When he didn’t move from the floor, Hermione sighed in relief. She walked back to the double doors that lead to the backyard. The moon was still high in the sky. The stars twinkled in the night, mocking her. She stumbled down the stairs and stopped at the bottom to wipe her forehead again. She hissed in pain and held the sleeve of her dress to her forehead while she surveyed the area. The yard is quiet and empty. She can see the garden a mile out from where she stood. She stepped off the stairs and steadied herself against the manor with one hand.