

'Well, I know Krum said it was Grindelwald's symbol, didn't he, but Luna's Dad was wearing it at the wedding, so it clearly means something else too. And it was on that old grave in Godric's Hollow.'

'It was.'

'I think we need to visit Xeno Lovegood.'

'Why?'

'He wore the symbol. He might now what it means.'

'He probably thinks it's the cross-section of the horn of a crumple-horned snorckack or something. Is it worth it, Harry?'

'Well, Luna said she was locked up to keep her dad quiet, didn't she.'

'Yeah. Don't you think he's going to have learnt his lesson and report you the moment you show up on his doorstep?'

'Maybe, but I think it's worth the risk. Dumbledore must have put this symbol in himself. It must be a clue. And we haven't got any others to go on. What if this leads to a horcrux? You never know, do you? Perhaps it's the symbol for Ravenclaw's thingy? Old Xeno might have been in Ravenclaw like Luna, so, wouldn't it be worth a try? What's the worst that can happen? He tries to report us, we vanish, problem solved.'

'Alright then. I think we should come up with a plan before we go though.'

'Fine. I'll think about it.'

'Go ahead.' Hermione said grudgingly, wishing that Draco was here. Perhaps he knew what it meant. Now they couldn't ask him.

'You haven't seen my razor have you?' A familiar voice asked. Hermione turned around.