Hermione pushed aside her fears as she continued her incantations. The others would be arriving soon. She had laid out a large spread of food and drink - this was a celebration, after all. Celebrating Harry's short life, and the wonderful person he was, one that they all had loved so dearly. Hermione more dearly than any of them. Or all of them combined. This night wasn't just about indulging fanciful whims and impossible hopes. But as Hermione flicked her wand and whispered the words of Summoning, she knew where her thoughts would be all night.