Hermione pressed the tip of her wand on the dark tattoo inked in her forearm. In seconds she felt the soft breeze behind her and she turned in time to watch the dark tendrils of smoke twirling and solidifying into the shape of the man she knew so well. His dark eyes observed her from a few paces, expressionless. Her lips trembled and her already dangerously fast heart beats incremented their thumping. This was it. All her hopes would be defined by his very moment.