Hermione smiled through her tears at his word. It was true. If anybody came close to understanding her pain, it was perhaps Harry. He knew loss, understood the hollow it carved out by the absence of people one loved. He had lost his parents, his godfather, his mentor, his friends and family all to this war. He had lost the security of home and even love. After Fred’s funeral, Ginny had left a note for Harry that she was going to Romania to Charlie for an indefinite period of time. She said she needed space, distance to heal. Hermione had seen how ravaged those words had left Harry. But he had picked himself up and closeted himself with his suffering. Just like she was doing.