Hermione turned over in her bed, unable to sleep. She knew what she needed to feel safe. She thought about it during the day but brushed it off as absurd. Now the idea was haunting her. She turned over again and watched the moon for a while, hoping to drift off. Nothing happened, Hermione felt as awake as she was during the day. She closed her eyes and tried counting sheep. Her eyes shot open in frustration after number two hundred. Hermione swore under her breath and stood up.