She cursed the tears rolling down her cheeks. Hadn't she gone through enough without embarrassing herself in front of Fred? The ghost of her friend didn't linger long. Within just a few moments, the temperature in the broom cupboard began to rise. Hermione didn't have the first clue what was going to happen next. Though the castle seemed eerily quiet outside in the corridors, she knew that she couldn't get too complacent. Something terrible was going to happen before her ordeal was all over. She wasn't sure how she knew that, just that she did.