Once Hermione had relaxed with a deep breath and sitting comfortably on the fountain edge, she thought about all that had happened since she was scooped up from that gloomy Allyway weeks ago. She had no idea why harry hadn't tried to contact her or try and rescue her. She knew her mind was being occupied by the potential she was promised with Bellatrix and the others displaying the dark mark. To some degree it was all coming true, piece by piece. The fact her friends had completely abandoned get with no word. Not even an owl or a subtle message. Nothing. It enraged her that despite how much the two boys relied on her, her missing wasnt addressed. The anger was building up in her face. She knew she had to act on it, take out her rage on something.