"Oh God...oh god what did we do?" Harry asked desperately, looking at Ron. The redhead was no help, looking as lost and pathetic as Harry as Hermione kept mumbling to herself. Eventually, Ron scooped Hermione up in his arms, and carried her back to camp. Hermione didn’t talk, didn’t look at them, just stared ahead as they cleaned her up, and redressed her. They laid her in bed, and stayed close by, not sure of what else to do.