Harry grimaced when Ron slammed the cupboard door shut. He knew they were empty. Checking for the one-hundredth time wouldn't change anything. It brought home how much they had relied on Hermione. And how much stress she had been under. He watched Ron searching and for the one-thousandth time wondered if Hermione discovered their secret, and why Ron had been so determined he needed to woo her and pretend to be her boyfriend. His head began to pound. Regret didn't bring her back, nor did it fill their empty stomachs. "Look, Ron, we need to face facts, without Hermione we need help. We can't stop You-Know-Who," he rolled his eyes and said the name in a sarcastic tone, "if we starve to death. We have to go back."