The moon was high in the early morning sky as all of the village slept except for a single soul. Hermione wasn't sure of the time. Too late to be called night and too early to be called morning. It was that in-between phase just before the world began to brighten with the first of the sun's rays. She hadn't even bothered to climb into bed. There seemed no reason to try. She was too awake, too anxious to sleep.