Rain
Harry stared darkly out of the window, watching the rain batter the old and cracked glass. A few droplets of rain squeezed their way through the fractures and Harry's line of sight followed them all the way down to the thick red rug. The Gryffindor sighed and leaned back in his seat, sinking into the velvety softness.
"You're brooding again." Hermione noted, perching on the arm of the chair.
"Somewhere out there, free and roaming, is my parent's betrayer" Harry said despondently.
"It won't do you any good to go searching for him, Harry." Hermione warned.
Harry only grunted.
"We can only hope he's getting really wet." She teased, earning a reluctant snort from Harry.
Far out on the moor, a shaggy haired dog whined.